Hiroshima mon amour

Okay, that is your perception of the story. Of course, the two perspectives are necessary, but surely their involvement was with each other, and the complications were the past they were carrying around with them like a burden they were trying to hide.

He fought in an imperialistic war of oppression and came back to find his entire family had perished, whereas he, a perpetrator, had survived.

She had fallen in love with a member of the hated occupying forces, seen him die, and was then attacked by the mob, who made her suffer public humiliation.

Intending to make an anti-war film, she thinks that her experience of witnessing the aftermath of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima gives her an understanding, which also draws from her experience of her fraternisation with the enemy. He criticises her for being presumptive, saying she knows nothing of what he is trying to put behind him – to forget.

She decides that despite their spontaneous intimacy and the connection with the dying throes of the man she loved that she sees in his twitching whilst dreaming, she must put him behind her. She must now forget him, which is mixed up with trying to forget the German soldier.

That is why she calls him Hiroshima, and he calls her Nevers. They are what they want to forget.

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Yes , Bob, that analysis is real, as that formed out of a description of the chaos, futility of the reductive kind where she can say live becomes an obsessive need to bring forth the persistence of a flower overcoming the gross chaos that it is able to rise from- pretty much analogous to the Lotus Fliwer mired in dirt yet, brought into a mandala type tying yang, an iribourus a snake eating it’s own head, that with which can think , the kundalini that rises above by devouring it’s own existence to reaffirm the eternal fated being which predicted before in cavernous caves of the mist hidden and unfathomable complexity.

He must die, and he wants to reborn masked by the hope that generations include him in the state of a higher knowledge he feels capable of.

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No wonder that such presumptive argument can extend Plotinus to Augustine, to Leibnitz and categorically closed by Kant, only realized and divided by Hegel, then reabsorbed by Marx to cause so much confusion, which at last becomes both spiritually and materially pressing, so as to refocus the answer to absolve guilt by means other than direct, in a field of reabstraction , devolution to lobotomies memory.
There are a few who feel obliged to be honest about it at the risk of solitude and recompense,
They depersonalize not as a form of self willing personhood, a sign a last man as Superman would exhibit, but an anti heroic anti-curious, devouring his own head.

“ She decides that despite their spontaneous intimacy and the connection with the dying throes of the man she loved that she sees in his twitching whilst dreaming, she must put him behind her. She must now forget him, which is mixed up with trying to forget the German soldier.@

Sure but can she forget him? Forgetting is a denial like conflict to a war. It creates a ‘Hamlet effect’ where the supression of both, gives birth to the question was Hamlet really crazy, or did he act that way to get out of a very narrow situation where the sins of his father imprisoned him in a maiden’s iron cage, so that it was just past along to his son, whereby to let him figure it out.

Plus did not such immediate doubt, and maybe it was an intentional politically planted doubt, so that absolution in the universal, political meaning of a consequent nihil could be justified as the only recourse available, on basis of accountability, where victimhood was not sought either by him or his father?

In addition she is an actress , well tuned to play many parts, her cutting him off may have not been a sincere effort on her part, leaving the odd feeling that she used him in order to dissipate the excess emotionally accumulated energy left stunted , and the other to save her real self between takes.

But all that’s behind soon, all the shopping presents for friends back home, all the keen anxious searches for new things, the social anxieties, the phobias of fast movement that blurs objects into melting images, as a continua of connections of pointillistic meanings seeking sources of lit perimeters around seen and unseen tools,the lowering and the elevations that flight imposes on original ventures to rise above the fears of psychic materials effect on the materials of the apparent.

Such effects do exist and even exchange qualitatively, but psychic energy does exist fact that they can be measured.

Most people thinking such and thinking of such interchange as substantially formative, to make an appreciable difference , but in fact as technology progresses with predictable minimal effect that the psychic effect, can actually change the course the progression of a deviation between man and machine will change the ratio that for example a human body mass will lose, when death removes some psychic energy, has been proved to be constant and suggests that subtlety that very minute change in mass-weight of body mass, could be attributed to the astounding , effect that what can be described as ‘consciousness’ ‘ghost’ psi phenomena, as a content of a sum of all of the content of man’s overall life experience, is an standing fact.

If such is a way to interpret this relationship between weight and mass, it would place Newton’s demonstration in a linear description in line with the incremental rise of the relative demonstration of how many worlds may interact in a universal aggregate.

For instance, weightlessness in a moving austronaut filled space capsule, may show different gravity systems escape velocities, where they can overcome the gravity that pulls them down toward the launch pad, and before landing on the moon, they go through various degrees of mass weight, before landing on the moon, where their mass will loose weight according to the relatively smaller mass of the moon.

Psychic energy may behave in a similar manner, where a ‘ghost’ in a machine that could describe the body, after that matter we call conscious and subconscious totality of whole life experiences, that leave that ‘machine’ behind, some kind of subtle energy, which either disintegrates or holds together as ‘it’ ventures out into a hidden space, analogous as the one Austrians go forthwith, that can be seen, felt and measured,

Added, on a fluke:

They were both dealing as if obsessed with repression, Hiroshima and

Never, she said was not a place she wants to go back to, I guess more then just her heart was broken. Her containment in a cold place, showed this, although that part of the film could not be shown.

She was hard wired to resist really understanding that her involvement in the political implications of oppression, a very long standing dynamic behind colonialism an index of feudalism, has intruded it’s ugly head into the orient, where de-facto slavery has outlived it’s usefulness since the passage of the ancien regime.

So Hiroshima was the tripod of a three way split, much against the optimism set up by a rainbow’s promise from times of old.

Both were hard wired, and it is the ‘innocence of intrusion of western ideas which upset the delicate balance that exploded the symbol of hegemony at the time in 1945 when little boy played havoc with it’s interesting newly found toy.

Little boy2

To 3 .

Going back to Hiroshima, maybe get there, in a few days, dunno, will duly send pics, last year was going to go but ran out of steam, hoping for some openings, some awakenings some closures.

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Here I broke a little down, here for Shirley-for her ,

And plan to describe her in ways while this comes to mind from ‘Lonesome Traveler’ by Jack Kerouac.

“Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize ‘The stars are words’ and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”

                                ― Jack Kerouac, quote from ‘Lonely Traveler’

On the road to Hiroshima, day 1

After which mount where Nichiren rests. Manubu, seeking vibes, hope overnight stay.

… maybe some kind of reconfirmation, don’t know but one thing certain : out of the 3 flows, this one proves without doubt the mechanics of 1 differing toward the future further resolve to stay the track

Start here

Lover of treachery. I’m gonna pass.

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… for that reason I wrote conditionally perhaps with some resource, never trace back to source , even if there may be a whisp of linkage, but never an associated review

Heck dunno really, but then what’s with me no, not triangleating it?

And if so why, never really know say more then 1% up and down.

Plus, Christ(vanity) and the lottery s, are not further apart if, the question of the latter st sea scrolls are not to be excluded along with Saint John’s version, and even the great schism alluded to such strictly Catholic ostracism , whereas Pope Francis considered before caving in.

By shall I go on with this or should I pass, while still ahead or behind marginally?

Even though the ‘miracle’ is still up in the air,l, at least conditionally, unless things took a drastic Turn since then.?.

No idea what you mean. Have you prayed about it?

Both, prayed and chanted, can we go back and test it otherwise than consider it a set of miraculously reverberated resonant appearances, otherwise prophetically founded descriptions?

The Sources avail only through such emanations, and an anomalous singularity at its basic presumed foundation to construct its architecture ?

The Desciples did the groundwork, except a few who were not satisfied by proof, almost against all doubt.

No idea what you mean.

You can’t repeat history in a lab.

Don’t ask me about every sustained moment.

I just live here.

Again agreed conditionally, but then how bout if

God did noe ‘exist’ He’d have to be invented?

Had to or we don’t exist.

There has to be something always. Something that is not subject to time.

This whole thing “started” complete.

Love (self=other) is not love without demonstration, and love is always love.

We don’t do it for love, we do it from love.

A car does not operate for gas, but from gas.

Pedal to the metal, Meno.

Sure, fearlessly, notwithstanding, but then how bout: