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This morning,to continue, I retract to abracadabra and I don’t know how it feeds back to karmic retribution, but I wonder how did that occur to my mind?
This at least for me is an essential continuous perceptively accumulated sum of facts , the sum total kept under wraps as hopeful zero sum function.
That is why perhaps the eye, Sartre’s peculiarly, have had such definitive impression
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Leave that now as a point in this evolving hologram, to point to the next fold that seems to have been so near an undoing of all that came before as consciously realized; that is the cubism within the pointillism, the fragments at times jagged edged,
Piece them together, oh do try as the puzzles which are but sad imitations, (name them)
anyway it will come to me(know) it’s the hard driven schlock filled area that artistically automatically folds it’sel up , so as to fulfilled Iron maiden desires.
That Saurat preceded Dali there is no doubt, even as that maiden, call it Shirley why not,
And why the hack try to google that, when it will come up anyway?
It will, assuredly.
Let’s see
Not to ignore:
Saturated lived and became bright as the wonder of later stages succeeding Monet and others who tried to impress themselves prior to others, and in some case knowing their public accents would turn out to be posthumous.
So.
The point being made here by them being in the school that impresses, carried abstraction from mild to more blatant disassociation of elemental structure, revision needed an appeasement to those who sought more tangible proof, abstractly re-presented to fill hungry gullets for more ‘substantial’ demonstrations of visibility.
So much for the expressions of increasingly abstract , disjointed parts, some parts relegated even to the depths of the absolutely near, where holograms loose their edge, the point of which describes that of a famous French philosopher who view body and machines indiscriminately.
Recall, is recall is re-call.(weather It will or even listen in, and come up ; with an answer that It appearently disregards, disregarding This, implicitly or overtly (and/or) <><><> ( though) here, even IT becoming an absolute hyperbolic one to absurdity,
IT can not afford any other choice but living in IT while recalling it in a minute’s notice. No, maybe a millisecond may best describe the imminent Cut, that transcendence has to suffer through.
And then here comes Salvador’s Doll ; she was his backbone apparently without whom all would have been eclipsed for him, and time in the bottle would have dissolved the container within which the message was held, and all over the world, clicks would have dissolved in the desert (ed) SON. Nono don’t , can not , could not do that , which is an irony, because He had to you see, he had to be deserted cause how else could they all have been able to develop a conscience?
A God-Man is a prerequisite to religion 101 they say, and the mean, the middle has to remain nil, a skated clean wipe, a swipe to ordinance, so 2 impress, and where in hell is decode?
Again strictly sketch for those not into the cliche: be ware who hear enter,
SKETCH 13
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abracadabra
Ichthus77 (formerly She™)Ichthus77
yes?
Odd.,pss:probably
or
not?
or, and
that simple (yes/no)
Double edged at the virtual end
Of a world beset with doubt reset
Note: not at all scary it’s just a nominal transative
It’s like a Deja vue remember when my undergrad prof came to my table in the student union during lunch I was sitting by myself and without adue says of this seemingly impenetrable question at the time ( some kind of naturalistic fallacy) that which is it ‘What IS or What IT SHOULD BE’ I don’t know I answered something, but his parting words were don’t worry it will all fill in, he got another job at at Rensselaer or somewhere , he was Indian, I wish I could remember more
Anyway that’s been a while that is why I couldn’t help holding my breath of my position here for more then a decade, and consider now admittedly a combination of what Tennesse Williams seemed to imply when he says;
“Don’t quite remember what he said, so here another video:
Course that was then and now is now, and for so many reasons my gratitude to Nichiren is eternally immeasurable, and proves that me know that me know has never been about Mimi or meme.
(Mimi was an old flame buried in archaic turns (Turn) in the Heideggerian sense but not through usage of the term
I can’t write anything tonight, although I pressed ‘reply’ and must fill in something I feel. Been playing internet chess, sure that it was a mid level computer that winning over a few times after play gave such triumphant feeling, that I dared to go against I believe is a supercomputer, and it’s called ‘pincer’ as fitting symbol for a brain that is said to seeep the opponent down toward the first sign of a textbook move iduting the opening. I feel a tiny bit the opponent of IBM’s ‘Deep Blue’ could have felt, a microcosm of it.
Inter mission
The turn, the bends , the depth, the household, the book, Gary, the teach, (that said) ‘this great composer was afraid of analysis, lest he transfers the energy beneath the dynamic that the muse may resent as and mistake it for vanity)
The dream, the miracle, the reality, the cabaret, Joel, life is, they may think of, the intra-version,
Polanyi and others, diamond as big as a block, White House, who wrote it, name of poet, sad, but and freaky, especially the one of sinking elevators in mid manhattan skyscrapers , no , detour, wrong turn,
Cut
The bends for sure, heart something
Yes heart crane ok
Inter mission
Simplify
From recollections, keys by the key to the blade of simplification whose name remembered not- nor anything as the virtual part takes and overcomes, the double edged sword
Sword , blade
No dire need to remember, after all that is the purpose and the reason of for the outgrowth of virtual reality: vis: the assurance of recollection
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The void of the mean the average
That:
Internalization
Not so easy or fast
As the mean average empties out, the interjected nil
As the emptiness of baby smiles shifts to center stage,
The triangle points down
Toward that point
The child in the manger, as an instututiin, inversely proportional to the requirements to keep it going
Nothing new, this has been said before by the old Russian bear
Echos from Siberia
No that energy, that power to shift such emptiness in the mundane emptiness within dreams’
Childhood, (a lot to reassemble,
Where did it go?
Where did IT shift from the void whence it came from childhood’s manger?
The dynamic proceeds between identifying projections with introjections which produce a needed hope for an internalized equilibrium, a hoped for state, which can configure without explicit reliance on demonstrated patterns of cohesion.
That leans on the question of the relationship between the perceived fractural constructions that can be conformed functionally and included in the reassamblage or, unconfirmedly sifted through a recurrent digital calculus?
The ground of an unconfirmed formal construction, perceived as such, can not internalize a state of ontogenetical clean slate/state, hence it is recycled toward more objective, schematically more thinly layered steps, hence congruently filling in such requirements, by means of technical necessity.
The effect then converges on the affective, in recalling the hypothetical modes starting with the most proximal near, and proceeding to the less and less , and in the proximity to that loosing more and more utility.
Such call to the most distant Objectivity, develops an exerated phenomenal expectation of such developing Object, that maintains an increasing wish, to be fulfilled through alternate means of communication, resulting in many unexpected forms of communication between levels of interpretation.
These many levels are then repressed as unconscious manifestations, and as this process nears critical levels, unexplained phenomena may appear.
Some interpret them in near miracle modes of apprehension, whereas it merely is forged as a ‘synthesis’ described by inverted variables forming the figure of an inverted triangle
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The above is purely descriptive , derived from a flow of ‘sense-data’an idea still contested, and some charge it is an idea supported by a multiplicity of many pictures, rather then the picture in a conceivable reconstructed meaningful while, could manifest a reconformation of abstracted elements.
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The paradox consists within, as a necessary tool that is imposed virtually as a sine qua non
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How this becomes possible is near miraculous.
Intermission ends, mission impossible , submission expurgurated
non nihil obstat
Sketch14
Scene1
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Paul bowls like Dali had a woman indispensable
Except in the case of bowls it was his wife who had , no dispensation
Because:
That’s where real love is hidden
In the Lotus flower
…the Lotus flower ‘floats’ in gentle harmony, yet fed on putrid and murky waters of dirt and grime
Tangier is North Africa, the place of Ricks Bar
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Errata🥹
No, whatever I tried to edit , was right after all, Caresse Crosby was not the one who died in chaotic means in a a institutional fire, it was the wife of Fitzgerald of Great Gatsby fame , I get them mixed up because both lived in similar situations.
…and me , me , me ?
Know the difference?
I think I do, and that is why disillusion not an option.
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“Know the difference?”
It’s like this, to go along with the idea of a day and night/ oblivion during night, and death being constant oblivion for ever,(whatever ‘ever’ means
What does it mean?
ever after for starters , but than after what comes up- so that if that question can’t be answered, the ‘what’ -before knowing that difference, then a review is necessary to recollect what that was.
Therefore such review becomes necessary with a recall, and proves that the point of the difference is that one never really knows the difference , because the image , the look, comes before the the how to express it takes over.
How do you express that without imagining that the Other(s) get the same or similar picture?
Not until a camera is put into play