Can Anybody Guess What I'm Discussing Here?

How so? Backing an Altruistic point of view wasn’t either philosophically logical to dispute about certain ideals or reasons people cared to trust in certain point of views.

Dividing one part of a religious belief into two was a play on the consciousness and acted as an intermediary for what one actually thought to be tangible. Not simply metaphorical in a sense one didn’t grasp what beliefs he believed in him/herself. Leaving the door open to more widely ventures of the mind rather than focus on one certain system of trusted knowledge to actually know what was true or false.

One had to come to testify to the realization of said belief, to reach an understanding or a forgone conclusion as to what they actually thought to believe to exist. This reasoning is what puts into place a reality that some take as definitive truths. The outlaid preliminaries took flight and actual hold of truths into factual representation in the mind and consciousness. Not just claim, yet augmentation into such mind that it’s plausibly feasible and was actually accepted as truth not just remarks. The respected ability to portray this literal meaning of truth trice removed you see?

Now it’s meaning is twice as bolded, and is now recaptured so much so that it’s in so many minds and is not widely rejected. It’s not scripted to falsities. A belief system had hypothesis of historical actuality that really happened to exist not only in mind but reality. Mostly accepted truths had some point of existing only as an assumption until facts about such truths corresponded with it’s entirely fabricated system of belief. It’s only phrases or expressions in which the same thing is said twice in different words.

That’s what i’m getting at it’s not simply accepting truths but rejecting what actually happened in reality and in actuality, happened in everybody’s mind. Thinking things into effect if you will. Occasions which one will think certain truths than become one of one’s cycle of thought taking aspired hold on actuality. One believes too much about one truth, that truth becomes held by many instead of just one now. Delusions were as various, becoming so easily confused as to what was actuality. Now we become more aware to facts as to what it pertained.

Somehow the two ways of internalization of both: vis .by the tools afforded to internalize an apparent simultaneity as if they never were discernible, primarily , really understanding the metaphors, and what they indicated, and later, retro engineer those that required to be deconstructed because, in light of the Aristotelian dissention to formal arguments in-them-selves, such dissension were yet to transcend formal logic.

The apparent differences caused by this evolving disjunction within the overcompensation’s occurring between over and underscored ‘realities’, forced the hand to change the modular structure of realization it’s self; such that critical points began to fracture reality dramatically.

Representations mirrored this logical anguish, and post modern thought sought to ask the finally objective transcendent thought by attempts to sew up the difference, only to nihil same threatening dividing ‘reality, where splitting the atomists from , what the best of all worlds could signify, from its representational vacuum, the nihilization of thought, the lobotomy of self consciousness of Other minds.

The physical atomists had to communicate this paradoxically, through nominal access through metaphysical channels retroactive to a time parabola did not yet enter the field of secular justification.

What I am getting at is similar, that rhetoric has undermined logical certainty, and that is the problem sustained to the present time.

Death
Life
Everything
Nothing
The heartbeat of a parasite that inhabits a heart
The fleeting image of The Devil before the gates of Paradise
A scream forlorn in a forest lost ending suddenly among an unsettling high pitched buzz that sounds suspiciously like laughter
A butterfly

That buzz.

That was once my wake up call

In a park
A spring to summer day

Unending silence, once trees

Now stoning to stone fir ever

Yet they will be long long gone, after a few generations while their off

Spring stare upwards seeking parents turning stone

Cold where the can not apprehend the silence

Suddenly.

A bee buzzing down to find that bright yellow embrace in the flower of the sun

(Decades ago in Griffith Oark, near secret garden flower shop, ) - now gone