tanguerra wrote:Arrr. I think Master Quasar may have been smoking a couple too many of them fancy new-fangled cigars from Americkay, praps a hogs head of rum more than might be considered wise, even by myself.Please do not create the Terminator or Alien. Think powered body armor rather than cybernetics
Be this the King's English wot ye be speakin Master Quasar? Explain yeself.
Worse! I was punished for my own arrogance and stupidity. I felt my heart beating out of my chest. It was like my head was about to explode. Ever seen people die in the Olympics from heat stroke?
I managed to drag myself inside, since there was no one around to help, removed all my clothes, drank fluids, then collapsed.
If Mohammed will not go to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohammed.
Our own body has all the necessary chemicals. We do not need to go to the drugstore. Ever heard of meditation? Yoga, Zen, fasting, praying? I retained my sanity from sheer willpower and some crap I read out from sheer curiosity when I was a wee lad.
I retained my sanity by praying to God in a dark room because I had no pills around. Then I went to a hospital: I felt like I was about to go insane, my body was totally numb, the doctors were scared shitless, then I closed my eyes and I saw a blinding flash!
Even seen your life pass in front of your eyes like a movie on fast forward? Ever had a totally aware and waking dream, with total recall, when your body just wants to drop down dead into a coma? It was hell to pass through that without going totally bonkers.
I renewed my respect for both Moses and Mohammed : the desert dwellers. For they were pirates in a sea of sand. A sea of sand devoid of fish. A sea of sand blowing into their eyes, ears and nose. Sand is even more harsh than water.
No pirate should get out in the Sun without his pirate hat.