Ok, depends how zombified Lu Bu is. Sounds like a tougher opponent than Jesus, anyway. If he's anywhere near the skill he was supposed to have had I'm probably in trouble. Haven't actually fought in any battles. I'm still up for it though, more qualified than any swordless schmoe...

 

And you presume granny was BORN old?

 

LC >;-}>

(My grandmother (we called her 'toots' ) was a bootlegger, a lumber jack and had numerous romantic liasons with some pretty unsavory men during her life... (aside from her 3 marriages))

"Well-behaved women rarely make history." -- Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

 

It is, because we're more than a shark, by all definitions. Except of vegetative and primitive brain parts, we have quite a newly grown big brain, which we have a problem to shut down. It constantly chews over and over everything what happened and will happen, keeps us confined in our worlds of thoughts and illusions, and is very diffcult to shut down. It would be beautiful, if we could shut off our senseless thinking for a while, and just swim around like a shark, in full presence. It would solve all our problems and crises of purpose and identity, leaving us even able than before.
When we manage to tame our own brain, we will finally become effective humans, as a fullly functional species.


By the way, why does everyone consider zombies as undead? We all know, that a zombie is a normal man, under an influence of a very special drug, prepared by voodoo dark magician. This drug makes the victim very obedient, and absent-minded, so a zombie can, for example, work on fields without a complaint all the day. The drug must be mixed with zombie's food every day, or the zombie will wake up.
There were cases like, for example, when a man woke up from his slavery, because his keepers forgot to drug him up, and he didn't remember at all, that he worked for 10 years as a zombie.

Local slavonic mythology has a creature, called 'fext' as analogy of zombie, and it's a human being, which is cursed and can't be killed by normal means, it's body won't rot after a death and it can stray around or similarly intefere with human lives.

That's nice, I'm a bit daydreamer too, but I meant something different. When you just think about stuff, you see what the single thoughts are about, you can see them coming. The purpose is, to observe them, without getting involved. Do you know that weird feeling, when you talk on and on, and you suddenly get an awkward feeling, and realize, that all people around are looking at you, so you just stop talking? This is supposed to happen with thought activity, but very slowly. (it may take years) The gaps between single thoughts will become longer, they're unnoticeable at first. There may come a time, when there will be just a few per minute, or even long minutes without a single thought. And yet, you don't cease to exist, oppositely, you will feel your presence more than ever, unlike when you were lost in thoughts.
This is a separation of mind+memory and consciousness, a personal proof, that consciousness exists independently on physical body with it's brain activity and memory synapses. It's a silent hint of immortality.

 

I think that in order to find meaning in an Atheistic life, it's best to redefine a few things.  What is the point of eating something when it's no longer going to be around after you've eaten it?  The moments of joy and flavor are precious as you are taking them in, why should the fact of it no longer on your taste buds take away the love of those moments?

 

Why must things last forever for them to have meaning, enjoy the moments as you have them.  In the end everything possibly goes to nothing, but instead of seeing this as a sad ending, see it as an ultimatum to enjoy every moment you have, for better or worse.

I think part of the problem is we are conditioned to look for a purpose given to us from an outside source.  Once we figure out that (as far as we know), WE are the most evolved animals in the universe, finding our own sense of purpose can be difficult, especially when the supplied, religious purpose was so high-stakes.

I'm in the process of learning to derive "meaning" from the small things.  For now, I'm simply enjoying putting stripes on my Microraptor's wings.  It's a good a purpose as any.  The wings aren't perfect, but hey, I drew them.