in the beginning and end, everything explodes and implodes energy, and nothing is at rest
within this the tripersonal one-god subdues a collective biography co-authored with beings in their likeness
…
Resulting in the containment of absolute energy within a non dimensional space time that only an absolutely absolving intelligence could conceive.
can God make a weirdo weirder than himself? 
you can will or wield action/reaction and be composed of it without being subject to it
decompartmentalized (singleness/wholeness) of space - still, but moving all
desequentialized (singleness/wholeness) of time - still, but moving all
and this is not before the starting gun
and this is not after the finish line
this is in the relay
the whole thought
the one thing to will/say … willing/saying
corresponding
unfolding, unconcealing, revealing, gestating, birthing, celebrating
setting free to do likewise
not to be interrupted
even an interruption is a learning experience
or a remembering, or at least… repeating
Yes it’s quarky to say the least. That meno me know claim of suggesting that this instance, is predetermining, of what compartmentalizes, sequenced passage of all phases,
As melting if not cut,
Up, into a disk coming from down
Then
Existence may not be willed as a subject object
Starting from where it last stopped
Lasted
For centuries, millennia, eternities
No it has to be willed, forgotten
Andrepasted but not in the same order
Necessarily so, but like panic ridden, just grab a handful
And of course try edit before and forget not there is no Final Cut before
Gluing reality attracted by by
No good
Byse, buy and by until bi biys,
Spelling watch
Spelling the melting watch
It as it melts down into primal elements, the scintillating prismic particles turn it into colored lights
Of perhaps ume at one point pick up sticks, pieces mistaken for rubies emeraldes and diamondes
Grandpa diamanté, disassembled, coming from the east in a hurry why one never knows perhaps fear or someone bugged the hell out of him in Warsaw?
Coming back my dear?
Your supper is getting cold.
Try me , just so as can stay on this side off the mountain, remember?
Limboing and all the fabulous grand trips? No Lumbini, buddha birthed , three wasps bitten and delirious, thank god she had an injection full of it, full full, of it, it, otherwise, other wise?
Was ok, workin’ on 7th life meauw, now now kitty seeet, don’t pretend a tiger cub cuteness won’t fit well
The party could it have been a monologue of strained remembrance, a kind of rhapsody in green, a brief visit of death in Paris last year, dahlink gotta tell ya bout,
It, feverishly typin, and yes ok, why ceytanlee, coolly, wanna hear bout the 6th?
The sixth of what, never?(scratches head quizzically as if out of castled rooks above time stopped time,
And in hazes of myriad Beau jars, spell no Parisian recollect, flashing smashing
That passing fanciful faces, of involuting , stopped for microsecond of hundreds years worth when vampires knew only
Suck the hell out of her Igor smug or advises her name is/was Lora or Lara,
That olde flick is for hummingbirds dahl, talking of one such looking through window while it buzzed and kept return in’
My dear gave me a fright as it is a mystery fluttering more like a livid bug got out of castle fair,
With a certain flair, and she goes on and on about what to spect just befoe, the edge becomes.
Kill bill me name dont
Well knowing what he done practicing by boys need it specially, asphyxiation for the hell of pleasure of it , self help kind of, self not outgrown narcissistic semblance filtered through many possibilities, in Bang cock.
So so abrupt leaving for now, course can never leave, all ways coming
Back, may be next time a new face a new place
A new race.
Bows, withdraws stage left.
Is it tech, spirits, or Spirit?
Good tech or evil tech? (read Jude)
Good spirits or evil spirits? (read Jude)
Spirit? It will never violate self=other.
Such violation is death before dying. It is meaningful for a reason.
Course it’s all good, though never been there but I reckon so, for really by now even my own surmise informed that it’s beyond
Have to take dee hood with the bad supposing such meltdiwned trickle can conscribe a freedom so that
Can out grow that
As far as Jude goes, was me’heroic exemplar until he coauthored this, with Faustus, a kind of unknown insurance policy surrounding it in case of unrequited Ms., but then it would have contra indicated enlightening absolution of pragmatically geared and differentiated automatic-autonomous fidelety/fidgetility
To call or questionable paradoxical ennui or is it it’s opposite
Stairway to heaven on the left.
Stairway to hell on the left.
If such simple divide was correlated with in an objectively sliced wholeness, such ‘Holy-hole would no require an answer.
But as it stands , what? , things not so clear cut may become far more indeterminate, when those objects-for all subjectobjects devolve/evolve into paradoxically more or less clear, in fact& this u said may not a fearless venture into that unknown that maybe underground figures or ungrounded ones can rationally attempt to describe.
To wit, the bonding grows to much more strenght and power than the originally cut wound could muster up, the moral justifications cry to a heavenly pathos
That said and more simply, absolute love is the end product of a long chain of fate, and mere suggestions become inert and useless metaphors to reverse its power.
That absolute critics and bad conscience tries to water down to suggestions that pop psych apologists try to better themselves and build ad hoc excuses with.
Most throw up their hands and damn they will follow that ever blackening place underground from which resolve and honesty coins it’s name
That resource burns its self axiomatically a very short time after its expose, leaving a doubly wobbly Sammy of apparent selfish and reprehensible characterization.
Oh yes , leaving out the ones about the blemish that lack of bravery and the need to justify victimization consists of.
The only inexcusable blemish is the one that refuses (the consent-respecting excuser’s offer) to be excused.
And because of human frailty, where memory fades, and the reason withers to construct an excuse, it too becomes nonsense. To suppose that either.
The higher the power , ironically, the less configurable the mysterious standard that is imposed on any judgement.
Nothing but no thing can stain Creation.
It all comes out in the wash. The judgment/mercy you apply to others is applied to you.
Excusing without making excuses… overlooking while fully seeing… and without exploiting, which is death before dying.
And there lies the crucial difference between no sense, as in senseless ie. devoid of sense organs and the nonsense attributed to it’s definitive judgment of what belongs here within what’s understood, and what literally escapes it by re-vision.
That is why all reversions are grossly suspect of machination.
The intellect as a compensation for genes proves that machinations are an excellent choice to bring back the creative prowess above and over animals
The figurative exploding simulated IQ stimulates the imagination reversely to what it can accomplish reversely.
The proverbial “Why didn’t I think of that?”
… the beauty of filling out the grid of possibility and working the placeholders.
But some grids of possibility rule out (have a presupposed bias against) certain possibilities.
Stunting… stuff. cough Hume cough
slips on a banana peel or [ ]
[ something more _____ < —— no, not that ]
Yes something else really way way out → there, some where over the re rainbow ma bee and birds two
But here goes a-pro-po, came to me know u may too, that phonetics pre-seed sun tax, in a one way manner of speaking that meno may be obstructionalist in that respect
Clarify let me
That Nemo may autistic pre dined genii in bottle no doubt because jung said one time retrospect, that he was sitting on a rock like any escapee from shaded garden, a kind of Emily Dickerson garden sheltered, and recounts at one point that as he was sitting in a chaise during one dreamy midsummer’s night it behooved him, not monstrously or anything like that, that he suddenly became aware of his being in two distinct possibilities
One aware he was sitting on rock
Two he was the rock sat upon or something like
Anyway to Cut it, short,
Meno the original that difference negligible bi now,
Or else how would he have surmised Socrates sorry state or did he not feel apologetic some ways
But cut yo the chase me-know, this prior, and sinking my teeth into it as voluptuously as any werewolf, don’t notice
During meditation , same conclusion, distracted hummingbird that is like a butterfly, or some creature appearent without analytic pondering, here explicitaly one dealing with rich viannese matrons, that me2 is primirdially connected to the other object, me1 by some not unearthed reason , but could well see through this veil, towards an approach to me3.
and here staring into the fired up red lotus flower came to see in the flicker that me knows me being the energy that sees me, and I am in fact the one who is looking under ground into abysmal possibility, and somehow me 2 lookin’ back in dismay like was dreaming, realizing this moment in time a flicker of the scene with satyrs and all kinds of other types, are reflections on many many soapy filmed bubbles, so the question of stimulating simulation is solved, as this moment cut for this instant in time and please don’t put in your blinders even if you feel sorry for the beast, come home lady, the national velvet is still
alive it’s alive
Still
Just a moment- fumbles for specks so that no misunderstanding
May arise thank you
What’s that, sonny? I have to look at you through my bifocals like this.
Pictured you differently, though it don’t really matter
That much
Never mind … don’t suppose that’s any of my business!