And that's that, with the cheesiest song I could find this stream has ended now. If anyone is still in shape to pick up: Feel free!

>>31082

>Thanks for hosting me.

Anytime, mate!

>You can be a master of eloquence in text, and sound like a retard while speaking :-DDDD. Then when it's over, you remember a dozen interesting things you could have said :-DDDD

This 100% - talking just draws much more attention than writing, so I tend to forget what I wanted to say while speaking. Just another reason why I like imageboards and generally writing texts so much: I can type what I want, and I can change it as often as I want before sending it. While talking I can't just stop for a minute and rethink because I noticed that what I'm saying isn't leading anywhere. I mean I can, but people will be confused :DDDD

>Unfortunately, the only topics I can waffle on about is amateur philosophy, art, and experiences with being a bipolar schizo with mild psychotic episodes.

>Now I'm kind of interested on what other Ernsts have to say, we have many experts on various topics on this board

I liked doing this a lot, and I will surely do that again, but I'll also be perfectly happy to listen in when other Ernsts give this a shot.

>>31083

>And I realized that I sounded like I had a stuffed nose the whole time, because I already have a noise reduction filter in my audio chain

I think you sounded just fine, though it's impossible for me to know how you sound normall. Oh by the way, I totally sound like Isaac Hayes normally :DDD

By the way: Here's yesterdays short story, if you want to read it (1/2):

When I woke up in the morning, I felt very unwise. So I asked my friend Hans-Dieter: "What can I do to become wise?" And he said to me: "That's easy: You need to travel! See the world, meet interesting people and broaden your horizon. This is good, Goethe, Tucholsky and Mark Twain also said so." - "That sounds good", I said, "Goethe, Tucholsky and Mark Twain couldn't all be wrong. Tomorrow I'll travel to the next village and wait at the gates of the local mall. Here I'll quickly meet lots of people I don't know yet, I'll be wise in no time." - "No, you got it all wrong" said Hans-Dieter, "You have to go farther. To other countries, even to another continent." - "Ah, I understand now. The farther away, the better." - "Yes, now you got it." So I calculated a target which made it possible for me to meet the biggest amount of people in the greatest possible distance from here. I decided to go to China, because that's far away, and there are lots of people living there.

So I took 2 weeks of vacation and flew to China. On arrival I started to greet every person I met with "Hello", and each time I counted the person in my notebook, because the exact amount of people I talked to could be important for the amount of total wisdom gained in my journey. Since the contact with the land itself could also be of importance, I rolled around on the floow every now and then, only to be sure. The GPS in my cellphone counted the distance I moved, and I wasn't sure if going by car also counted.

My vacation ended and I asked myself if I was losing some of the recently gained wisdom just by getting closer to my home again, but that seemed unlikely. Just after exiting the plane, I could feel my wisdom slowly decreasing, and even worse: I felt how I was wasting my time here, because right now I could be traveling again and further filling up my wisdom account. So I didn't go home this day, but took the next available plane to India instead, because there also are lots of people. In India I immediatly went to the beach, because I wa well prepared: that was the place, where wise people from all around the world gathered, and indeed, this place was overflowing with wise people. you could easily read the degree of their wisdom by their facial expressions. Only once before I looked into a face expressing that amout of wisdom: It was Hans-Dieter, when he had his 12th pint of beer at the local pub. Not surprising that he was able to give me all that good advice.

(2/2) - probably still some spelling errors in it, since it was initially only meant for me to read it out, but since it's there now, might as well post it.

This time, I didn't stay for 2 weeks, because for securing the biggest possible amount of wisdom, I wanted to see lots of different places, so obviously I couldn't stay in one place for long. I was very careful to not talk more than one word with every person I met, because when had had to speak more, I immediatly felt that I was straying from the most efficient wisdom gaining path. Later I limited myself to one day per location, and then contimue to the next location as fast as possible. I was going for large cities, with an airport close to the city. From there I could take a Taxi directly to the city center, jump out, say hello to everyone and go right back to the airport. My wisdom production was pretty much optimized by now, and I was beginning to wonder if all those other people would be able to keep up with me when I return, especially that stupid guy Schulze on the other side of the office hall.

When I was done visiting the large cities, I went for the usual places of interest, Macchu Picchu, the Pyramids, das Taj Mahal and so on. Suddenly I realized that I had never been 6 months in Australia after I finished college. I didn't even wander the Camino de Santiago. Not surprising that not long ago I felt this terrible deficit of wisdom. For a short while I became confused by realizing that earth is circling the sun at 30 kilometers the second, which again is circling the center of the milky way, which made us all travelers in some way. But I woulnd't be swayed by such distractions, not now, as I already were close to my goal.

Then, finally, I was done: I traveled to every country on the globe, had contact to millions of people, and with at least one person in every country (and with most ethnic subgroups- if they were recognized by Wikipedia). I visited every miracle of nature, and saw every building of relevance with my own eyes. Granted, maybe they built some new ones in the meantime, my wisdom woudn't be perfect, I knew, but at least there was no war or political change with would have led to the creation of new countries during my travels, which would have unnecessarily prolonged my journey. Finally, I was taking the plane back home. since I had sold my belongings long ago, I asked Hans-Dieter to fetch me from the airport. He brought his wife which he met in the mall in the next village, and his little daughter. His hands on his hips and with the widest smite he greeted me when I poked my head out of the plane.

He said to his daughter: "Look, a wise man approaches, one who has seen all of the world Listen close, for you can learn something here!" "Hey, " he shouted, and waved to me, "say something wise!" Without much thinking I replied: "Only when the last plane has landed, the last backpack shouldered and the last Street Food eaten you will realize that Goethe, Tucholsky and Mark Twain didn't have internet access."

The period preceding WW1 was very interesting for Western civilisation. It was an era of high idealism and joviality. Culturally Romanticism had run its course imparting a huge influence on the mindset of people while early modernism was starting to explore new concepts but for the most part it was all very exciting and optimistic.

Then WW1 began and the unimaginable horrors of modern warfare shattered the naivety of that era. Stuff like live and let live were throwbacks to the previous years where there was thoughts of a 'Brotherhood of man' but that stuff only really occurred in the opening periods of the war before the men became hardened to the realities of the war and either their hearts filled with hatred of the enemy or their minds fell to indifference and despair.

In the wake of the war the previous idealism was shattered. What followed was a more epicurean or even hedonistic culture and also much more cynical. People were not just celebrating the end of the war but also rejecting pre-war ideals. Before the war Western Civilisation was much vaunted and universally revered but afterwards people asked themselves how a civilisation that led to such a hellish bloodbath could be worth anything. Movement such as Dadaism began by ridiculing the pre-war mindset, other movements such as Fascism tried to reshape the idealism into a more narrow view that allowed for enemies and bloodbaths.

The world after WW1 had become cynical and understandably so. We still feel the effects today.

>>30896
>>30858
I found acid to be incredibly uninteresting tbh. Now I'll grant you, I probably didn't ever take that big a hit, was never in an awesome enough place, and never was otherwise sober enough to really enjoy it, but still I think that LSD is terribly overrated.

Maybe it was just that combination of me being drunk or mildly on benzos or somesuch that helped smooth over any weirdness from ever cropping up, but I really do think that partly what I just found from acid was pretty much what I expected out it at best and otherwise a lot of unexpected things weren't as great. I think that basically part of the problem is I already have too much of a compatible mindset to acid or something. I heard the apocryphal story about a Buddhist monk being given acid, with people (usually dumbass bydlo and druggie friend types) being all, can you even imagine how mindblowing it must be for a Buddhist monk, and the monk, completely unphased, saying just "yes it was interesting" or somesuch not terribly and unphased reaction.

Mine was not even that. I didnt even find it interesting. I saw at one point in my minds eye lots of things being devils or sins trying to tempt me and the concept of finding the Truth and reaching it and reaching God only to be so thoroughly convinced of your own paranoia to keep looking for the higher reality, and thus only achieving further delusion by grasping beyond that and still searching (which I guess there's a Christian equivalent in meeting Jesus and not recognizing Him being a similar concept) and how even the thought of that could be an instilled doubt set to undermine you from searching further and finding the deeper Truth etc but it was still all terribly uninteresting to me.

I would say however that perhaps the least expected part of LSD to me was just how not just banal it really was but also the extent to which I felt in control and handled my shit because I can't deal with weed which makes me paranoid (in case it not being obvious how deeply ill at ease I am in many ways). It was unexpectedly speedy, which I hated and was thankful for the alcohol, and with a metallic taste, and with such a complete sense of internal ease it didnt bother me, which is perhaps why it was so unexpectedly easy going because I think that no matter how ill at ease I am with the cosmos I am not uneasy with myself regardless of how much I probably should be. Concepts of self loathing and self disgust have typically been pretty elusive concepts to me so perhaps that is part of why some people have bad trips and I didn't, but at the same time the only interesting thing about it which also surprised me was how much I noticed details I hadn't before in my surroundings that were actually there as opposed to hallucinations which were few except for fractal like swirling in my wallpaper.

My best estimation is that had I took say six hits of acid and not been drinking things would've been different but at the same time I feel no compunction to do so. It matched aspects of my personality too well and I felt like a slightly disinterested monk whose primary problem with it is this reality can seldom get the lighting just right particularly when artificial ones are involved, although morning light also looks terrible. I can't stand the angles and points of illumination after sunrise.

But then again, I am also saying this as one who often joked that I was too jaded for heroin and the one time I tried that I also found it to be incredibly boring and uninteresting, thus proving my original stipulation correct: I am indeed far too jaded for heroin. Because it was boring and I was thoroughly unimpressed with it.