10-22-2003, 06:22 PM
Paleface?!?! Bad Rogue! First you hint that I am an old relic earlier in the thread, now this. I ought to pack up my teepee and leave. All this coming from Dances With Liches.
I was speaking mostly of developed first world countries, not war torn ravaged third world countries. Not enough of civilization there, to much civilization here.
Pussification? Nice word. I think that best applies to most sports now, like football. Rugby and hockey are still good gladitorial sports. I can remember footballed played with little to no pads and leather skullcaps. It was a bit sportier then. As for other sports, like rock climbing and the like, most of those folks are already on the right track. "Taste death, live life" is usually a good sign that somebody is on their way to recovery. But I don't consider activities like rock climbing and things of that nature to be sports. Not sure how to put it into words, but, calling it "sports" would be downgrading it, cheapening the experience. It is of a much higher calibre.
When I speak of tribal culture, I speak of a lot more then tribal unity and you know that Occhi. It's more then that. There is seperation as well. A fine line between boys and men, women and girls. Boys did not become men until they proved it in the only way that counts. There was a defining moment in a young man's (Or young girl's) life where they faced a test, or failed. And it was more then playing games with a bunch of other people... Like modern day football. It was often a personal private experience, faced alone. It was cruel, it was brutal, and the price for failure was high. It was not a simple matter of "It's not whether you win or loose, it's how you play the game" bullcrap, there was usually a whole lot more riding on it. You run the gauntlet so to speak, or you die. Die physically or in other ways. Either way... Being dead or being forced to wear women's clothing for the rest of your life was pretty much the same thing back then.
I am not saying we should go back to those times either. I am saying that people need to find some extreme way of testing themselves and finding out what they are made of. It is a vital part of the human experience. I don't think we should all take hooks and pierce our pectoral muscles and hang from the ceiling. But there should be something in our lives that sets us apart. We should not be so quick to mollycoddle our selves, become weak and spineless jellyfish, and forget what it means to be human.
After all. What good is a rabbit hole if we are all to chicken to peer down inside and dream of what lies below?
I was speaking mostly of developed first world countries, not war torn ravaged third world countries. Not enough of civilization there, to much civilization here.
Pussification? Nice word. I think that best applies to most sports now, like football. Rugby and hockey are still good gladitorial sports. I can remember footballed played with little to no pads and leather skullcaps. It was a bit sportier then. As for other sports, like rock climbing and the like, most of those folks are already on the right track. "Taste death, live life" is usually a good sign that somebody is on their way to recovery. But I don't consider activities like rock climbing and things of that nature to be sports. Not sure how to put it into words, but, calling it "sports" would be downgrading it, cheapening the experience. It is of a much higher calibre.
When I speak of tribal culture, I speak of a lot more then tribal unity and you know that Occhi. It's more then that. There is seperation as well. A fine line between boys and men, women and girls. Boys did not become men until they proved it in the only way that counts. There was a defining moment in a young man's (Or young girl's) life where they faced a test, or failed. And it was more then playing games with a bunch of other people... Like modern day football. It was often a personal private experience, faced alone. It was cruel, it was brutal, and the price for failure was high. It was not a simple matter of "It's not whether you win or loose, it's how you play the game" bullcrap, there was usually a whole lot more riding on it. You run the gauntlet so to speak, or you die. Die physically or in other ways. Either way... Being dead or being forced to wear women's clothing for the rest of your life was pretty much the same thing back then.
I am not saying we should go back to those times either. I am saying that people need to find some extreme way of testing themselves and finding out what they are made of. It is a vital part of the human experience. I don't think we should all take hooks and pierce our pectoral muscles and hang from the ceiling. But there should be something in our lives that sets us apart. We should not be so quick to mollycoddle our selves, become weak and spineless jellyfish, and forget what it means to be human.
After all. What good is a rabbit hole if we are all to chicken to peer down inside and dream of what lies below?
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."