"sims" poems - Hello Poetry

If you had the opportunity to live a high-risk lifestyle, would you? I'm not asking this to be derogatory, nor to be accusatory I simply want you to think on what it is to live a high-risk lifestyle. As a mass, we seem to think of it as an undesirable thing. Now, isn't that just ******* quaint? Probability favors a percentile: That which is unique enough to leave it's mark on our realm. That includes us. Risk, unless done in ignorance, is the acceptance of probability More specifically, the pursuit of the more improbable chance. Perhaps when you think of high-risk, you think of constant parties perhaps of ***** needles, and/or STIs unprotected *** or doing psychedelics but I ask you to ponder just how high risk Life is to begin with: Some wish to claim that Life is a granted gift by some benevolent Father figure who has our back, (but not theirs) but I say that's just selfish, arrogant and, frankly, quite foolish to claim. This Universe was not made for us and us alone as if we were some sort of Sims for a bipolar teenage boy on ******* We were not molded after anything intelligent with the exception of the Universe and her Nature itself. The probability of the Universe existing is not %100. The probability of the particular combinations of atoms within the strands of DNA in your body are not "guaranteed" to occur. Ever. But they did. They. Did. They. ******* Did. As if the Universe were the soil to the roots of our existence and Her Energy is as the water to the roots and her Chemistry allows it all to happen. And her physical laws, for lack of a better term, allow that to happen. On top of that, you ******* exist! You! In particular! With your experiences, thoughts and feelings, insights and interests, passions and even DNA! You! Wonderful, temporary you! Mortal you. Ethereal you. Spiritual you. Intrinsic you. Extrinsic you. You exist, if nothing else, in a relative way. There is no way to be certain. What are the friggin' odds on anything existing at all, let alone you? There is no way to be certain. If you could bet on your existence, would you? There is no way to be certain. Nothing is granted; everything is permitted by the brain. There is no way to be certain. Perhaps it is deeper than that. I hope and think so, yet, there is no way to be certain. ~Addendum!~ Statistically, about 93% of people accounted for by census information who have lived- have died. Statistically, that gives you a 7%ish chance of surviving this life! That seems like a high-risk Life, to me.

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Dec 8, 2012

Dec 8, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

"High-risk Life"

If you had the opportunity to live a high-risk lifestyle, would you? I'm not asking this to be derogatory, nor to be accusatory I simply want you to think on what it is to live a high-risk lifestyle. As a mass, we seem to think of it as an undesirable thing. Now, isn't that just ******* quaint? Probability favors a percentile: That which is unique enough to leave it's mark on our realm. That includes us. Risk, unless done in ignorance, is the acceptance of probability More specifically, the pursuit of the more improbable chance. Perhaps when you think of high-risk, you think of constant parties perhaps of ***** needles, and/or STIs unprotected *** or doing psychedelics but I ask you to ponder just how high risk Life is to begin with: Some wish to claim that Life is a granted gift by some benevolent Father figure who has our back, (but not theirs) but I say that's just selfish, arrogant and, frankly, quite foolish to claim. This Universe was not made for us and us alone as if we were some sort of Sims for a bipolar teenage boy on ******* We were not molded after anything intelligent with the exception of the Universe and her Nature itself. The probability of the Universe existing is not %100. The probability of the particular combinations of atoms within the strands of DNA in your body are not "guaranteed" to occur. Ever. But they did. They. Did. They. ******* Did. As if the Universe were the soil to the roots of our existence and Her Energy is as the water to the roots and her Chemistry allows it all to happen. And her physical laws, for lack of a better term, allow that to happen. On top of that, you ******* exist! You! In particular! With your experiences, thoughts and feelings, insights and interests, passions and even DNA! You! Wonderful, temporary you! Mortal you. Ethereal you. Spiritual you. Intrinsic you. Extrinsic you. You exist, if nothing else, in a relative way. There is no way to be certain. What are the friggin' odds on anything existing at all, let alone you? There is no way to be certain. If you could bet on your existence, would you? There is no way to be certain. Nothing is granted; everything is permitted by the brain. There is no way to be certain. Perhaps it is deeper than that. I hope and think so, yet, there is no way to be certain. ~Addendum!~ Statistically, about 93% of people accounted for by census information who have lived- have died. Statistically, that gives you a 7%ish chance of surviving this life! That seems like a high-risk Life, to me.