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Beside fatalism, exists causal determinism, which goes like this: we complain to the greengrocer or fruit vendor: You are selling vegetables/fruits overpriced. S/he responds: It’s not me, but the whole-seller; while the whole-seller is exonerated by virtue of the farmer, who, in turn pts towards the land-owner. Now, the feudal guy would be complaining of high tax rates on everything. This means Government. Government takes the matter back to where it began – we: government has to develop projects, keep law et order situation for the greater good of all of us. And such an extravaganza incurs gigantic costs, the amount for which the government had already received upon sovereign guarantees, but which, moreover, needs to be paid; hence, taxes from seeds to road toll, all leading up to the overpriced veggies.
The same example can be given, if you want to know, why there exists low quality products (beside good goods), and so on. However, instead of going through circular de(b)terminism, we can arrive at determinism rather easily et smoothly, if we accept God like Descartes did. Now let me explain this via another example:-
I have heard students complain of the difficult nature of mathematics. They said, for instance, how good it would have been if Euclid had not proven what he did, or Pythagoras had not been born, | , today, we would not have to undergo their difficult theorems. This is based on one common misperception: human beings can invent things. Moreover, that x begins to exist if et only if somebody sees/hears it. The truth is that even if Jabir Ibn Hayyan had not discovered chemistry, atom existed; even prior to the extinction of Dinosaur, Hydrogen was there. The only things humans can do is to make periodic tables, give away Nobel prizes, and tell ourselves that we can create. But if we can only discover what already exists waiting to be found, who put them there; was it really merely 1 out of 1×10123 as the Darwinists suggest. No: it is the One, God. So, the next time you might want to put Pythagoras in hell for discovering something, you will have a pause, and thank God for Pythagoras, for Euclid, and for all the countless discoverers, whom God chose to guide humanity.
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(Furthermore, we must even thank God for giving us the concept of an evil one – Lucifer / Satan / Iblis. Without this concept even a small sin would have sufficed to burden our conscious forever. Now, Pontius can wash his hands off the rheum, and live happily, as far as humanly possible.)
In two separate fields, Freedom was championed. J.S Mill loved Liberty, while Thomas Aquinas was a strong proponent of Free Will. Both, however, succumbed to the opposing theories in their spheres, respectively: The former formulated social welfare programmes, as the latter had to arrive at the position of hard determinism, via the very reasoning he had employed in order to reach conclusive evidence in favor of Free Will. Despite this, those claiming to believe in God or Nature still cling to Free Will as their Élan Vital.
Look at our prayers. There are 3 kinds of prayers: inner prayers, forced prayers, and conscious prayers.
Our inner-most prayers are: Let us breathe air, Let us blink eyes, et al, which are being fulfilled constantly. You can refer to a Tarkovsky’s film for a place where our inner-most unconscious desire could be fulfilled. Though for my current scheme that desire would be on the thin line between inner-most et conscious desires/prayers.
Forced prayers are taught to us by others: Let us not go astray is the supreme example. Astray of what, I am tempted to ask. When Thomas Aquinas, whom Christians call a Saint, has proved that we can’t do anything other than what God hath pre-ordained, then there is no question of wandering off the Path.
Here have we reached the most important type of prayer, the so-called conscious ones. Here lies the ultimate proof of pre-determinism: How many of us would waste our time by asking for O God, let the color of the sky be forever orange, regardless of night or day, and let none other be allowed to pray otherwise in this regard.
Our conscious tell us constantly of possibility / probability / feasibility of any given thing. We, furthermore, perpetually calculate risk, even the worst arithmeticians (who haven’t lost their wits, i.e.) are apt at this, because like our ears that help us in sensing direxion even when if hearing capability has been lost, the ALU of our mind can 55 work even behind our backs, for it doesn’t need our input. Instead, it triangulates the map of possibility and provides us with the most accurate results. Now, our CPU must be in working order to take advantage of the ALU. In the less-gifted ones, ALU is a wasted component, which like in backwards areas without internet is there only in order to be removed like LAN card. (We look at the pricing of stuff and think – LAN card is cheaper than graphics card, conclusion LAN card is unimportant, away with it et its profits – a nuisance. In reality, LAN card gives what the highest Nvidia, G-Force, and whatnot, cannot give you: connectivity. It’d be all eyes et nothing else, my interlocutor, and I would be more than happy to send you to this heaven. Safe Passage. Godspeed.)
If CPU can grasp the data in abundance, we won’t ask for orange skies. Rather, only the things that are important to our existence are desired et consciously communicated to God, in the form of a prayer. Indeed, the act of prayer, p.s, gives us contentment. As far as fulfilling is concerned, then it must be noted that prayers do not bring any changes themselves. However, if after your prayer, your desire gets fulfilled, you get double happiness. It’s pre-determined to occur that way, but God hath so pre-ordained in such cases, that the supplicant receive dual satisfaction.
On the other hand, if our prayer goes unanswered yet we believe in God, we can always tell ourselves, better luck next time, which translates to: ALU work more efficiently, get us a desire which can easily be fulfilled. How about a caffeinated drink tonight. Yes, please God. You go to über-market in a taxi, buy a beverage, and be happy.
Do you know that neither Orhan Pamuk nor Albert Cameo is allowed to talk about taxi or taksi. They are contractually obligated not to report on the death of Osama bin Laden or type-writer or key-board for that matter. Well the Nobel Price Committee members also dislike reality. It is reported by a character in a novel about the close affinity of Russian et French Flags that Graham Greene is denied the title of laureate because 57 he is sex-plural. They are happier with Ariel Sharon though: If you kill all Semite Palestinians, there will be no Intifada, hence peace, not just the absence of war as Clinton sought, but +ve pax. But let’s apply Zeno’s Arrow to the River. I have had fish complain to me, how he dare got our sexual preferences into a novel decidedly about unreality. Or some st vendors do have strangeness in their minds; would Mr Pamuk be so kind as to remove his book off the shelves. Or was it a publicity stunt. You should never trust a book whose tagline is A BOOK TO ANSWER ALL YOUR QUESTIONS *
* AND QUESTION ALL YOUR ANSWERS
We tend to believe that we know our milieu, but can you answer me who wrote ‘Homecoming’
A. Tarkovsky
B. rit Marling
C. ulia Roberts
D. All of the above (et then some)
G. none of the above
My tape-player had some keys missing, but it completely went unnoticed. Keys, I meant buttons – blame it on the heroine of the IIIrd installment, Tove Styrke (may be Jackey Chain). Hiding her shoes was a dead give sway – away.
Our ability to comprehend what’s incomprehensible to us was a gift in some ways. But it did more harm than good. In our daily usage we use the word as very very recklessly, causing mayhem in the bargain.
Both a scientist (the genius of them all) et our arm-chair samurai ([Redacted)] are at the same page on one thing: Atom is NOT a miniscule version of our galaxy / solar system. However, thanks to the cursed as, most think in this wise, even scientists succumb to this fallacy; but why I said even, after all, they are in the habit of applying Okkham’s Razor in order to reach a sophisticated conclusion – Pythagorean Essence of the Universe is exchanged for 0 et 1: 25 watt bulb = 100 watt bulb = 400 watt bulb = ….
In religion, the Incomprehensible God became XSable only via declaring a comprehensible being demi-god, son of god, all but spouse of god, or in the cases of Kishenji et Buddha gods, per se. Unlike Akbar the Great, Ramses or Roman Emperors, neither Christ nor Buddha demanded, for themselves, reverence bordering on divinity, for they knew better.
The basic instincts are inherent in us. If our brains are working, 59 then, since our survival instinct is too hard to overcome, we do not eat lizards for dinner. We were pre-determined not to eat harmful substances knowingly. This resulted in one of the basic concessions in Mill’s Liberal Worldview: poison must be sold under skulls-et-bones. Once you know it is poison, and still consume it, it can mean one of the 3 things (or a combination of these): madness, Hobson’s choice (forced decision), hopelessness.
It was pre-determined that when you are not mad, you won’t consume poison. On the other hand, once the veil of sanity gets removed, it is pre-determined that you will act irrationally. You don’t see but it was worms, which were doing that to him. I saw these crawling in et out of his ears at will, and he, pretending not to notice, talked to me of Heavens et Earth, many of them resisting always from being known about. There, but not there. One second, you get a glimpse, thinking that’s it. The next instance it’s gone, vanished, not even aftergold left for you to console yourself with. It is a calligraphic error, but before, I go into my what tric-cycles call (or should call
The rules would tell us that football is Apollonian, but it is a thinly guised Dion’ sport
–John Urschel, Mathematician + NFL Player
Gi=e≠e
Econometrics allows economists “to sift through mountains of data to extract simple relationships”.
–PA Samuelson et Wm D Nordhaus, Economics (McGraw Hall: 2004), ed. XVIII, p.5
often … a new theory is … an extension of the previous theory. … The eventual goal of science is to provide a single theory to describe the whole Universe.
Hawking (1988/1996: 11) as quoted by Sean Penn in his World Report on board his aeroplane
That was past jumping into future, i.e., present, which is already History. Somebody once said if you ctrl The Heartland, you by logical syllogism ctrl the Whole World. Orwell also said that if you control past, you control the future – was it v.v; there is a link between my epigraph et v.v, but you already know that) typophobia – I cannot type before writing it all on paper (I agree: science make sense, Orwellian politics doesn’t – because, I’m neck deep in pol sci – as much as I’d have agreed to this: Politics make sense, Einsteinian science doesn’t, had I been constantly gazing at X-Rays, which aren’t supposed to be viewed).
So, when they disappear, all you can tell yourself is, it’s my figment of imagination. Maybe the worms were, too. I should give you head’s up: the following was written by [Redacted]; any Been There Done That is all of your own making
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Foucault, I suppose, would be the first one to state that the so-called causes xyz, he found for the happenstance of & are at best catalyses. That while the Zeitgeist (Spirit of the Time) is too broad a generalization, so, too, x+y+z=& is more of a chemist’s prescription. Of course, pinpointing xyz is admirable. We always knew that somewhere a change occurs, which results in far deeper changes. We called it Spirit of the Time, just like we went to the shaman for the cure of epilepsy. However, to deny that a person is epileptic, just because he went to a quake is a self-defeating proposition. Spirit-of-the-Time was (et is) a symptom of the limits of our language. We have the perception of x, but cannot express it. For language is either/or: Sun is or Sun is Not; like the binary code of legal system, where witness is allowed only to accept or deny – there being no irony in the statement, atom is breakable – otherwise we would have opened a can of worms, a legal Pandora box, which by way of Ocassionalism goes straight to prove God [or by Cartesian Duality, a team of scientists, viewing this world on a time-machine (after the end of the world) to see what et where it all went wrong], and the end of the locus standi of a human judge.
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I call her Natasha. chi doesn’t know her. Some casting agency had provided him with the IInd parts nudes. Of course, I could only have known about her existence, when chi showed me the film – et I was mesmerized by her outrageous beauty: yes, outrageous, the only word that come close to describe my particular qualia (T.Y Wallace). Looking through her prism, her kaleidoscope W itself looked beautiful, and in her eyes it seemed was mirrored the sunlight as seen on Mt Olympus, and I am Olympian – she made me want to become a narcissist, a nihilist Zachariah [?] (et it helped that she was Russian). Who knows, millennia ago we were both living in the Caucasus – that it was us unto whose Eden was affixed the eviction notice – though I might have incarnated on various continents, it is impossible for me to imagine her belonging anywhere else. Her imperfections makes my Goddess human et real; a natural beauty whose armpit hair are far more worthy than all of me.
On her right foot was writ something in what back then to me was Linear B, but I came to know it was Perso-Arabic. It was written in a similar way they write God’s Name. Was she a Goddess, who revealed herself only to liberate me from the clutches of chi, who doesn’t even bother to peer over my shoulder to see what I am writing.
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Why we began this r/ship – more precisely: Why I agreed to a servile r/ship. It was my need 2b ♡d uncond∅Y. ☉nce it began, however, I became addicted 2b treated as a slave, thrashed about X2 nothing, 2b told how to exist, leaving the body et living the ether. In short, I lost ego, becoming a stoic creature with no will of its own. That’s where Natasha came in. Juxtaposed against her, I came to see I, which was thought by me to have been lost, maybe forever.
After that Metanoia, I was repulsed by my existence: either change myself or kill myself became the motto. (I wrote it 14x on a paper I had previously scribbled nonsense upon, back when I was pretending to write that damned script for Arabian Nights et Hatun-al-Rashid. He wasn’t bothered in the least with what I was doing, but … and if he had seen it, he’d probably thought: my slave is thinking ’bout changing his wet clothes, I’ll let him rot et die, rather, and he’ll b thankful for it. Once he’d’ve bn correct, not now.)
But before I could set my life a-right, I had to get rid of him. While giving him a blowjob, I bit him, and left him only when he had lost his manhood et his conscious. I hit him several x on his head w/ a paperweight, smashing his skull. I, then, ran away, and began to do odd jobs on the road, l.o.2 reach Russia, where Natasha had gone back to, after quitting.
I was in the middle of a desert working as a the sole staff-member of a gas sta∅, which served about 0 customers / day, when I saw two old women riding a brand new Jaguar. A moment later, I was emptying the empty cash-drawer as their bulldog was serenely looking at me. It is said by somebody (or ought to have been said) that bad luck catches the unlucky ones even in Heaven. The ladies instantly saw me for who I was, put me in the back of car, and blazed the sta∅ down.
It was the next day when I sitting in a chair bound et blindfolded was told the reason for setting the place on fire: they were eco-feminist terrorists. After an impromptu speech on return to matriarchy et hence to quote Original Natural end-quote way of life, one of them said: Come to the Bosom of your Mother. I know you want it; it’s written on your forehead. The 2nd: But if you don’t you’ll find that Mother can easily top-off your glass of milk with a black potion, you know this, too.
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I am with you. Good; Tomorrow, we set-out for another of these devil’s contrivances; Yes, all of them oil companies are in bed with the devil; But, which of your mothers you‘ll serve first. I knew what she or she meant but feigned ignorance. Do you want mama to cook food for you. I was hungry – since y/day morning I hadn’t touched food. Yes, but not of the poisoned variety. She chuckled, while she kicked me with a ptd-shoe on my kneecap (according to OED, kneecap means the convex bone in front of the knee joint; the patella, but our favorite critic was lost in Brasilia to give a damn ’bout it). It was purely a reflex axn: an urge to double down – I mean bend over – but it resulted in me falling onto the barren mud-floor, with, of course, the chair tied to my torso. It was the first practical e.g. of how the W once great was turned by us men into concrete jungle – that’s where are we now.
My nose bled but they say it is good for you to bleed from there – even a recommended procedure in certain cases. OK, that’s what I was told, but I had seen the light – not of the proverbial stars dancing around Muppetish’s fav character’s arch-antithesis, but real light. My metanoia was over as fast as it had begun: I was born to serve. So, serve I did, physically, temporal lobby, spiritually, which mostly meant Gin et sometimes we’d play 3-side Rummy, too (though it was part of my servitude to lose, b/side finding paper-towns with actual gas- sta∅s).
Now, the hi-story (they allegedly came across a news-story, which was largely based on hearsay – I don’t know why Anglo-Saxons hate hyphen, or come to hate it) has it that once upon a 4D, a cabal of oil cos heads decided that they would built as many roads as possible. More roads mean more vehicles on the roads, and more oil consump∅. She adds: – the plan also included that low-quality products could be sold on regular prices in places where writ of the government cannot exist even on paper on imprescriptibility; that sta∅s in such areas can be used for nefarious activities, as such these were ruses for something sinister, what she or she didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. (During my time, I hadn’t found anything more sinister than almost empty tankers, which made sense: the company knew how little was sold.)
Yes, and those potent tankers carrying a load, which they also consumed, making dual pollu∅ in the process. Looking with despise at each tanker passing by had became IInd nature of all 4 of us. And if they were 3, then the 4th was there dog. Wallace ’d ’ve added to it a 5th one, but I was never supposed
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to become great or commit felo de se like a Ronin who has at last seen the factual Master, the Creator. But can Mona Lisa be blamed for the blunders of da Vinci. & even for to err is Mona Lisa, no small part is attributable (or ought to be so) to da Vinci – not only by proxy / associ∅ with the former, but to have created her in that particular manner.
Rembrandt’s Ship is lost in Her Eyes. Whatever we do, howsoever much distress signal we send, and howsoever much we are told that help is on its way, the result is dead bodies in black polythene, and a mentally exhausted heroine. We take care of our own. As if we live on Sonderweg, on a dead lifeline all along, with no + or – devi∅s.
It was our 6th venture. By then authorities had become cognizant of wrath of Zeus, which was regularly hitting the lonely gas sta∅s, and were financed by the victims, themselves. As it was ritualistic with the ladies, I was left in peace in the driving seat, while they were burning the place down.
Police must have been suspicious of two old ladies with a dog et a boytoy, for this time ’round, they met us with fanfare – suspicious b/c, let’s face it, 2 old ladies in a brand new Jaguar is inherently suspect; add to that not only was a dog present, which can do all the things a bt can do but do it a bit better, but this scribe, too. Where 3 is literally crowd, 4 calls for emergency session of the UNSC (at least an exterminator) – as I am in the bloody habit of adding everything I come across, I’ll now add the difini∅ of Analytical Chemistry:-
The branch of chemistry which deals with the study of analysis of compounds / samples is called A. C.
Beoning of a substance in the presence of O2 is called combus∅. Only organic compounds of C, H, O to the exclusion of all al el are i’ t’ remit of Combus∅ Analysis.
In a given xpm/ (s. a pleaded later by our lawyer in our absentia) the %ages of C, H, O are calculated by using the following formulae,
% of C = mass of CO2 / mass of compound x 12/44 x 100 — (1)
% of H = mass of H2O / mass of compound x 2/18 x 100 — (2)
% of O = 100 – (1) + (2).
The pt of interest was: If % of O comes out 2b 0, it means that the organic compound does not contain O2 at all.
Regardless of rounding problems, the judge accepted that prima facie, combus∅ did not occur, hence fire couldn’t have occurred, which, moreover, hence, means that guilty are free to go. Hurrah, science.
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It seems that the oxygen is ubiquitous, even the poison in our flat had it: Pb3(AsO)2 – yes, the -ate part. Yet for our lawyer – a doctor (LL.D) but nowhere near a scientist, to have proven that oxygen was not present when the alleged fires took place is no Chinese feet.
Heroine’s wet feet are still young in my mind – blame me for this Ras al-Kheima: 2b mesmerized with Thy Crea∅, 2 have a ♡, not Petra; blood, not oleum. To sing Her praises, instead of some ruin’s.
The first martyr of anarcha-environmentalism was the bulldog, which got hit on a nondescript part of body, while jumping at the hand of an officer. The blood made the force panic, which gave us ample 4D to boot.
A day after driving to nowhere, we had to leave the Jaguar in a pit, for want of gas. This line for whatever reason reminded me of Iceland. After serving the ladies, we all went to sleep. I, however, had decided to run away.
The next time you’ll find me in a circus, whose central piece was: How to Lose Interest in Life in 2 Mins – a montage of the most mundane moments captured by a renowned photographer in better-than-actual colors. Most of the viewers reported to a casual survey afterwards that the show indeed had had the desired effect, though the nearest word to death that cropped up in a rather statistical manner happened to be dye. The enhanced colors of the photographs may have something to do with it. (The nomenclature, desired effect, has been taken from the report by the surveyor, who, like the pHr is a close friend of the owner since their childhood.)
This, moreover, coincides with those, who were fooled in 3D by M. Duchamp – whatever his alterior ego may be, he’ll known to Posterity (like Laurence Stern) through a stern joke that he played on those, who, if received grass on their plates would immensely enjoy the same, if it is the highest charged item on the menu.
Like this page of a school diary, I, too, am ÷d f. t’ normal by lines invisible but there, just like the Ocean water of different properties cannot mix, not just on chemical levels to form H4O2, H6O3, etc but more abnormally in the physical realm. As if stored in a glass tank invisible to human eye, the saline water is separated 70 from the less saline, and hot water from the cold. Have you ever tasted cold water mixed with hot – my xp: it’s nauseous. This difference was all the reason for my inclusion in the circus.
For the newspaper / Q god, TV plays / Q'god is wrong, and v.v. My attempt to be in the both camps is looked with suspicion in either’s minions. Nobody laughs at this opening act, or on: Do you find the dead actress hot; I mean she is not dead, she is only acting. A young hot wet something is whispering to you. Booo. But he goes on with his imaginum, trying always not 2b funny.
Then came the customary clowns singing the national anthem with all the pomp et zeal you can think of. But clowns all the same. Can’t you see yourself mirrored in them. Looking at them holding a beverage a cigarette a bubblegum wrapper with stone dead eyes your conscious unconscious can pretend, these creatures in red polka dots are entirely different than us. But the only difference is how we perceive things: a clown is a clown, period. One doesn’t even have to take into a/c the cherries on the noses, the weird make-up, the foolish stride. You look at a fish with the above qualities in surroundings of foolish fanfare, and the first thing that come to your mind is: it is clown, period.
The problem is I had not wanted to write about some clowns, but myself, which, I ,for whatever reason let mirrored onto the clowns. The empathy is all mine aka self-pity.
But this page has, in fact, 3 columns. This first one represents my True Self, which again is difficult to reach – an invisible ceiling prevents me from abandoning myself within True. Before the True is the middle stage where Nietzsche abandoned himself to get mad and Wallace committed suicide. The last stage is where the so-called normal people reside. They are one more step away from True, hence, can live in the bliss of ignorance, but us in the middle, for every breath that doesn’t smell of madness, we must be thankful.
Wallace thought it was moss creating strangeness in his mind. He saw algae everywhere, from dust-bins to Her Eyes singing Bruce Springsteen (Spring – got it) at the gprs of town. Unlike most dixionaries, my OED ended in symbols. The last word is Zymurgy, though – the StudY of Fermament∅s, but you know
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“I done tell you to zipper the lips” was the last I heard from God before I became atheist et killed It – Wallace.
To think, how many times he’d not have put his head in the oven threatening the moss to get out of his ears, to stop blurring his memory, and leave his years; or that the next time he saw a moldy toast or tooth-brush, he’d have thought, at last, I am £ated. £ – the last entry, end of book, liber IV of architectura. I am donating blood to mosquitoes b/c I can’t zipper my lips about the origin of AIDS. But there it was, gnawing at him, nay, he was attacking himself, thinking Mrs can only be happy if I am humiliated, thoroughly: to beg for Mercy when you know, you can’t get it except in death or in madness, and, m/o, to know theologically that God cannot have Mercy, for that would mean God is Morgan Freeman, whereas God is Transcendent. Then to find my two cousins in the bondage of Natasha, though none of us knew we were related. I am writing stories for al to take adv of. A kind of synergy is flowing back et forth, like trees exhaling O2, and humans inhaling the same. During the night though we become trees (per the Modus Ponens)
Scientists DIVIDE the W into R∅l et Irr∅l, and shun the latter as if it is not Real. Other people also have a name for it: unnatural – as if nature by defini∅ is not obscure et mysterious to our rigid belief sys of either-0-or-1.
Of course, I have a pathological inclin∅ to prove something even if it is counter-intuitive to the rest. This is my Dasein.
However, science by denying the Irr∅l, find in itself the modern equivalent of dogmatic Dark Ages. I can assure you, Newton would have been the first to laugh at Edison – Son, you can’t even spell momentum correctly, how are you going to improve on anything, let alone on electrical bulb.
Indeed, I am Cartesian. He proved something, which is unprovable; either you find it around you, or you don’t. Like the Kierkegaardian Leap of Faith, I cannot show you the qualia, only the end result. If a thing is special b/c it has certain qualities not found anywhere else, the absence of all of these qualities in a thing would make that thing also special (per complement)
Another unprovable hypothesis: The moment we say something, we know we are wrong; hence, we contradict ourselves. Like Morgenthau (per his protégé) we are inherently drawn towards Truth. The beauty of language is that it allows us to deny something – it is our way of communic∅ that led humans to tame lions.
The next show is of Lions sitting on the back of Elephants, which themselves are standing on Singularity. But the more intriguing part for me was that the elephants recognized themselves in mirrors around them.
We keep elephants hungry, so they can be more obedient than they inherently are; and we keep lions well-fed, for an angry creature that he is a lion does not need fasting to display its rage.
I am no stoic, consequently I am all rage. Rage is legally a form of insanity; spiritual insanity. Fasting opens the Yang’s eye to its inherent darkness; the Apollonian for once become Dionysian. Yes, even the Chinese conceived God – the Light as male, but for my batsmanship (Morgenthau should recognize this co-in), I can see God – the Light as female, solely.
Within man there is Wm, and within Wm is man – we seek always our missing piece / peace. Whereas this offender see in that little girl God, my mother found little (father’s name). Wooden they may be, Books 1 are nothing before Mariyam, Gabriel is nothing I am nothing. As Iqbal said
حُسن کی تاثیر پہ غالب نہ آسکتا تھا علم
اتنی نادانی جہاں کے سارے داناؤں میں تھی
Everything is Immaculate Concep∅. We all are scribes as Bolaño said, though perhaps, not to obscure but to manifest the Yggdrasil. Brick by boring Brick, we are all making the Great Wall of bricolage; et as Kafka said, none of us know the other masons at word at diff §§ o’ t’ Wall as none of them are joined. But the problem is that Great Wall of Chi long misunderstood 2b seen even f. the Earth-1, was nvr fully made. It is interesting that the past participle of mak is mad. Perhaps, in some other life, we were bestowed with madness: not just the story-tellers, but pH, chemists, scientists, artisans et artists, all have come out of the same kiln. That fire is still raging in us – we call it LOVE.
De Gas et Tarkovsky both presented Wm without coquettishness – A even had had a cock butchered at the hands of his Heroine. They both, however, subjected her to their distinct lenses. D hated them; A worshipped them. A viewer by extension feels in the same wise. Yet, I feel, De Gas never understood Women. Whereas he thought her to be an animal, I see Goddess through her scars et imperfections.
I was morbidly aroused by Aliona Balsova – the nxt act of our circus – who was 96 % covered in tattoos, implants et piercings. When she’d striptease, most, of course, could not look at her, but the Tarkovsky in me saw her levitating. I confessed to her about the morbid nature of my arousal. She laughed. She did not understand me – she speaks only Spanish, I was told in a friendly manner.
I drew on the ground, the glyph of a bird, and ptd my index finger first to her than to the glyph. Next I drew the glyph of a scale with weight on the one side. This is me. She showed me the footage of a military plane being loaded et flying still, and said: Que Seira Seira. She hugged me. I embraced Her. She whispered something. I comprehended it without understanding it.
Zarathustra was right, all beautiful Women are for us. He did not know, though, that every single Woman is Beauty, per se. And I seek Woman b/c of my Venusian urge for the missing ½, and not to quench the Martian want for clash of the Titans. I want life, not sentence; neither Thule Gesellschaft nor Zionism in my cup of tea.
My GM said, we have all come out of lizard’s egg. That Cosmic Egg is inherent in most religions. Even, science with its Singularity had its comeuppance. Islam called it Rittique, which God made Fittique – broken. Like a tennis ball that breaks in a court of tennis / squash / my idiomorphed Concentr∅ Ball sport (mixture of squash et the practice session of tennis) – but which can be recycled.
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