This is philosophy of the frog: When a frog hops it covers it's new print: man takes one step then another leaving one print open. A frog does not. It's print is covered. We cannot see where it has gone! If we cannot see where it has gone it is lost. It does not matter where a lost creature goes because it is lost: it can go anywhere! Is this agreed? A frog can go anywhere!
Frogs around my home end up hopping into my fryer and I eat them leaving no tracks for their friends to find them. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I thought you were talking about the Frogger videogame. I was the champion of my arcade. Once while playing, I kept thinking that I could hear tiny voices muttering, but I couldn't see anyone. Then I looked down and discovered that there were a dozen little kids watching in awe as I pushed the game up into levels that the designers apparently didn't expect to ever be used--because the graphics were rather perfunctory. One of the kids looked at me and said, "So you're Fraggle Rocker! You've got the highest score of any arcade in Los Angeles!"
Well they begin as tadpoles underwater. They progress to land where they hop through the air. Earth, water and air. I would say just fire remains but Cosmictraveller has that covered! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Again, we don't know where they've gone. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I figured out how to get froglost - hop on one foot. You can go anywhere, and no one can tell where you have gone.
Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! It leaves a perfectly trackable trail. On the other hand, does that mean if I walk in tiny steps, being careful to overlap, no one will be able to follow me? Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
This is similar to the philosophy of the flea, except that no one cares where they may go, so long as they have gone from where they were.
Doubtless frogs or toads had some value in pagan traditions. So the four-footed amphibian is a metaphor for what? Ghosts? Occult entities? That is, in that supporters of those events [their literally believing them of supernatural origin] usually don't seem dissatisfied by them leaving no trace, apart from the once immediate personal intuition or inference they reportedly had of such in the past? Or figurative for death? You know a decaying body is still locate-able by all. But whether the propagation of experiences formerly associated with it has expired forever or has instead jaunted off to an unknown fate ye know neither one way or another? [I.e., since that particular lack of absence was never actually verified by third-person public inspection to begin with ("left a print"), but merely having qualitative affairs on the introspective side personally manifested to that individual alone?]
Actually I really eat frogs around my home, so some vegetarians don't like me. My dogs don't like to eat and hate them. They watch frogs keep going.....
Frogger was my favorite videogame, back in the days before we had games at homes on our computers. I got really good at it, but I didn't realize HOW good until one day in the arcade... I was pushing the game beyond the point that the creators had anticipated. I started to hear a lot of little mumbling noises, but I didn't see anyone around who could have been talking. Suddenly I looked downward, and there were eight or ten little kids standing there in awe of my prowess. One of them whispered, "See, that's Fraggle Rocker [not my actual arcade handle]. He's got the high score on Frogger in the entire L.A. region."
I believe he might be referring to tabula rasa, from the perspective of epistemology. As in, if the frog cannot see his own feet, and can no longer discern his own trail, then he has in effect achieved that state (and therefore might go anywhere). Should have left the "We cannot see where it has gone! If we cannot see where it has gone it is lost" part out though. Blows my theory, or makes me think there was more to it I can't see. That he hasn't come back to clarify makes me think he just got on the weed one night and forgot where he'd been the next morning. Who was that man? Where did he go? Come back, oh captain, my captain!
He belongs to that eccentric tribe of online drifters who seem to identify with bots, to the point of mimicking their arbitrary style. Since their posts / threads don't get removed as frequently as those of real bots, they at least provide trivial opportunities to relieve boredom with wry and deadpan facetiousness. Or become just a public wall to scribble graffiti on without breaking laws. Heck, maybe the "Wandering Wall Scratchers" is the better better name-tag itself to reserve for ol' Waiter's merry band.
Oh dear. I thought that this was going to be a discussion of my favorite arcade game: "Frogger." I was the Frogger champion in my local video arcade back in the 1980s.