Meno’s garbage

Now that brings to mind the triply composed far strung out near metaphore of matter, or what matters in thinking like we were real long ago it seems, when the universe was born or created, before that and before that guess before the before that and before that and that so on.

So then way way before that and that too, after all the that’s coalesced into yet another, that appeared as if it too coelesced into a brand new THAT; …. But that was way after that was ‘discovered’ as having that kind of quality which could be reduced to a nominal whole, from trig to geometry and then to simple math.

That was analogous to the nebulous metaphor, (see up above) and it took forever or near to that to visualize that image as in multiples. That is, they first had to separate the whole thing That IS until somewhat later, they tried to pit it back together, so that an original could be constructed again of the original of course that original was just a another brief stop in building up the stepping stones, some very short some very high, and that served right when averaging Them out, and chaos stopped being a nuisance.

So call these multiple steps worlds, each within it’s own enclosed structural scheme, and the e separation was in a timeless fashion upheld as a stable and permanent foundation….

Until the next step came along almost as if some master builder thought to himself that hey, I can hear all the people from the region clambering up, because they are running out of space below. ( they could have descended instead, but ascension was almost an axiomatic formula by then, ( for rear of heights burned fear into them, and as long as they kept on climbing, they would not be able to think about what’s below, metaphore, paradox, analogy or whatever.

Besides the throngs underneath would have pressed them upwards with such power and fury, that they would have been crushed to smethereens, the minute , the second they could not keep up.

The ones further up then others were more slow and tired to move up then the enthusiasts down below, and at certain critical stages in the climb, the slow lowly ones , but eager as beavers would amass, forming a human mass(mess?) so heavy that the slowdown caused an imperceptible stage of contentious beings not visibly different from the fast ones so very near the top that , as slower they became as they neared the summit, they too formed a mass almost absolutely as powerful and heavy as the surging mass from down under.

This critical point was prepped lightly in the beginning as mini crisis occurred periodically, and with more and more frequency upward, while the top heavy ones felt like IT happened less and less frequently.

Finally , two pyramids of masses were formed out of the now almost countless pyramids, and alss,
Since strength and the will of the power to move on reduces the upper numbers, almost directly proportional to the law of power reductions, based on the experience hammered into this structurally built effort, the last man climbed up on the shoulders of the two holding him up,

And guess what happened, he was the only one to see that the upper monolith of human masses( exactly mirrored the LOW moving ones, (at the moment near what was/could have been/ or yet to come CUT that ever(they would have thought) could have-would have-or did in fact occur since time immemorial.

So all the worlds would explode into a cacophony of melodious reconstruction( Deus ex Machina,

And here a pause ( God Rests)

As down below as up above, the same image prevail, but sorry, a headlong fall-eternal repetition ameliated all , and meaning ALL the worlds into one single unitary blob of a super world, a paradise regainrd( oh my, so they thought, where those whose wormy caricature did not press them into their shells back again, to await some minuscule change from their senseless retreat.

But Hark!!!

The very few among the top tier, compassionately fell back, skipping no stops, and merged with them and energized them to start their journey again onward and upwards.

Some kid were elevated way beyond their means and their self-prescribed need, and hurled up like an force of antigravity, a power kindness of knew, they simply had too much potential energy to mess with, so they , those up above, colonized them into an alternate universe, hiding them from the tremendous mass-energy hurling after them.

To Dicky, and Beckett

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How long:open_mouth:

Something like 150 million miles or light years, forget now, but the difference is immeasurable and as close to infinite eternity that one can get, it’s simply astounding and according to the catalogue it is one of the most complex structural constructions in the cosmos , if not the most complex, that has been discovered.

It’s simply stupefying.

Here in Vegas again, don’t gamble much the food is good at the Southhpoint.

Hanging in with my son but it’s like pulling teeth, or mission impossible, he don’t like me and how can I? Told him I love him, but he’s very difficult., and I don’t think there is much hope of any reconciliation between us, ever since his divorce he’s gotten meaner and I try to go to the limit with him , after all he is no kid.

We do not communicate, and keeping in mind that we are like two peas in a pod helps sometime

Thoughts:

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The pre-ontological and the phenomenal are related concepts in philosophy12345. The pre-ontological refers to the ground or condition for questions about the Being of beings, while the phenomenal is related to the understanding of Dasein’s being-in-the-world through temporal ecstases1. These concepts are not prior to Being or beings, but rather prior to their study or question2.

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So perhaps we don’t ‘see’ the link because those ecstasies, are analogous to the Divine Extasies, which are not found(ed.) in phenomena,

And the Divine extasis is auto reflexively provided by Deus ex machina, so as to link the perennial being of man’s existence in God, through and through, as a linked sufficient cause to Faith through belief, perhaps.

Getting back to the other pea in the pod in the matter of familial resemblances; My Other son;
& the reason(s) aforementioned why charity Should begin at home, etc, etc,

How ever to get back other than also the ascribed miracle ( miracle of the rose included) other than bypassing that film thin membrane in between the mind’s lobes that dries with the progressive recapitulation .

Mylar membrane

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A snip, at $150,000…

Girlfriend or spyware, you decide…

Hard to choose supposin’ cause the budget keeping has turned out to be more problematic for most, than seeing another day’s payment of minimum required, so a big brother’s need to have’s balanced, even before such things as how grim an outlook can inflation place on the unwary, or, can that son be thrown out before the father can spend AlL his social security on a measly walk up , leaving just panhandling for bread?

There must be a more organized way to a proper yet very delicate balance.

Call him a dreamer,he’ll go for both in one.

This certainly belongs here;

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But no, maybe not , -

Maybe because an identity politics may be achieved through belief in hidden motives, that drive men, and their cover is assumed as non contradictory, a given by whatever power, real or simulated, makes little difference, for it is the all mighty that hides the medium, that is like a ghost, in fact a Holy One at that, that better left unseen, in order to be believed,