resnblingly so
Why should you be embarrassed, when I am âŚâŚnot?
I would hope thatâs obvious, that is, ahem, a slight difficulty in running around naked , embare(assed) with kids around, with kids around pretend not a to seeâŚ
He he
To see hey vat?fairy tale only they could not see!?!
umkay whatevs Meno.
Sure. A good defense as any. Alkhineâs Budapest with Rubinsteinâs variation? Whatever yes.
The only place any sustaining peace in my own ivory non existent tower, it appears, that fortune is sensitively postured very nimbly.
That is to say, that students of all kinds take rest in libraries like the self learned man in the Nausea, and get some.
Like the uncollected recollected portfolio, need no compare, believe you me itâs incomparable why.
Cause thatâs why under wraps, like me know whatâs not going in and why not do think an immeasurable weight, with even Atlas shrugging and Narcissus wished, would have that
Why did and what did happen along the way so that self disclosure needs some OTHER(s) to carry on and keep up the presence that kids easily discern that they can say among themselves yes, Itâs not happening for a reason all that alienation and alien nation stuff?
Can we get beyond that or is it like Diana Ross saying ,âlove is snitching in my heart and I canât scratch it?
Itâs kind of a pseudo savior thing and for the love of Christ please allow me some essential simple explanation as would James Yoyce and William James have nothing in common then sharing âJames, the meaning, in the middle like take minimebi me, can such differ some from the preordained simplicity of a total reduction to near comical affects, which obliges yours truly, to act out that silly part
No itâs much too late to play a well rehearsed defense, subtle variations aâplenty to last a lifetime and yes everything I vouch truth in as Bob escapes to Sri Lammas hoping it wonât reach his ears, and Dreyfus is mentioned with the 3 fold flower: virag, Bloom. Well, not directly mind you but what else doth bloom but a vain narcissus condemned by an echo through long tortuous , deliriously beautiful song, as sirens do tho lost ships of ghost ships, Wagners earliest joy of the exciting voyages ahead, to reclaim some hidden treasure that if recalled, can convert the lost by a stunning redemptive royal flush, making them want to come back and understand The Savior who can make them descend from the playful Walhalla?
This is why Theu All love 
Philosophy as a game, to mature into an almost alien life form, like the cyber- progenitor bird which had no flaws like the one whom the Emperror traded to from the real thing.
They invented rockets, and robots thousands of years ago and this chess too, whatâs happening now is the adaptation of a an innovative effort,
So letâs not confuse Sztalinâs say that itâs easier to kill a million unseen men that 1 that is.
So goes the spirit of Hegel bird of paradise? Even if non existent, bartered for a single body of known prefecture.
Itâs late I canât sleep thinking about the burning house and what that entails, and how easy IT fractures or appears to.
Bobby was looking for me, for sure, he was around LA around the same time when thinking of whatâs lost in Paradise is reclaimed, a nifty little item pledged for a farthing, weii thatâs the difference between fisher(s) of the deep see, out every day pulling their nets habitually, and those who see some glimmer of it now and then, and the tortious effort to keep to the surface, yet unable to resist that Stolze Ocean!
I hope you donât communicate with me under the false assumption that I actually read everything you write, because like a heartless person, I donât feel one ounce of guilt that I absolutely do not read most of what you write.
Just being honest.
Thanks for that Ishthus, Iâve mentioned before my catharsis upon getting out stuff not only philosophical
Iâm sure that Shirley would be fascinated to hear that.
That the feeling is mutual needs no mention, Iâm like you in many ways, ex portfolio, included, above and below the apparent, crossing boundaries,
When I got in here very grateful and still
Still always
At work called me âstill billâ
Not kill bill
The bills yeah them silent killers,
And not to worry every apprehension virtual, leaving traces like footprints in the sand
When one is, invisible, becoming, not in the sense of flattery, but minimalism below austerity
I tell myself each day donât wiorry
The Faith unbounded shining through all levels which decide to come through.
You remind me of me when I was batpoop crazy.
Iâm pretty sure it was BriBri who used to talk about Kill Bill.
Of course there is something de-ranged about it, and that is not within the range of anything recollectable , even in oneâs wildest imagination, just a spur of the moment predilection perhaps.
Sometimes there really is a factor analysis toward a movement toward some streams and away from some others, at least here in this nebula.
What is this here nebula?
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[solar nebula, gaseous cloud from which, in the so-called nebular hypothesis of the origin of the solar system, the Sun and planets formed by condensation. Swedish philosopher Emanuel Swedenborg in 1734 proposed that the planets formed out of a nebular crust that had surrounded the Sun and then broken apart. In 1755 the German philosopher Immanuel Kant suggested that a nebula in slow rotation, gradually pulled together by its own gravitational force and flattened into a spinning disk, gave birth to the Sun and planets. A similar model, but with the planets being formed before the Sun, was proposed by the French astronomer and mathematician Pierre-Simon Laplace in 1796. During the late 19th century the Kant-Laplace views were criticized by the British physicist James Clerk Maxwell, who showed that, if all the matter contained in the known planets had once been distributed around the Sun in the form of a disk, the shearing forces of differential rotation would have prevented the condensation of individual planets. Another objection was that the Sun possesses less angular momentum(dependent on the total mass, its distribution, and the speed of rotation) than the theory seemed to require. For several decades most astronomers preferred the so-called collision theory, in which the planets were considered to have been formed as a result of a close approach to the Sun by some other star. Objections to the collision theory more convincing than those against the nebular hypothesis were raised, however, especially as the latter was modified in the 1940s. The masses of the original planets (see protoplanet) were assumed to be larger than in the earlier version of the theory, and the apparent discrepancy in angular momentum was attributed to magnetic forces connecting the Sun and planets. The nebular hypothesis has thus become the prevailing theory of the origin of the solar system.
This article was most recently revised and updated by Erik Gregersen.]
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No wonder this comment is so nebulous, being from a natural clouded domain all the way to itâs prophetic virtual simulation perhaps
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What does it make us derive from stardust to dust?
Here is another nebula:
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Better picture doesenât look like a rose and with a dying star at its center such allegory fades to metaphore!
No thing is excluded, all things in a dragon galaxy so far, yet so wondrously still, here in the eye(I) of the beholder, but a mere blink in the Almightyâs imminence.
Contrast that extended metaphor with the following, how minuscule that grasp is within this 
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Now thatâs something I can get behind⌠well said him. 
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Again itâs hard to takes sides here, if there are any?!?
And if there are, they are so subtle as to enable a comparable difference to sink to the most subtle level-metaphore
Just read the reply I sent you and it downed on me, or I can almost hear you ask what the heck sides am I trying to express here. Well the guy appears to argue along the lines of how Bertrand Russel would argue for the non existence of an irreducible God, a hod along the lines of Saint Enselm,
However, on the other side of the argument stands the revelatory dynamic of the inexpressible reformation of a personal God, who comes through miraculously by the power of the community of Saints, and sensitives.
The fact bears worthyness, when the focus becomes not the balancing out of whose argument is most compelling, but the question arising as to what makes this question so irresolutely nenulous in the first place?
He didnât offer human sacrifice. He offered an alternative. Perhaps you go and learn what this means⌠âI desire mercy and not a sacrifice.â
If he had made everything easy, what would life have been like? We wouldâve still wanted something else. Just ask all the one percenters if theyâre satisfied.