Sea above
Skype below
That guessing game is probably nearing its formidable conclusion, am I ready to shiny up my saved up delicious apple to deliver anytime? Soon?
A jest is a jest, and if after all, you join the ex-communicative crowd, (or worse, The Excircistic group, ) then I’d be supried, never thought of an imitation of Luther.
Am I close? If not, close this window(of opportunity)
Not really yet nearly to cross that border
To cross the other
Sided isoscelouse
That border lines up
More frequent general
Appraisal
Situational, and or dynamic choice
Not of choosing mine yours trajectory
Leaving here rich Arabia
All women mostly dressed in black men white
Lie not as the sneak a peek through their eyes can only see them but they
Do all as before,
The intrigue the charm, the mystery
Otto did presume a well
Sought after double
Without the cross
Over which
Design
Forgotten
Greek
Word forknowledge
In the road
On it,
For knowledge Hermes
Leave here the heagotten here on summer’s solstice
Where gotten to last year’s Marianna’s, tango in winter’s solstice Paris.
Yes , gnosis, Otto, and so did Francis, it rages on the wind
tell me if you would
Think me able to have weather this scotiphobic mystic myopic absence, from thou dear, but believe , that such weather so close to the eye, that eye span of vertical effect the tornado hit,
And all the eyes of the world converge form
The tornado hitting Kansas of Oz
Dorothy beware my prayers are for peace of the world, strongly , over
Coming the disaster, and again that sneaky, sliding one eyed, as if Sartre’s could encompass and suspect must 
stop it,
toward James away from Husserl’s unpredictability
Here beauty rests, they glean Arabs,and coexist they must to the boat over these dunes of waves
And He in all and all in He, tranquil the sea now aqua marine and turquoise calming into the sublime, up and up way from the ridiculous.
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&the wandering, wondering half
ONE WAY TICKET
2(paradise.
Keeping to the rules ain’t easy, but gotta do it, 
’s withstanding, cause other wise search : cut, off, form an image of resembling families that conflate (may) the seen from the unseeable, ; with those very junctures of familiar/familial.
That such image of love so pure , double prescribed as a substance of the cure, say!
Can it even serve as an offered balm, a minute crack which reveals that ultimate minute ray of generosity ; that is given exemplar to connect the necessary will , redoubled surge, as a postscription of that redoubles its inherent cosmic power with that comically made up tragicomic mask of sanity.
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Parallels , universes as such:
Here goes something which has bottled time for a while
What if Nietzche’s ide of eternal return is somehow matched with Kierkegaards Repetition, oh my just another fluke, or is it too far stretched out toward the everlasting similar stretch to the horizon from here on to end?
Ok.
How though? Right.
The Liebnitzian cakcukus derived by chords musicale, should be some kind of harbinger or premonition through a ‘dream’
That dream is like a movie, it can play again and again, an eternal testament to copy the reel/real again and again.
As that indesipherable relieving goes on, the gaps , or the still frames in between appear as if narrowing slits in between, and the longer this projection goes on the horizon, or the limit does reach a point of indiscernible extension, which recognition literally recognizes as another new, flat terrain.
So far so ok?!?
But what then?
Mid the universe is alive, both white noise and black energy, here lost in space is a good analogy, then, the living total of what a closed universe, alive in totality, may send out messages to requested queries, in the form of bits of information that some Alien can pick up from the total absolute bits, leaving all but the one sent out.
Now the suggestion, as the saying goes that Faith can mountains move::;
The absolute conceited proximity of a flat terrain will shift even that one per request, (if and only if) in case of a total regional meltdown that does mimic the interpretation , of an absolute conviction of all but one(s),
That in order to revise the stability of the one and the many, a spectral shift will toss all into the required parallelism aka universe, so that the may understand by interpreting spectral shifts as such.
Now one thing is, such shifts are not based on singular events, but by a common yet hidden/cover of invisibility.
Why? Because it isn’t wasn’t so, then it could never progress toward the singularity in the first place
And, on top of that, if there was no first place, then how about (2=4,5,6) 3=7,8,9 in the second place.
Accountability of existence, could not begin to realize the need for Being to be invisible, but still alive.
So stop checking if the cat in the box is alive or not, since it had to be alive when it first became boxed, they do allegedly have 9 lives.
ok Bilbo
Well, anyone read ‘Being There’ by Kozinski?
I was at the Trump rally yesterday. It resembled a Hollywood scene out of ‘The Day of the Locusts’.
Or more like the shove and tug at Walmart on Black Friday.
Don’t know how this fits in, he talked about a lot of things , even about boundaries out of some context no one listened to. however the crowd suggestively roared to any sign of crowd fishing for demonstrative simulation to nazi stereotypic hand raising, chanting uniform demands that Trump elicited.
But….
The audience roared to suggestive
He even complained about some people comparing him to a Natzi, even to Hitler himself.
Found it ingeniously contriving and contrite simultaneously.
But is there a huuuuuge undertow?
The answer should be quite evident of ‘channeling’ much like the epitaph ‘who needs enemies for friends like this’ suggestive to in another ‘channel’ references to Trump wanting to protect women whom he democratically refers to as subservient?
If directly, politically linked to him, it would appear trolling, and irrelevant.
I really hate to say, but the undertow of the MAGA movement, is a state of depth that is so severely cut at the middle, that only a miracle can save comprehensive revision in a timely fashion, with the simulation of simulations forging
ahead of perception. But is this difference matter at all in a world of parallelism and the creation of the infinitely divisible multiverse?
It may not, and gut level feeling supports the initiative suggestions that ‘I had a dream’ supports.
Meanwhile no idea what the xxxx all this means to one under the spell of Morpheus.
And remember this: by no means is this philosophy , but under the allusion of loosely associated free flow of consciousness ( of the unconsciousness)
“Peace is not the absence off conflict but the ability to avoid conflict through a peaceful solution’
An Arab owner of a coffe shop of Dearborn Michigan quoting Ronald Regan, in reference to the ‘Solution’ to the Gaza situation.
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That’s not really avoiding conflict, though, unless your definition of conflict is war, which, if it is, then peace is the absence of conflict. Presidents say the darnedest things.
But yeah, I agree with the …spirit… of what he said.
I’m sorry again for the loss of your daughter.
Thank You have some idea, that she let herself be od’d cause her feelings about her brother who took his life
Why do you go by your son’s name?
I didn’t intend to except he asked his sister the oldest sister to write a book about him, she wasn’t up to it, and I could not have put my name on it without plagiarizing , so I retained his name and coauthored with him, belatedly.
Thanks for asking.
Why didn’t you retain your own name and co-author with him belatedly?
I apologize if this is too personal or …suspicious-sounding.
I did retain it, I changed my name when I became naturalized, per the judge at the same time, on the back of the naturalization there is an option for that; my former name was Bela delete, which I first used when joining ILP
Would you like to rephrase that?
Quick question. Is everyone your son who is a son? Quick follow up question. Do you identify as everyone’s son?
Is the loss of a son (to death, distance, so forth) a gap you try/pretend to fill?
And how is Shirley?
Sorry, it is Bela fekete (was)