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>>7525263
HOLY FUCK SO EDGY YOU'RE SO EDGY WOW

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

>be in college
>be in philosophy 101
>teacher lecturing about meaning and language
>uses an example of a spanish speaker talking about a chair
>girl raises hand
>"yeah but if they don't speak english, how can they learn spanish"
>I burst out laughing
>hardest I have ever laughed in my life
>eyes watering
>sides hurt
>cant breath
>LOUD deep laughter
>can't stop
>after forty seconds my eye begin to clear
>everyone looking at me
>nobody else laughing
>I cant stop giggling
>teacher asks me to leave the room
>still giggling on the way out the door

So what is the dumbest question you have ever heard in a classroom?

Epigraph.

>>3049898
Well, I know I'm a slowpoke, but I'll post an excerpt. If people would like to read more, let me know.

My Hundred Thousand Mile Foot

Life is a funny thing. Despite all the cutesy, fragile, appearances, life is resolute. People talk all the time about its temporal nature. Bruce Lee once said “If you love life, don’t waste time, for time is what life is made up of.” That quote seems pretty straight forward and demonstrative of life. It contains a few basic points: life is finite, time is a cumulative interval of life, and if you love life, don’t waste time. They all sound reasonable, right? Well, I would disagree.

When I first read that quote I was just a kid watching kung-fu movies on Saturday nights. I used to sit on my sofa, coated in a fine layer of chip crumbs and sour gummy worm dust, totally enthralled by the splendiferous ass kicking dancing across my tv. I was quite the impressionable little sponge so, in a contorted sea of broken clavicles and fractured femurs, I must have soaked up the quote and locked it in the smart part my brain for later usage. I used to tell my parents that Bruce Lee was the coolest, and when I grew up, I wanted to be a martial arts champion, just like him. My parents would frown, cock their heads to the side, and give me loving, yet understandably discouraging, support. They would say things like “You very well could become the most face kicking, back flipping, fist slinging martial ever, but wouldn’t you rather wrangle dinosaurs, or fly a space ship? It takes many bruised knuckles before you can break boards, and with all that time, you could do anything. In troubled times like these, I don’t think the average kung-fu guru has a solid 401k.”