Zone1 Allow me to introduce myself.

Welcome, just don't expect too much philosophizing here. Most of us ate the paste in school and rode the short bus, and the attention span is not the longest. It is what it is, we mostly argue.
I know you are a Nazi but what am I?
 
Faster horses, younger women, older whisky, and more money.
Youll be in therapy soon. Those things are good but meaningless. There is an ultimate meaning to our lives sometimes we dont know what it is. But if thats all your life means youre going to experience despair when you get older and cant get those thing anymore
 
Youll be in therapy soon. Those things are good but meaningless. There is an ultimate meaning to our lives sometimes we dont know what it is. But if thats all your life means youre going to experience despair when you get older and cant get those thing anymore
 
Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Citizen Oriol Solé — philosopher by choice, political thinker by necessity, a man who seeks the divine.

I will speak on these three paths. Not to command belief, but to persuade. And if you do not agree, let my words remain with you — waiting, shaping the ground on which you stand when you decide. That alone is enough.

Philosophy, for me, is no luxury. It is the courage to ask the questions others will not. What is it to be a citizen? To be a person? To be free — or enslaved? These are not puzzles for scholars. They are choices we make, every day, whether we name them or not.

Politics is philosophy carried into the world. The art of living together without tearing each other apart. Too often corrupted, yes. But still the root from which all else grows. Still the battlefield where civilization rises — or falls. It decides who bears the burden, who reaps the harvest, who walks in dignity, who lives in despair. Politics is not clean. It never has been. I will not pretend otherwise. But to ignore it is to surrender the ground beneath our feet to those who would rule without our consent.

And then, the spiritual. Not dogma. Not creed. The deeper questions that press upon every soul: What does it mean to be? What does it mean to belong? What does it mean to give yourself to something greater than your own name? These are not riddles. They are paths. Narrow, difficult, but the only ones that carry us beyond ourselves.

One reassurance before we begin. You may find my style unusual. That is no accident. In a world of skimming eyes and half-listening ears, meaning is too easily lost. When I wish to persuade, I speak in a way that slows you down, that demands attention. But outside of that, I am plain enough. Ordinary, even.

So — let us begin.
Not yet 'Charlie' as far as I'm concerned.

Only thing we get/have on you from the "About" portion of your "Profile" page here is that you might be a "male" and "27 years old".

Not much to work with.

Fact that you provide little more than that suggests your may have a bit to hide.
Let's see if you are bright enough to figure out how to belay such.

Meanwhile, in my book, you are just another 'young punk' 'troll' with little of intelligence, knowledge, and/or experience to present, and nothing of changing data to provide.

Makes you the internet/message board equivalent of mental bubble gum.
 
Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Citizen Oriol Solé — philosopher by choice, political thinker by necessity, a man who seeks the divine.

I will speak on these three paths. Not to command belief, but to persuade. And if you do not agree, let my words remain with you — waiting, shaping the ground on which you stand when you decide. That alone is enough.

Philosophy, for me, is no luxury. It is the courage to ask the questions others will not. What is it to be a citizen? To be a person? To be free — or enslaved? These are not puzzles for scholars. They are choices we make, every day, whether we name them or not.

Politics is philosophy carried into the world. The art of living together without tearing each other apart. Too often corrupted, yes. But still the root from which all else grows. Still the battlefield where civilization rises — or falls. It decides who bears the burden, who reaps the harvest, who walks in dignity, who lives in despair. Politics is not clean. It never has been. I will not pretend otherwise. But to ignore it is to surrender the ground beneath our feet to those who would rule without our consent.

And then, the spiritual. Not dogma. Not creed. The deeper questions that press upon every soul: What does it mean to be? What does it mean to belong? What does it mean to give yourself to something greater than your own name? These are not riddles. They are paths. Narrow, difficult, but the only ones that carry us beyond ourselves.

One reassurance before we begin. You may find my style unusual. That is no accident. In a world of skimming eyes and half-listening ears, meaning is too easily lost. When I wish to persuade, I speak in a way that slows you down, that demands attention. But outside of that, I am plain enough. Ordinary, even.

So — let us begin.
what does your nick mean?
 
Most of the people on here are "This is wot I got told to think, if you don't agree with me, I'll insult you, then when you tell me to go away, I'll dance around pretending like I'm smart enough to win an argument"
I’ve found that lib America-hating foreigners are the most insulting posters
 
Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Citizen Oriol Solé — philosopher by choice, political thinker by necessity, a man who seeks the divine.

I will speak on these three paths. Not to command belief, but to persuade. And if you do not agree, let my words remain with you — waiting, shaping the ground on which you stand when you decide. That alone is enough.

Philosophy, for me, is no luxury. It is the courage to ask the questions others will not. What is it to be a citizen? To be a person? To be free — or enslaved? These are not puzzles for scholars. They are choices we make, every day, whether we name them or not.

Politics is philosophy carried into the world. The art of living together without tearing each other apart. Too often corrupted, yes. But still the root from which all else grows. Still the battlefield where civilization rises — or falls. It decides who bears the burden, who reaps the harvest, who walks in dignity, who lives in despair. Politics is not clean. It never has been. I will not pretend otherwise. But to ignore it is to surrender the ground beneath our feet to those who would rule without our consent.

And then, the spiritual. Not dogma. Not creed. The deeper questions that press upon every soul: What does it mean to be? What does it mean to belong? What does it mean to give yourself to something greater than your own name? These are not riddles. They are paths. Narrow, difficult, but the only ones that carry us beyond ourselves.

One reassurance before we begin. You may find my style unusual. That is no accident. In a world of skimming eyes and half-listening ears, meaning is too easily lost. When I wish to persuade, I speak in a way that slows you down, that demands attention. But outside of that, I am plain enough. Ordinary, even.

So — let us begin.
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Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Citizen Oriol Solé — philosopher by choice, political thinker by necessity, a man who seeks the divine.

I will speak on these three paths. Not to command belief, but to persuade. And if you do not agree, let my words remain with you — waiting, shaping the ground on which you stand when you decide. That alone is enough.

Philosophy, for me, is no luxury. It is the courage to ask the questions others will not. What is it to be a citizen? To be a person? To be free — or enslaved? These are not puzzles for scholars. They are choices we make, every day, whether we name them or not.

Politics is philosophy carried into the world. The art of living together without tearing each other apart. Too often corrupted, yes. But still the root from which all else grows. Still the battlefield where civilization rises — or falls. It decides who bears the burden, who reaps the harvest, who walks in dignity, who lives in despair. Politics is not clean. It never has been. I will not pretend otherwise. But to ignore it is to surrender the ground beneath our feet to those who would rule without our consent.

And then, the spiritual. Not dogma. Not creed. The deeper questions that press upon every soul: What does it mean to be? What does it mean to belong? What does it mean to give yourself to something greater than your own name? These are not riddles. They are paths. Narrow, difficult, but the only ones that carry us beyond ourselves.

One reassurance before we begin. You may find my style unusual. That is no accident. In a world of skimming eyes and half-listening ears, meaning is too easily lost. When I wish to persuade, I speak in a way that slows you down, that demands attention. But outside of that, I am plain enough. Ordinary, even.

So — let us begin.
If you can't get into rao on 114 youre nobody
 
Welcome to the site. I think you'll find it enjoyable here if you don't take things too seriously.
Oriol already sounds fairly serious in a philosophy type way.

I like philosophy, some of my favorites are Ayn Rand, Tullius Casero, Winston Churchill.

Welcome to the forum Oriol.
 
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Welcome to our little corner of treasures!

Pay no attention to the miscreants here, they haven't been fed today and are a bit hangry.

I hope your time here will be pleasurable, informational and almost useful, Mr. Chewtoy... I mean Sole`

Lumpy 1 says i am a nibbler.

he's right. :spinner:
 

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