This poetically imprecise wording (as lovely as the idea you’re trying to point to truly is) opens itself up to some really terrible interpretations.
Long version: Every self/other is an other/self to another self.
That game of setting the pieces up to play scrabble, is before and beyond the game of unscrambling me from you, and some genie proved it by supposing god doesn’t play with marbles.
Time is truly in a bottle cast away somewhere far out .
Ichthus.
I have demonic powers. I know how they work.
There exist pan telepaths who read sublingual thoughts. It’s the way people are judged in a non invasive way.
I can remote control this whole world if I wanted…
But I’m being watched.
Someday you’ll understand.
Ichthus
There really are demons out there, some appear as angels, then conversely, but does anyone believe that only kids can tell them apart, the emperor from his clothes? Or does it really matter any more, and folks have given up on the difference?
I’m not really categorizable. I’m a super demon who doesn’t condemn others.
My empowerments aside.
I’m just trying to get through my day like all of you.
I’ll tell you something else. You have the option to dwell in my spirit, just like I have the option to dwell in yours.
I don’t look like much, but my feedback from others is that I’m a lot of fun.
LOL
You’re proving his point. Seems like you’re having fun
Yes, fun in believing the butterfly effect/affect of the absolute need for it (fun) to avoid a calamity, or even a catastrophy.
Moral: every little bit helps
Yeah. Not a big fan of those hell realms/limitations.
That’s called a lack of relaxation.
It’s my training. Best in existence. I exceeded my own teachers.
I’ll tell you a funny thing. If the holy grain can heal anyone’s mind body spirit…
Why hide it?
Grail.
Publicity stunt?
jk
It’s ok.
I’m giving you the honest truth…
The equations don’t work unless you use the variable of being “mentally challenged, handicapped, deficit or retarded”
I figured out that people get upset at others because they see them as peers.
It’s an illusion.
Then the rage goes away.
It’s not an illusion.
Eff double standards.
Periodt.
You don’t understand. Only a mentally retarded person would say that.
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In trying to block-out the voices this guy hears, he is blocking out the readers’ right to not be privy to this personal mental-smokescreen-of-a-circular-nonsense.
Mag. I don’t make circular arguments.
Another thing. You’re jealous of me. You shouldn’t be…
I’ve been to the worst hell in existence just to surface with one simple sentence …
Nobody wants their consent violated.
Life wasn’t fair for any of us.