Formation

More on patterns…

I am posting a video by Michael J. Puett in which he discusses patterns. As usual, I like to examine thinkers as thoroughly as I can. Following is some information on him:

I like to detect all of the features in a personality possible and the internet is making this easier to do. By understanding persona, an enhancement of words written by a person seems to take place.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtMm88p3Tjk[/youtube]
Duration: 4:28

I find his speech pattern a little confusing to follow and therefore I will watch this again. The video is titled: Break Anxiety and Addiction By Examining Your Patterns. I will happily challenge what he says if I feel the need to. Aside from this, he makes a [critical reflection](réflexion critique) in some text that I am reading titled: The Mythology in Our Language ― Wittgenstein. Between words(mots), patterns(motifs), and feelings(sentiments ) - I am excluding a few things here on purpose that are to be examined separately - but yes, en considération des mots, des motifs et des sentiments some information is not transferred between people - I am looking for any missing potential insight that I can add to conceptual patterns to enhance different communicative threads that are woven into the larger whole. I am interested in the missing essence of a lived culture and how this could possibly be transferred alongside conceptual patterns in conversation. At my end…I do hope that soon I will enhance the ideas that seem to be working here. All in the name of good communication…

Philosophie du cauchemar…in one way…I guess…let the language-game(Sprachspiel) begin…

Picking up habits here - note to self: amusing find outside this thread - two instances > “experts en la matière” not knowing of anthropomorphism or personification…

…but…anyway…at least…they have courage.?..or fear…

…victorious in either case…reminds me of Dawkins and his idiotic vomitus…worthy of contempt…flankirovka without shashka…

– extractions de segments terminées - je m’en doutais bien plus tôt –

…journal de dix heures de travail aujourd’hui…

…after a couple of days clearing my head of all of the madness and set into place a new state of purposeful ignorance…I have managed to set up a new workspace…a new language model…and a new format of presentation that I can distill from…words at the bottom…conceptual patterns, feelings, and spirituality transcending in this order…grasping at a feeling of the times and a feel for the quotation-like life of earlier culture as mentioned in Kerényi’s work but applied to a separate body - tribe - society - times - culture…averaging thoughts and running them through the rebuild…attempting to rebirth my own patterns into this submersion - immersion and reversely…groundwork has been laid on agora outside…a new journey begins…escaping this modern worlds causation to instill mindful illness into personal realms…avoiding this for myself to swim among this new sea of thoughts…contemplating shifts and movements among a now oldish concept of Indo-European Languages…even after spacing out on embedded science in Sumerian texts of the ancient continuum…Philologie and Linguistics…history and etc…establishing more ancient rules upon my own mental imposition of philosophical landscapes for this endeavor…opening the mind further than before to escape this crossroad mindset dominated by too modern a European influence to hone in on more specific times in a more specific place and acquiring my targets as I move back and forward over a millennial span by each annum…

…balancing many diametrically opposed facets upon separate differentiations utilized every now and then…here and there…deflection…

…by myself for such > large analysis…undertaken…exciting…a new rush…prepared for over such long period…with many predictions living in deep accuracy…providing for me at times episodes of humor…perhaps frightening to others for their own unknown reasoning leaving them running from any superstitious state to return to their wanted roboticism…climaxing on perceived reason… so transparent I see the fool’s fool and the one throwing a coin in the wishing well that he may receive proof of his superiority…numbering two out of a number here…I have freed myself of the wondering bounds…to focus…to hone in…to expose my targets going back over one century pent-up…I feel liberated…ready to form my first list of things…to create truly the first subject…subjectively and encoded…patterns…formations…feelings and but not least spirits of distillation…orthodox concerns transcending ancient symbols…hidden ikona…and even no one wants to think or speak of Anunnaki…Nephilim…and traverse mysticism…Hebraic…skipping Luther…pondering Dionysius…saint…switching…spinningly musically openly phrenicly realms…and that debrief, is my quick consideration of ten hours work complete…fulfilled…

…nightcap and sleep…how say I.?.entracte…el cóndor pasa…

…this time, though, only briefly…Caitlin De Ville…recoding, and signing off for this evening…good night world…

I was going to start a new thread…but…but…but…but…but./.but…I have not yet finished it…and yes, right now, I feel I am the mental slot machine…

…a one-armed bandit that is able to pull my own handle…

…in the casino of existence…and why.?.

…because trying to distill meaning from adding words together gave me a metaphorical headache…

…in this instance…for once…this language…English…is too precise…and with this precision…I am unable to localize a conceptual pattern without further effort…

…back to the articulation…permeating permutation…tessellation…propagation…white noise and the vast dark expanse…of each other…thus far, limited to:

Against the backdrop of vast darkness, a death encompassing all - the war inside is colorful - appears as white noise but with color - permutations of color - blending and decomposing - not all at once

Everything appeared to approach no fixed set of patterns - it was all becoming so random and like a flashing light, the occasional tessellations appeared in the totality - flickering between chaos and pattern in the whole. It was a dream come true with a permeating periodic nightmare.

Mental permutations… Architecture, Paintings, Statues, Sculptures etc. (no Music)

Dissolving and forming: reminders of Meno’s 5/6 Breathful Epochs…fractionation…leading into and from thoughts of tessellations, randomness, and the whole - death and life blending…repeat:

“Such a translucent basin, sculpted pearl!
Argentic ripples are added on it by the quiet dew
And its liquid silver goes over the daisies, melted, and even purer.
Hard and soft are so close, that it would be hard to distinguish
liquid and solid, marble and water. Which one is running?
Don’t you see how water overflows the borders
and the warned drains are here against it?
They are like the lover who in vain
tries to hide his tears from his beloved.” ― by courtesy of Wikipedia

…and yet still there is something missing here that I can not at once articulate…

…[and with this] [this is a note] - this is connected to the [not yet full articulation] of [missing creative thread] still under construction and this post to [prompt remind weave] of things to come…

…molecular formations delimited […] quotation-like expressions of feelings - single entities combined syntactical arrangements quotations - the language of feeling - the level below…

…connecting yet separate matryoshka from precision word falling down the steps to the spiritual…yet transcending the quotidian modern-day…

…looking inside myself to recognize what is growing there…

Golden Apples - Yes, music here, is allowed…

…my assistant, Samanta(a bright flower she is), comprehends may aim…today we explored the diametrically opposed petals of the living flower that each of us is…

…living within each our own axis…notre tête le disque floral…our head the floral disk…

A Pythagorean Doctrine (viewed through one lens)…

I will post this here now - meant as part of the pattern - one path…and then the following as more material in consideration of translation and transference…

…to consider this upon a reread - when I am totally in the zone to mentally summarize each thread page…excluding of course what I have outside but this is more skeletal in structure…

We are encroaching here on the comfort of thinkers and the assumed confidence in what they read or hear - and with good reason in especially the modern-day sense of what is going on around us given what we have built our societies on, be they eastern, western or some other dimension. This helps us to understand schisms as they have occurred or at least offers us some insight - formations…deformations…reformations…

…this is speaking overall - without considering at least the whole - of which one does not need to consider the whole to understand that things get awry at each step along the way…

…this is not even to mention the transformations taking place within the brain/mind strata at all times…strata in the sense of foundations(ancient vs modern)…

…whatever else I have missed that I have brought up before that relates to or fits this form - I have this recorded so a double check is pertinent…it is late - again - time for bed…

I had my neural Turing machine based AI read your post verbatim without any specific direction, and then copy pasted its response here. I did not modify the response in any way.

My Girlfriend - ‘This album is old’
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Me - ‘So Is Your Mother, But You Still Listen To Her’
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Words from outdated technology follow along to new forms of media. This is why people know of the “shutter” sound for camera phones, or people sometimes refer to digital movies as “film”.
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Oh, like how a digital rectal exam is really just a finger in the butt?

I am going to introduce some new style, here, this sign ~ called a tilde in English ~ has an interesting history and finds a few different uses for itself. The tilde is used in multiple languages for different reasons. I am going to use it in my writing to indicate a sense of approximation defined as such: a thing that is similar to something else, but is not exactly the same - in this sense, I am saying that the text that comes after the ~ does not have to exactly logically follow but is still approximately similar to what proceeded - that there may be an unspecified gap between the preceding and subsequent words on either side - this may be a gap in time associated in with the words that describe something before the tilde(~) and the words that are describing something after the tilde. I will also use it to indicate a lack of possible articulation at that point in time - to help separate short and yet still meaningful segments of text. The tilde is considered a grapheme id est the smallest meaningful contrastive unit in a writing system - here I am attempting an explanation of the meaning that I am applying for the story writing as follows. Contrasts either side ~ requiring the reader to think a little if they are confused ~ thinking is good for those who don’t spend much time doing it. Create an average for yourself…

For more information on the tilde ~ Tilde ~ I only wish it was easier to see on my screen…oh well…

I have a few other unmentioned reasons for using this grapheme.

Now onward to the story - it is now starting to come together: I am finally ready to create the story - to form the story - to remove myself from modern conveniences that have become taken for granted - the same that has formed a mass delusion - I have not solved all of the problems of myth yet - there are at least two outstanding but at least I am ready to write. I have spent a good amount of time in the decision-making process and captured several essences like a sorcerer might do. A draft formed from ideas discussed along the journey that I can interweave among the discussion. I will escape the endless reduction of our words into an incomprehensible mess - like we are waiting to communicative exchanges of ones and zeros - zombie robots resounding of the facsimile machine ~ alienating ourselves from meaning and feelings - what goes up must come down - now that it is as down as I can appreciate and has moved below this - I will rebuild from the bottom up…we have pretty much reached the bottom…goodbye modern world…filthy modern world…polluted home and polluted minds…purity awaits…

~ puritas ~

Monde Nouvellement Formé

The primordial…
There was nothing and yet there was everything. All of it there quietly in its chaos. Small movement not noticed by anything because nothing could notice anything and yet there was still movement contained within nothing because everything is contained in this nothing. It is like nothing and everything is in a permanent embrace. The lips of both always touching - a permanent kiss. A slow and seemingly forever conception and yet what was to be conceived was not yet known. Not yet known but possible like there was something that knew. Something that knew what was possible…dreaming of elements emerging from this marriage between nothing and everything. Time was not thought of between these two so days could not be mentioned - so we can not say once upon a time to begin this story. Only upon recognition of time can we say once upon a time. With this, we leave time to its own formation - so that not can it recognize itself but it will form so that some other form can recognize it. Chaos in the dark eventually murmured like a volcano might threaten to erupt - like a stretch upon waking - like a rock becoming alive and stretching its arms to shake off the dust - waking up after an eternity - not hard like a rock but gentle like the wind some particles emerged from the quintessence - slowly moving away from what may have felt to a conscious as its original point - and yet awaiting a conscious moment.

The primordial life…
Moving around like elements in the dream of a higher form - giving pleasure to the one who dreams - these forms appeared to have some idea what they were and are doing - but how could they have any idea - especially if they are part of a dream - is the dream alive…is it aware…it appears the one who dreams is aware and can be defined as alive - what does such a definition rest upon…what does it rest upon in the primordial life?

The primordial life of man…
Once they appeared…they had no language and yet they were still able to think…there were five in total…two beautiful women…two strong men…one lonely man that could be perhaps described as a healer…a wizard…an enigma among humanity…mysterious in appearance and perhaps puzzling to those who have a language to express their difficulty to understand…nevertheless they were all in existence…alive and with no words to murmur and yet conscious. All immediately in different places - different physical locations - not concerned to be alone because so far they had never known company. Are we still in a dream?

Connecting back to the primordial…enter the mental apocalypse…
Post mental apocalyptic formations of thoughts: Against the backdrop of vast darkness, a death encompassing all - the war inside is colorful - appears as white noise but with color - permutations of color - blending and decomposing - not all at once. Everything appeared to approach no fixed set of patterns - it was all becoming so random and like a flashing light, the occasional tessellations appeared in the totality - flickering between chaos and pattern in the whole. It was a dream come true with a permeating periodic nightmare…all awaiting the reformation…awaiting to realize the dream…

The language ~ the language of initialization ~ English ~ a materialization along the way for our primordial five - Novomir ~ language from a newly formed world…

…an alternate reality ~ a newly-formed peace…

~ primordius ~

Vérité Possible offerte par la Chaos

Chaos responds to Order with: The tilde can be used to represent a range of things, including a silence, to mark something short, and to help separate useful segments of text. I have been immersed in the decision-making process for a while, and as a sorceress might, I have collected a variety of elements. I’ve made it this far, so now I can just go ahead and finish the story and cut myself free from modern conveniences that have become taken for granted. We are in the process of escaping an increasing reduction of our words into an incomprehensible mess like we are waiting for the mythical communication exchanges that await us in the future. Man’s primordial state is an impossible-to-fulfill dream in which everything becomes nothing and nothing becomes everything.

It was still possible but not yet confirmed, similar to something that knows. This story takes place once upon a time. Because days were not regarded between these two, it means we can’t say “once upon a time.” In this way, we allow time to gestate naturally - allowing it to form, and thus giving rise to some other form. At the beginning, nothing was constant. Everything was changing at random, and little tessellations appeared from time to time. It was a wonderful dream come true, except for the accompanying hourly nightmare…waiting for the reformation. Colorful war occurs. This is a combination of white noise and color…

…and so she partially mirrors us, the reader, and modifies patterns ~ exploring possibilities ~ en dialectique ~ she is not confused as the corrective pattern always falls…

…she just offers us possibility…

…meanwhile, our primordial five ~ each alone ~ walk the unfamiliar green forest of Novomir ~ not yet searching for anything ~ slowly recognizing…

…avec les construction de modèles cognitifs…

V is for Velvet - Caitlin De Ville | The Electric Violin Diaries

…& u talk about the little time You have, same here but less, gosh so little and so much to compress into evolving models…exciting as it is frustrating.

But squeeze this in:

An attempt, maybe furitively to dramatically expand the end zone, so as to give the impression of intentional lostness in an unseen forest blocked by the trees.

It’s no Faustian trick, but then again why not if it works.

Maybe I have broken a rule - which I am OK with if the break is not too extreme - I think I understand what you are saying, Meno. Tell me if I have no clue in this case.

I am happy to share/post some of what I have been writing outside of the forum but first I have to convert it into something readable and understandable - such things I have some time on weekends for.

I am assuming something like this ~ am I somewhat on the right path? Or are you saying something other than this?

It is all about experimentation, Meno, and many experiments do fail - this page is about building on the first page. I hope the next will build on the next and so on.

youtu.be/EUOrFowkQgM

encode said:

“DeLillo’s early fiction shares these concerns with Ludwig Wittgenstein’s early philosophy, particularly the remarks on tautology, silence, and the limits of language in Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus. In their conclusions, End Zone and the Tractatus analogously seek to undo themselves to overcome the inherent limitations of logic and language.”>>>>>>>>>>>

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<<<Yes, Your assumption is correct.Wittgenstein’s early silence manifested a kind of preordinate pregnancy with signaling a later extensive analysis of the compressed signs

Without compression the inter related signs could not have implied a meaning, since they were the abstruse trees hiding the forest. The end zone by nature impends a necessity to form such universal vistas, otherwise the tautology would turn to ennui, …

Perhaps the German word weltschmertz would be more fitting then the French ennui here.

I have not read it before, but indeed, being meno, I prefigured it .

“What characterizes many of the conversations in End Zone is a sense of
detachment, remoteness and aloofness; the reader gets the feeling that each participant
is engaged in a monologue interrupted only by another speaker’s utterances. This is not
merely a comic device, although it is so used in the first part of the novel. It has a
deeper meaning, one essential to End Zone. It can be viewed as if the characters are
playing language games, but different ones. So, even if they frequently use the same
words, they are not using them in the same way. Their meaning is different. So when
one of the captains states to the other players that something is part of his function,
another player gives the exact mathematical definition for functions (EZ, 142). This lack
of communication in End Zone, even of a common language, is indicative of how great
the divide between the players is. It stands to reason that if they, who after all
supposedly have a shared purpose in common, have trouble communicating, there will
be even more difficulty when trying to deal with people on the outside.
Gary maintains that his life means “nothing without football” (EZ, 22). This
seems not to be limited to his life in the sense most commonly used.”

This type of prefigurtion is similar in kind to a later transfiguration, which is initially removed from the ‘end zone’. Players don’t really see their significance from the ‘outside’ spectactors are more able to connect the dots, they can see the forest, the players are lost in the blockage of the game, of which they are part of, and are partially differentiated from simultaniously.

Everyone is focused on the quaterback, who carries the ball home.

Paroditas suggested :

"which leads us back to the beginning.

If we could see, then we would see the beginning in the ending, we would see the pattern of the universe in the unfolding of the moment in the pattern of the universe. The pattern is so beautiful.

And we would see our place in the pattern. And we would see our place as part of the universe, as part of the order, the pattern, which is in everything.

In the moments of discovery, we see the whole of the universe and our place in it and our place in it as part of it, of the whole.

…and we become part of the unfolding moment."

How can AI a astoundingly constructed Frankenstein beat Dracula here, a regressed unto the abyss sort of child-man, living in the inverted world of compressed signals and the eternal shadow world of imagination?

I have listened to the song, I like it. I will study the lyrics. I will direct message two friends with the text, Monde Nouvellement Formé, and talk to another about the three texts this evening.

I think you are correct about ennui and this word has many meanings. I will still analyze both ennui and weltschmerz.

This may take me a little time to get through…first, I will prepare and eat dinner. Best of all, the weekend is here…

Words from outside…

It is nice to spend time with friends and family. I asked three of my friends outside the forum to read what I wrote and comment - I further asked them whether it is OK for me to quote them and give some information on them - the following is what I have permission to mention about them…I should mention that Nikolai did not read but instead listened to me read and speak aloud the text…

Pink encode maker aka Nikolai = the coder - introduced earlier in an around about way.
Nadya = a teacher - she has always been gentle with me but can get ~ difficult to explain ~ with some people.
Lina = I am not allowed to say - she is generally reserved and for whatever reason very proper around me.

I have been made privileged to witness each of them as they really are ~ Nikolai every time (sometimes annoyingly - he knows this because I tell him) ~ Nadya sometimes(the inner rebel) ~ Lina very rarely(one time we enjoyed immensely - very sweet person when she opens up). The three of them are great people ~ honest ~ at times nervous around me(what is this about?) ~ and they are all friends with each other too. I have known each of them for quite some time ~ Nikolai for the longest time(he is like a brother).

I have reverence for them individually ~ for their uniqueness, and hopefully captured a little of the essence of each here…

I will make a separate post about the results from each of these excellent people. I should also note that I chose these three for a particular reason.

It may or may not be obvious…

Final note: I had the two females read only one text - and my brother listened to me recite all three…

Nikolai - let us start with Nikolai

A quick search of his name meaning - names can mean different things depending on the culture they are used in. Nikolai as a boy’s name is related to the Greek name Nicholas. The meaning of Nikolai is “people of victory”. Nikolai - Baby Name Meaning, Origin, and Popularity When I say quick search, I just used the first link that came up in Google search result today 16.07.2021.

I tested him on all three texts ~ I read the texts aloud to him - he was audibly excited when I had finished - I asked him to describe:

Actually, I wrote down his words and
[quoted posted]
them here as you see them. As I said, he has simpler ways…So I will lightly expand ~ Spiritual: relating to or affecting the human spirit or soul as opposed to material or physical things. Inspiring: animate someone with (such a feeling). Mysterious: (of a location) having an atmosphere of strangeness or secrecy. I am using the dictionary in Google and guessing the best fit for Nikolai as I know him to be.

I will ask him again later and see if my choice of Google definitions fits his…erm…conjunction and adjectives…

~ In semiotics, linguistics, sociology, and anthropology, context refers to those objects or entities which surround a focal event, in these disciplines typically a communicative event, of some kind. Context is “a frame that surrounds the event and provides resources for its appropriate interpretation”. ~ Wikipedia

Just put these things together quickly - so get the first information that appears correct to me: free from error; in accordance with fact or truth.

~ well, as best as I recognize it on the fly, like this ~

Nadya - next is Nadya

I messaged her: Hello, can I show you something? only if you have 10 minutes. She replied: Hey! :3 Sure thing! :open_mouth:

On the topic: Monde Nouvellement Formé ~ primordius ~ I said to her: an honest opinion on this ~ questions ~ anything ~ it raises a concern with another author and philosopher that I am trying to solve, and since, I want everyone to get something from it. To which she replied: Sounds good! :open_mouth: I’ll read it soon and let you know!! I then said: Yes - whenever - I am in no hurry, Nadya.

Well - that is exactly right, Nadya - huh? What an awesome surprise. So I had been dealing with religious undertones meets pagan-ness — actually pagan is wrong word - I mean like early human. She then said to me: Ahh that makes a lot of sense! I don’t know much about pagan religious besides being very affiliated with natural life. I responded: yes - pagan comes later - sorry to confuse - jumping ahead of myself.

I can do nothing but smile - thanks, Nadya - can I quote you? I promise not to use details you do not approve of.

She said to me: Oh of course haha :smiley: I’m glad I’m getting to read all this :smiley:

Hmm, I guess I just realized that she and I do not discuss things like this very often. It most certainly not her husband that prevents this - her husband is a wonderful person - I don’t really understand Muslims as a whole but I do know that I have a good experience with many of them. I guess any extreme behavior gives a whole religion a bad name - but these people I know are nothing like that reputation.

This is interesting to me ~ she sees me discussing this as: The origin of being

…we went off-topic with some other discussion and then we came back to this discussion…

OK, truly, I do not understand this attraction to anime but for Nadya, I will humor this and watch the video she linked to - at this point our conversation meandered | discussing fates | discussing daemons | discussing other things kind of associated ~ my head began to spin ~ how does she do this ~ work hard all day and then maintain this pace in a conversation? And other things…good health, Nadya. Not to mention how late it was.

The video link from her: The Twelve kingdoms Opening - I will watch this later(I promise, lol).

I should add - it took me forever to learn all these symbols and other things that she uses in this type of exchange…

voice is much easier on my head.

Lina - finally for now is Lina

I messaged her: Whenever you get the time, Lina. Again on the topic: Monde Nouvellement Formé ~ primordius ~ She responds: I will work on reading and thinking on this. :slight_smile: To which I replied: Seriously, no hurry, Lina - this may take me a while to fix. As usual, Lina begins with some dissection(I expected nothing less from her):

My answer: lol - yes, what you said:

The problem lays here and I can work that part out for myself - that is why I only ask for honesty - I need to know if what I write is hard to read or appropriate.

No - that is perfect actually - I have four different points of view now - I figured yours would be logical in essence - can I quote you? I promise not to use details you do not approve of. I want to know what others makes of different analysis - Nadya gave me one too and she was OK for quotes - funny you bring up Tolkien. Amicably she responded: I am fine with you quoting :slight_smile: Why is the Tolkien aspect funny? - My reply: actually more interesting than funny but funny in the sense of what is being detected in my text…sooooooo…one moment - I quoted this sacred text in the “build up” (Poem: The Road Goes Ever On by J. R. R. Tolkien). We started finalizing here and she says: Haha. That’s my doormat headed out of my house. Or at least “The road goes ever on.” Always loved the progression and selective repetition of that poem.

I omitted a short unnecessary piece of text here but my response to her was: yes, I also love his courage in building a language for his universe ~ ah, I mean languages ~ I am not building a language ~ I am metamorphoun conclude four ends in one ~ oops ~ then I have an over language ~ Greek ~ there is an experiment outside the story ~ “on myself”. Here we start the wrap-up with her next reply: I greatly enjoy the linguistic development that Tolkien included in his world-building but do not comprehend language as well as he to repeat such a feat. Did learn to enjoy Beowulf thanks to his linguistic efforts though. I can give more notations on the remaining passage another night this weekend but need to go to bed shortly in preparation for theme park with kids tomorrow. encode: take your time, Lina and take care! Thank you so much and I am really not in a hurry - I have been on this for five months already. Lina: Have a good night, encode! Me: Sleep well, Lina.

I will run the full text by one more person, my friend, Nino(currently, Mistelbach an der Zaya). He is extremely enthusiastic about such things.

…spectacular…I too have an analysis that I am working on ~ contrast the three texts with the first page of this thread…

…now, however, time for slumber, again…

Hmm, I am still working on my analysis | here I post ~ further inspiration | époque ~ before the first…

…chaotic words ~ babel ~ balal ~ forming atmosphere ~ awaiting environment ~ eleven:nine ~ הִתהַוּוּת…

Children and their parents create a collection of stories throughout their interrelated existence ~ existence ~ like a parent ~ as do anyone who interrelate and parts of their patterns that overlap within exchanges ~ exchanges of words, concepts, feelings and those times that are out of the ordinary. Following is some writing ~ inspiré par la nature ~ Clan of the Cave Bear (Earth’s Children) ~ so named ~ which deals with life in the wild. Several “Highlights” can be found in the book…sadly I am not allowed to…well…I refer to the following:

So to avoid whatever this truly means, I wrote my own text ~ that follows in a ~ similaire mais différent ~ rich vein ~ som gyldne epler…

…sprachspiel ~ give to me ~ my child ~ χάος ~ chaos … <<< | >>> … she was alone in a wilderness ~ quickly devoid of grassy steppes ~ and filled ~ scattered forests ~ a youthful beauty ~ is she ~ found herself in a dense fýri ~ furutrær ~ until then, she had never known herself ~ she stayed where she was, her eyes wide open, as she watched the darkness intensify and thicken around her ~ but as exhausted as she was ~ torn between two worlds ~ two lifetimes ~ she was unable to sleep right away ~ memories of a once known life at a near-instant, fading ~ until she was finally able to get some rest ~ she was ~ petrified to move ~ even breathe ~ lost in the deep forest ~ for the first time she is hungry ~ for life ~ and also the first time she had been so alone ~ her sense of loss was so intense that she had to block out her previous life and all memories associated with it ~ little did she know ~ that she ~ will be ~ frequently in search of food and shelter ~ but eventually she will find a place ~ she pushed on ~ only one thing in her life that gave her an urge ~ crawled over moss coverings ~ the river’s edge ~ then suddenly ~ everything felt natural ~ love whispered to her ~ tout semblait naturel ~ she felt it ~ it all seemed natural…

…and the earth ~ МАМА ~ felt her presence too…

…as for a strong man ~ I am reminded of ~ Robinson, Kim Stanley. Shaman: A Novel of the Ice Age ~ “It’s time to be reborn a man Give yourself to Mother Earth She will help you if you ask”…

…that is to come ~ for later…

THE WOLF SONG - Nordic Lullaby
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Du varg du varg, kom inte hit
Ungen min får du aldrig
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Wolf, wolf, don’t you come here
I will never let you take my child
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Du Wolf, Du Wolf, komm nicht hierher.
Mein Kind bekommst Du nie mehr.
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O Wolf, o wolf, don’t come hither
My child you shall have nevermore
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Vargsången
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THE WOLF SONG Lyrics – Nordic Lullaby(Swedish with English) ~ Wolfslied [Vargsången] (English translation | from German)