look of eyes

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Look of eyes,
Bridge of sighs,
Three of cups,
Lollipops

That is not the full extend of it, Mags, not by a long shot, I really am terrified of rejection, more than deat. I would cry and cry

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I think I understand ā€˜the why’ of what you are wanting to allude to here, Meno…

Rejection from *anyone or from I in particular?
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…I wouldn’t reject somebody I wish to see again, would I… that would be an oxymoron, wouldn’t it?
Would you?

I would cry if I don’t see him again, and soon…

But if rejection takes a turn, and if the rejection is toward you, the individual, and you go as far as to come up with excuses to be enable a pitiful reversal of justifying the Others’ loss for not gaining insight into leaving.

Here ā€˜leaving’ is a milder, better form of expressing ā€˜rejection’ and has more of a wider extension that can leave open the possibility of who really left who and under what conditions, whereas ā€˜rejection’ is more severe, more abruptly narrow.

Hissing that both dynamically try to configure a more certain account of what really happened in retrospect. But then I am not at all that certain.

Why are you even on this topic? You’re married. Women aren’t rejecting you, they’re choosing your marriage. The good ones, anyway.

And if they choose you, they got issues. You know it & they know it.

Sucks when everybody knows… and they lie to themselves that they know… and everything predictably blows up… repeatedly… because intentionally blind folk don’t wanna learn.

So kaboom kaboom kaboom, and that’s all it’ll ever be. The best it’ll ever get.

Unless.

But even then. Either marriage is the Thing (and nobody has every really had it), or there’s More. But you have to let go of wanting marriage to be the Thing. But not when you’re in it.

This thread should’ve exploded already.

I see…

…well, time kept on ticking… almost an hour passed… it was all, so, quiet… what to do, what to do… more time passed… the silence was deafening, the door beckoning, willing my departure… and so it was thought, and so it was done, thought becoming fact… an act, of leaving.

This feels all very ā€˜Interview With A Vampire’-ish, to me…

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Here ā€˜leaving’ is a milder, better form of expressing ā€˜rejection’ and has more of a wider extension that can leave open the possibility of who really left who and under what conditions, whereas ā€˜rejection’ is more severe, more abruptly narrow.

…as I said above, is why it so happened, on my part… nothing more than that nor anything insidious or bad.

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Hissing that both dynamically try to configure a more certain account of what really happened in retrospect. But then I am not at all that certain.

Why the uncertainty?

Because the frequent breaking vacillations between analogical and digitally manifested , down toward the infinitely chaotic possibilities no one including a narrator could understand, and having no choice in the matter.

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…on the verge of the precipice

The thing that finally tips the scales…

…the realisation of a finite time

Which waits for no-one…

Still, every time the scale tips machines compensate by compensating with increasingly added shorts, covering all bases, even baselessly appearing channels of possible holes, channels appear before not acknowledged, revealing undetermined roads less likely traveled.

Is this THE hoped for Time Machine created without drugs or alcohol, but a faux replicant of?

Or.

Like when reaching the end, horizon, another field is axiomatically generated

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…let’s go with the latter/the ā€˜or’, for we are our journey, faults and all.
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I don’t understand the first part of your post… sorry.

Just reverse, I don’t really get it either, the first part but to the second, adding this now, and why? Does offer something more.

maybe because only that tangos really never end, like horizons.

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…meet you in Paris, on the way to Rome, via Vienna… ces sera une belle Ć©poque.

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A. Piazzolla. Libertango

Waltzing into tomorrow, like… :point_down:t3:

Sure,why not, but we don’t actually have to go that route, just like PG Herman said, on being asked if he ever been in Paris, he replied i’e eaten French fries, and the late Henry Miller a month before his death in PBS tv, saying, one does not really havre to go to Greece, where California is so much like it in terms of the feeling he got I suppose living here.

I’ve been in in Greece once and live here, and that narrative I try to recall… ā€˜The Iranges of Hyranimous Boch -wrong spelling will look that up.

I can’t get the spelling now on my search bar because I’ve been having trouble with remembering my pass code lately ( happened before) and I may not be able to return.) so I ask you to fill in the blanks, and perhaps find the proper spelling.

It’s the crack of dawn here, my grandkids are back to school, and duty calls. Summer is slowly fading into a subtly changing California fall, the heat is still unbearable, but it seems more generous in it’s weakening effects that somehow brings to mind the coming season of holidays and festivities, as if Nature knew how it’s power to warm hearts has lost it’s earlier germination. The time to reap what was sown is approaching.

So here changing theme: I really :thinking: relevance is sort of a key, but if I really posted it where I thought it belonged, then it my appear way over the top like my thoughts on the matter were not meant to be exoteric. On the contrary the eyes can not reduce everyone similarly to resemble an uncollected garbage heap so the eyes, remain the basic theme.

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What NOW?

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Hours of meditations

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Did you really do 12 hours of meditation? :scream:
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How is your spiritual journey going? …mine is on a space/time-continuum, from my initial starting-point, to now… living a daily spiritual life, against the backdrop of a jaded London cityscape - very dystopian I know, but with the new agenda2030-led Prime-minister running the show, what should we have expected save for this exact self-same situation.

Yes MagsJi, it is long, but one thing though , the 12 hours woke meditation is only theat truly desperate situations call for,mostly it’s subliminal. The average time is 2x a day for up to 1 hour.

But imagine, The Buddha, meditated for so many years !

Of course the life tempo was correspondingly slow at that time.

England, and this is only off the cuff, is going through a crisis, constitutional, for similar reasons of changing perimeters, in fact and this I surmise from many many thousands away, is due to the miracle of a shrinking planet, and privilege is the key, …

However the ā€˜Nuevo riche’ the zsars and princes of industry are in very much in the same boat, as they have always bought into the privileges that nowedays they think only money can buy. I really think that is impossible and an affront to a sustained heretics.

…like the time I found Zazen out of sheer necessity and stared at a wall for months on end, for hours at a time… so I can definitely relate to your, very similar, dilemma.

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…perhaps he spent those years meditating, instead of being gluttonous, so that his countless lbs of fat could melt away over time… cessating all his out-of-control desires, especially the ones for food.

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The Left do as they please when in government / the Right follow policy-implementation protocol when in government.

The current government is implementing legislation that nobody voted for and that nobody certainly wants.

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…something’s gotta give.

Yes but what?

Maybe Superman back in town in a garb that covers his character a the Messiah?

Or, the Pope, would be Time’s cover of the year, Nobel prize recepie t, and Saint wannabe Francis? (at least he tried for a short time in the beginning of his reign as The Vicar of Christ?

Or none the above ( only mark one correct answer)

God MagsJ sorry, forgot this shoul’of been a poll.

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