To sum up for the moment: when I was thought to be skit so, I always wondered where the hell this is heading, before professing it , like a process. Then read some bout it, and found some linkage such as I’m ok your ok stuff, and unduly referenced searches became almost an obsession.
Got through the nominal point of life, and having wasted years in meme university found that I loved philosophy, before I the internet knotted into a progressive need to meet the famous people in university convocations and the like. The references ebbed in a tide of this sickness, into a possible death, as indeed dyin in Paris years ago. Just for about 5 minutes.
Prior to that my best found new friend concocted a mission to liberate the demon, whereas later I deluded to loving that demonic harboring inside, as Jesus said: “Live You Enemies”. The Spirit was my guide, and Terry , my best found frien, became like a guide who , at a then momentous party dropped acid into my drink, and that really, and I believe for ever turned Mimi into an enlightened but troubled young man, who stands among you carrying a heavy chip, on shoulders that should become angelic any minute now.
So they brazenly diagnosed a new term: but I already admitted to that differential diagnosis in the earlier version of I love philosophy, , no need for a kierkegariam repetitive nuance -of using any aliases. So as this story folds out , the acid did kill me again, but previous to the Paris cinnectiive death—
Reading backwoods has become the only way to interpret data , hence the effect of Asian particularly South Korean thinking on an admittedly feeble mind,
Why that fertility due to unrestrained abuse of self in a Catholic cell ?
So the acid did liberate and in one sense found bedrock, amid accusations of too much thinking or, too little, a mind being a terrible ‘thing’ to waste, as one dealer put it, after a new 24 hour hold, gosh you’ve got a good thing, now you can go up up inn your beautiful something(don’t remember- balloon, yes balloon.
And it proved to be true and then the miracles came into first base, as Anthony Perkins was described in the Long Stiry.
Schyzitypal personality was the next challenge, and Jung said such depressing labels are archaic modes of referencing suppressed stuff, that augment the mining of them la positive and healthy necessity.
So far? Not really, the pleasures of Dali-Esau pure genetic paranoia is yet to behold especially difficult, though without his Gays? Not sure of doelling, but beyond that all knowledge will be revealed universally, bless whoever be the next pope be, with or without degree.
Amen
Oremus