General / Off-Topic I challenge you to a duel!

[Monk]

...of compliments

Saw this on Reddit today

Spoiler

We could use a bit of kind humor once in a while.

Y'all are an enjoyable mix of diverse ideas and opinions. Never change

 

[Flimley]

Suits you sir.

Flimley

 

[Monk]

Your typed out signature to every post shows a personal commitment to decorum that is very respectable.

 

[Minonian]

Gone trough this no use.

 

[Monk]

You are insightful to notice the futile nature of this thread.

 

[Minonian]

You are insightful to notice the futile nature of this thread.

I see what you can't it's cheating or hacking to others private information? No. Right?
Besides? I showed how it can be done. All you need be insightful to use your eyes and brain.

And! If you don't have poker face, and show your cards the others? Whom's fault is that? If you can't play like this? Do not sit down to play with the pros! And by an analogy i'm just a good poker player.

But to spy on the other's cards? What is that?
I don't spy on anyone, but you reveal yourself, and also? I'm only using this knowledge if it's necessary. For the right reason. In every other situation? Mental filters are on, and i don't let myself to "see it".

 

[Monk]

I am delightfully confused by your analogy. Good show, sir.

 

[Flimley]

Tis not what was there. But more so what is covered by ones eyelids. Studying the nature of things to come inside what is a perfect duvet of compound errors.
Never let it be said that after tomorrow, and indeed a whole weeks time, all our yesterdays are forever two weeks away !

Flimley

 

[Minonian]

All of my life, studying all the things. Until?

Became someone like him.

 

[Monk]

I am tickled.

 

[Flimley]

I was him times a hundred once....now I am Flimley.

Flimley .....see !

 

[Minonian]

I am tickled.

To born with "blue blood", means nothing, without sharpening the blade of your brain.

 

[Monk]

In a small dark room, I am it. I pine for a window that can't be imagined or designed. The others find me, at all times. They speak of greatness, purpose and taunt me to find a way.

Without tools, I am helpless. Without compassion, I am hollow.

Rage is all I have. With it walls fall, freedom calls. The others watch.

A river of thoughts crashes on the rocks ahead of me. They are eviscerated and changed by each stone that refuses to move. Ideas are weighed down by the stones that shift, pretending to not impede progress.

A small boat carries me over the rocks and finds the calm water. The others laugh lightly and slowly begin to roar, unabated.

I fall.

In a small dark room, I ask, "May I have a window?"

 

[Minonian]

I that small dark windowless corner i see sparks jumping before my eyes and i think i see light, but it's just a mirage cast before me by my own darkness.

 

[Monk]

After many bouts, I settle with watching the lights for what they are. As long as I do not reach for them, they are forever with me.

 

[Minonian]

Their sparks dancing like a flame in the wind forever merging and splitting up, hypnotizing, un understandable, and yet? Talking whispering news from far away peoples, and lands.

 

[Monk]

Whispers become a loud cacophony. Each voice is indistinguishable from those that came before or are yet to arrive.

They grow in number, exponentially, until the drone arrives. Lulled by its familiar hum, I rest my head.

 

[Minonian]

And fell asleep the sparks remains, only to turn into stars, Tiny dots in the night sky. Now the whispering is became clearer, and we talk with each others. running toward each others like in a tunnel, and slowly? The secrets of the universe unfolding before my eyes.