Lambiguous says,
“How about you? In what sense here are you fragmented?”
N pretty much the same way most anyone is.
Missing connections between what I purport to be able to assess as my estimation of what ‘truth’ is, and what I have to shift into a Grey zone, that is inestimable.
Inestimable truths are those that are beyond my, of, anyone’s a lit to figured out , ithey are those things that always revert back to the kind of ideas that relate to what ID call 'certainty, the kind that tries to figures out whether the cat is alive or dead.
I obsessionally ruminate whether trying to ads the swamp and what is in it , in it’s hidden depth, and to what extent mg particular existential contraption is past of the bigger problem of a deconstructed ddmocracg, and even torn by the decline of a general aesthetic in the west.
And if civilization and its discontents can reverse coursebg a shift in D as Eim, where the rich significance of existential guilt can be overcome, simply sexually motivated methods that certain yoga practices bear upon Catholic. guilt, than maybe the psych-philisophical reversal can again attain some prior balance.
The major point, which really is a tedious but necessary intellectual excerpt iss, a contraption began with the misunderstood tenets of Christian ity, could not now, of then , spell out this cognitive bases of fdeayuent seminal ideas to the masses.
An esoteric subtlety is nit present in the passions of averige folk, that really want to understand the energy within higher abstracted , unearthly matters, that went into the constructed aims of civilized man, and that is where fragmentation got it’s start.
But my rambling must bird You bag now, and I ask You to abstract only this relevant stuff, coudss I will devise probably by the time reading it.