But don’t walk UNDER ladders.
And the author of many dialogues, who wanted us all singing the unsung song, wanted to do away with ALL poets… that he wasn’t.
Roger that 
…diwn but not knocked out. Politics was not illusive back then they were more…collusive.
The images were real, e e lost it but look what we gained…
Craftsman of the senses gives us surprise. Little clues. “Watch your mouth.” 509A “…at least when he’s praising his own life.” 583A “…doesn’t escape the notice of the gods” (612E) “these things will finally turn into something good for him while he lives or even when he dies” (613A).
From the Father’s eternal/timeless perspective, nothing is wasted, and he is full.
From our immanent perspective, we have the ability to transcend up into fullness & add to the beauty (on earth as it is in heaven), but will always be children.
And ugliness takes nothing from the beautiful. Even Sartre understood that before the shift.
To be sure and what we gained by walking underneath the ladder is the realization that the distinction between the beautiful and the ugly is transpersonal, one must be able to descend as well as ascend the ladder, albeit with the necisdity to remember what we left behind: which is the mirror through which we kid ourselves into thinking we were once abandoned.
That fill once tasted, can only leave a vestige , like sweet wine at a wedding where fish out of nowhere appeared to have been able to feed a multitude.
But, never convinced with such scipt, the personality, that personality, I was able to share with the likes of kierkegaard, on a level unheard of, to reduce Carter’s dialectical dilemma
One such, that what really ticked him off, and the universal, was the 1956 Hungarian uprising, so reminiscent of this Ukraine debacle.
What does that say about letters sent underground? The beginnings of the despair of the French, guilloteening the formidable reality fir mass appeal. No wonder they are leaving the owes en-masse.
“So, then, the deliberation goes back to its beginning. To build up is to presuppose love; to be loving is to presuppose love; only love builds up. To build up is to erect something from the ground up—but, spiritually, love is the ground of everything. No human being can place the ground of love in another person’s heart; yet love is the ground, and we can build up only from the ground up; therefore we can build up only by presupposing love. Take love away—then there is no one who builds up and no one who is built up.”
Kierkegaard, Works of Love
Grounded/Anchored in Love beyond the veil.
Disclaimer: Not the insane kind that makes some want to blow their brains out.
No, not if a philosopher can manage the game of life that’s really agamble.
The simplicity of it is like E. Said He doesn’t play with dice, he should have said loaded dice.
The ligistics/logic’s of it is all consuming, something unreasoned not unreasonable triggers confusion.
The thing with double edges is that most deal as if they were insurmountibly integral in their totality, as if swing it and they catboat ways, thegoodfrom thebad, leaving the ugly.
But they are duscernable, thedouble is not an integral part that can not be dusassembled, discerned. The goodwill shine forth then, and it will separate the deepest layers ofthrme image from the original take and shine on the supposedly ‘bad’ and make clear that glass, previously through darkly opaque.
I believe this and such trifles not , but seminal structures of the soul.
Don’t get ne wrong. The underside if the ladder ceases to be a mystery owed by a Kierfkegaard or a Augustine even Plato himself.
Then a man, a dog, a cat can have something other than their face their body their personality without breaking it up into various species .
Who you are or who are you as applied to a moral imperative becomes uncertain and relative depending on the position in this see-sea of inverse reverse dial ctical diminution from mind to matter, or, better, mind that matters and not tatters on the way down to logi.
Loci is always there too.
So there it is one can no die , to one, to another one or to many in the multitude, and a reminder of James, Saint that is, who said of the mater of corresponding duplicate
So ground up from the exact copy of , this inversive identity comes and is conversely connected to an intensional optically elludive metaphor suggested by the painting - Metamorphosis of Narcissus, where the object and image are consciously begins with an apperant irreversibility, vis. The object is apprehended as the subjective mode within the apprehension, .
This gives rise to the primary duplicity between ideal and material dialectical reversibility.
From there, to hear, the message of the spiritually awakened transmission, that the duplicate is identical to it’s self, through it’s own media of apprehension. and is self regulatory as the control, the will, subjugates that transmission of objective criteria.
The east enfolds the criteria within the karmically self regulated course of developing events, yes, but the duplicity saves it’s misguidance extra sensory derivation from the previously built up determinative structural effects, as a necessary part of the evolution, the satori, a flash in a darkening sky, can withstand and immediately reverse course.
This positive necessity directs the Way, from the beginning, but the initial burst of it, bedazzles the environment with such initial punch, that the transmission can not immediately be understood for anything else than what it appears. It boggles and engulfs the shadow, to such an extent , that the shadow becomes a defensive mode of representing opposing forces, as some kind of natural function to establish an equilibrium.
The absurdity of it’s situation at it’s extreme, causes the eventual enlightenment of how the transaction reduces it’s self at every turn, and finally becomes aware of the non existence of the phenomenal identity or the phenomenon of identity
all we are is some wet dust in God’s double-edged fiery breath
Test that theory.
There are ways and ways:
Let’s face it, the bottom line is around the question so often repeated , of who you are, of what content, consistency, etc. from dust to dust granted, but then grains of sand are of a higher order, and grains of rice covering all the tableau of all the games covering a chess board are another.
Now some are very naustalgic, romantic even to bordering of what Horderlin said of ……
Or reversely, before the transition or the move back from the East to the Western path.
Quietude is pastoral, but eroica and tempests (Beethoven and Rossini respectfully, there is variance even in listening, even without hearing…
The price of facing it dear, is very vary , dear,
Only those who not easily embarrassed, without that boomerang, returning, the very satory, dependence on karmic law.
That is, how can not enter the dragon , filled with iconic middle aged late in the game comparatively, relatively a type of something, a typed under ground, ancient symbol east and west maybe pregenital, perverse unity of what appears opposing , supposing,
that, the watchacallit, spirit of the times, fills in the contours of becoming, and lastly in panick about the unscertainty of all, of all encompassed and prefigured variance, of what identifies by haphazard or intensionally derived, well they appear same time, going out just a blink ( u blinked) away from going in, as predicted, and lastly as simulated.
The mirrors not lie, except when contrasting the black lit phantasms of its negation, it’s negative.
So that, the light preforms this spatial temporal miracle and post forms an exactness near it’s horizon, timelessly, establishing that link, needlessly, where finding it like in a haystack becomes the great repetitive dance of make believedly loosing and finding it contemporeously, it really aspires, ascends to limitless yet seeking searching for boundaries, that divide as cells to make it really happen, and free it’s self from fear of contagion that the shadow, constructed of wishes and images of ideas sprung out of the head.
These points to pointillistic havens of desire, disgraced and retired, have only vengeance on their mind, to overcome their excite and rebound with added energy saved during such excite, break the chains of fear and doubt, and invigorated with the effects of quick assent, having learned of the simulated rise in the hypervolitional sought after freedom, must use the equivocal restraint necessary to rightly and justly coot the negative, to avoid over abstracted facing of sarcasm, hypocracy and
and !
… since no death can occur…
Unless memory fails……
, but alas recovered timely- grotesque, yes grotesque unequivocally transitive word such as a grotesque out come, come out from the shadows, but alas an eternal return can not guarantee finding this jewel of a haystack’s needle that and please do not blame it on grand dad cause he is old, for they also require love, as against an accumulation of guilt
So this is why we can never die, for as was said by papa Freudian, but he failed, that analysis trumps the passions, whereas the only real effect of the desire not to reborn is inherent in a literal fade of memory, and what it means - again a new search-yes the seminal question that so abscunts the sea(see?)
Yes. New keys unlock old or never unlocked memories.
So make good, beautiful, true keys.
That’s all I will ever hear… in my best moments. When I remember.
Yes but there are keys which are wrong, not wrong in the sense they will not open doors, but doors which incessantly back doors to chancy previously hatful spaces.
The thing is, Nostradamus predicts somethin quite bad happening in future world something about the platelets of deophysical terrain shifting while hinting of equally bad above ground turmoil.
If this is not enough, the planet it’self is changing course to an extent which requires a conjunctive human adaptation. Those who can not change to adapt will be left behind, and shipped to kind of penal planetary places, where their karmic repetitive forces will keep them there, wherever.
So a new evolutionary change of tremendous magnetic force will open to those , who successfully pass through this intermediary adaptive phase, and will want to leave everything to which they are attached to behind.
I don’t really remember where this is from, but it makes sense.
J
No back doors. Got it.
For those sceptics, negatives, nihilists atheists out there, who think immanence and its utilization is the end of all determinants, boy I have need to you.
That energy is behind everything , is no longer a question. That energy underlies all forms of thought and experience, ibid. That evolutionary space and time happens coincidentally is no mere chance or a gamble taken, by higher forms of energy, there is little doubt.
That the highest form of energy wirks on the pyramids pattern of the top top being that point, there is ample proof for that.
That existence is imbued with both forms, dark and light, is also self evident.
That the beginning was the Word, and it was good, indicated growth as an indicative of that is obvious. G
I’m feelin that vibe, Meno_! 
To extend it, that vibe that is this time toward the thesis, theyhic-pathetic
How can we re-re-re incarnate from the now real me, when that reality is constantly, objectively trending toward the transcendental unity with imminently relative similarity, which Nietzche was on the money with, that is, a recurrence trending toward a closer yet similarity, that constantly narrows the gap between the familiar and the familial bubbles of the self/other’s image?
If not that would that image eternally return toward the imminent conception of the self as a model for posterior generations lest they forgot?
Such must be an add on, an extended artificially constructed reality for them to last to the endless end of time?
I yes say, for if not all is lost, and the deconstructionak reverse engineered archetype will reveal only an empty machine, devoid of it’s essential ingredient, some call the soul, the Being, without which it could be said Ecce Machine, too functional without a diagram