Formation

Formative Prime - Dismay
Formative prime…the primer is mildly annoyed at having to make a second attempt in the creation of a linguistic megastructure because the first was dissolved into the æther of the agora. Formative prime decided to step back and design such interpolation in smaller steps in delta time to avoid a lack of responsiveness produced from the manly tech interface - diminished quality from such a morally and culturally bankrupt society.

Some time in the last epoch…
…across the ocean…a careless leader, through the flawed logic, in his wisdom, decided to sterilize the past and create fantasy as opposed to letting history be written…decided it would be better to rewrite it as the country is no longer able to claim responsibility for its mistakes, however, a fundamental truth, and a fundamental falsehood is at the center of this idea - I wonder whether anyone else will ever work this out aside from me - I see some evidence of it. Mostly though, people are happy to keep living the dream…the delusion…now swimming back…the world outside should pay no attention to such nonsense and continue on its merry way waiting for its younger brother to throw its next tantrum - the pot that boils over - wanting to be at the center of the world’s attention because of assistance given in the previous cycles of war. The world outside has its own real foundation that has always assisted in propping up its younger sibling and we can not expect the young to appreciate the full nature of the old. Just because one side of the equation has its eyes closed does not mean the other side needs to be the mirror - watch on rubbernecks, as the unbelievable unfold in a nation that once prided itself as some sort of world capital. Never really cared for it myself…

…never really cared for cultural capitals that are far removed from my everyday life and not even close to…being aligned…

…to my own slowly evolving cultural patterns that have some real history that can be felt and not just seen or heard…traditionally not very bright in the eyes…

…but loudly in the ears…for that matter…in the latter that is…not the felt…

Onward to concerns closer to home…family first…land…real history…etcetera…и сейчас - further words on poppies…

Indeed. “Livy’s account of the tyrannical Roman king, Lucius Tarquinius Superbus. He is said to have received a messenger from his son Sextus Tarquinius asking what he should do next in Gabii, since he had become all-powerful there. Rather than answering the messenger verbally, Tarquin went into his garden, took a stick, and symbolically swept it across his garden, thus cutting off the heads of the tallest poppies that were growing there. The messenger, tired of waiting for an answer, returned to Gabii and told Sextus what he had seen. Sextus realised that his father wished him to put to death all of the most eminent people of Gabii, which he then did.” ― Wikipedia

“I will not be ashamed to remember what was there yesterday”

…and so, this day has been long…

…word for yesterday…hope…word for today…faith…word for tomorrow…change…

Scorpions - Wind Of Change - Kind of Russian, lol - Cute

[size=85]I had to pay close attention…not every word is so clearly understood…but I appreciate the sentiment - the English version seems good…[/size]

Scorpions - Wind Of Change - English

“Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change”

encode_decode writes :

"Some time in the last epoch…
…across the ocean…a careless leader, through the flawed logic, in his wisdom, decided to sterilize the past and create fantasy as opposed to letting history be written…decided it would be better to rewrite it as the country is no longer able to claim responsibility for its mistakes, however, a fundamental truth, and a fundamental falsehood is at the center of this idea - I wonder whether anyone else will ever work this out aside from me - I see some evidence of it. Mostly though, people are happy to keep living the dream…the delusion…now swimming back…the world outside should pay no attention to such nonsense and continue on its merry way "

Yes, but do universal principles define what really are the facts, or, ought they be ignored?
As even now, their part derivation, suggest a method cut off, and reassembled as a montage, devoid of an original intent.

That effort to connect some visage with some objective reality is assured by the tri-partite brain.
If understood correctly, at the present stage.

Then, socialism is softened by the gentler, kinder for of egaletarianism communism, where capital is thus equally distributed, all be it in the same form, but with a switched coinage. Remember Jesus pointing to Ceaser’s facade, advising all to give homage.

That is the big question, Meno. Understood correctly <> and acknowledged in return. At some stage though a country must decide what its history is among what it feels to be a countryman. Do you know? I am still thinking about things from both sides - running contradictions in the background away from the forum - there still remains a crucial fact that may clear as the atmosphere purifies in the liminal country. I have hope - they have a lot of good thinkers working on the problem at hand. One must attempt to make sense of it for oneself given the stakes. As usual, though, you gift me more angles - thank you, similes and smiles.

I will dig around more on this side of the expanse before I revisit.

My bad, I was unaware that you had not finished. Acknowledged…I am just glad that inspiration does not die so quickly as lesser motivation.

I will have to deconstruct, reconstruct and contemplate - my brain/mind is torn between two worlds whose languages are not of equal overlap.

Annexed acknowledge of post one page supra in two sections…regeneration…fresh cycle pending…

Such pearls of wisdom are divulged, not to the profane…

Probably early Greek and early Hebrew. Roman is weighty but not weighty enough through my eyes.

Some secrets are guarded well - perhaps via divine intervention. We are, however, lacking in some linguistic considerations of the oral lore being transformed like the Chinese whisper.

Such cumulative errors are common among the lay with adjudging in political discourse. Also unavoidable in history for the same reasons given.

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Ten-four, Meno_ - id est - copy that, Meno_ - or - otherwise - message received, Meno_.

Turn your volume down and go to this link: décodeur/traducteur de code morse - site: MorseCode.World - once there, press the play button.

I am, of course, joking, however, there is a message there…if you want to see it. I don’t know if it has an expiry on it and it will self-destruct or not.

The message will reform before your very eyes…no need to respond to me though as I am just having a joke.

Splice the mainbrace - Bravo Zulu

Tnx 4 that.

But this stands out in an exquisite filigre:

"Probably early Greek and early Hebrew. Roman is weighty but not weighty enough through my eyes.

Some secrets are guarded well - perhaps via divine intervention. We are, however, lacking in some linguistic considerations of the oral lore being transformed like the Chinese whisper."

And it’s almost impossible believe in It’'s astonishing revelation, and this is probably what accounts for tje language of the most languid miracle, healed so suddenly as if sealed NY iUt’s own erhos, as if De d ending from a greatest height to the multitude which van not mirror themselves.

Such can not be duplicated nor identified, and evaporates to form a morning hew.

I would never, ever close that or disclose, even if…

Obscure depths…Profferings from Jānis…Revelations from a Story Told
Apologies if you were met with any inhospitable clamor because you figured not to reduce any amplification - it shocked me upon assay…that is why I made mention.

They say each name has a meaning: let us for a moment consider the name Janis without any special markings contained outside common English - for this is treated as a female name in this language: "Yannis, Yiannis, or Giannis (Γιάννης) is a common Greek given name, a variant of John (Hebrew) meaning “God is gracious.” In formal Greek (e.g. all government documents and birth certificates) the name exists only as Ioannis (Ιωάννης). Variants include Yanni (Also Janni), Iannis, Yannakis, Yanis, and the rare Yanno, usually found in the Peloponnese and Cyprus.

Feminine forms are Γιάννα (Yianna, Gianna) and Ιωάννα (Ioanna) which is the formal variant used in formal/government documents."― by courtesy of Wikipedia

Now onward into the story…
Baltic John - let us call him - Jānis to his friends - an apparition created by me twenty minutes ago to profess further in this story, he says, “There is no need for me not to make some allowance for natural reconstructions - phrenic realms work better when left open anyway - sometimes to the pain of the observer, sadly. We should expect such to be the case where alignments of one’s nature are not in tune with their designated patterns - kind of esoteric in a world…lack such quality and meaning. Still one has to remain somewhat grounded in the present when…recognoscere…to know again - lending some weight to any given matter - eternally personal in some manner with such regard. I don’t doubt that these candles still burn bright through eternity - awaiting interceptive awareness in some way before fading from the recipient’s unique panorama.”

Jānis, takes a few breaths and a small sip of water, before continuing on, while his friends, his students, look on…patiently waiting…and so he continues, “As with my own transcendent moments - such special existential features make me realize the power that a person has through choice - how such invocation plays out from the whole(the all) has been a lifetime of exploration for me. I don’t recommend such explorations to everyone - temporal aspects account for a lot and are the glue that holds the modern world together. On the flip side - if one is still able to take part in such a robotic system that has come to be and through discretion does not pollute the greater pattern…it may well be the case of torchbearers in such an existence that follows some law of repetition.”

Then he concludes, “Accepting [receptare(receive, admit or recover)] the receptacle…the whole passes on - contra-indicatively and indicatively throughout…”…

…Well, he did not finish there but we can only peer into Latvia for so long…receive and offer(give back)…not only, give and take…

And for now, so long Latvia, until we return…good health…Jānis says, “uz redzēšanos, recode!”

Interestingly enough, there was a Roman god called Janus - not sure if there was any connection or not but on inspection I find some happy coincidences in that he governs beginnings and endings and there was an episode in a television series that I watched called NUMB3RS - episode: The Janus List. In myth, Janus depicted as having two faces…beginnings, gates, transitions, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings ― again, by courtesy of Wikipedia and wiki also notes: The ancient Greeks had no equivalent to Janus, whom the Romans claimed as distinctively their own. I wonder whether there was some inspiration…transcendental thinking…all in a harmless, hypothetical, and good mood though…sometimes feeble relations…othertimes numerological connections…divinations for a select few…because…lack of external selection…id est choice…

…the two faces…transcend and the depths…as above, so below…

…and, in one sense grace is seen as a period of time allowed - a property of patience - a property of time…

In an other sense a friend, and again, a sense of superlative coincidence a Latvian Regan man I used to call on now if still alive. , saved ne soule for a while he named Andres. His mom was a real princesse, befire the reds, and saw some thing in me same soule, but that’s remembrances of long ago, and fir a while had no need to worry about a coming impressive impairment with the mask, the mask of Brutus I can say without an author( ity)

But astounding to mention Andres is all, so at convenience’s arm , please continue& for give.

Now that lines came without any known connection and above and from without, these lines from Livy,

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Now Brutus had deliberately assumed a mask to hide his true character. When he learned of the murder by Tarquin of the Roman aristocrats, one of the victims being his own brother, he had come to the conclusion that the only way of saving himself was to appear in the king’s eyes as a person of no account. If there were nothing in his character for Tarquin to fear, and nothing in his fortune to covet, then the sheer contempt in which he was held would be a better protection than his own rights could ever be. Accordingly he pretended to be a half-wit and made no protest at the seizure by Tarquin of everything he possessed. He even submitted to being known publicly as the ‘Dullard’ (which is what his name signifies), that under cover of that opprobrious title the great spirit which gave Rome her freedom might be able to bide its time. On this occasion he was taken by Arruns and Titus to Delphi less as a companion than as a butt for their amusement; and he is said to have carried with him, as his gift to Apollo, a rod of gold inserted into a hollow stick of cornel-wood - symbolic, it may be, of his own character.
The three young men reached Delphi, and carried out the king’s instructions. That done, Titus and Arruns found themselves unable to resist putting a further question to the oracle. Which of them, they asked, would be the next king of Rome? From the depths of the cavern came the mysterious answer: ‘He who shall be the first to kiss his mother shall hold in Rome supreme authority.’ Titus and Arruns were determined to keep the prophecy absolutely secret, to prevent their other brother, Tarquin, who had been left in Rome, from knowing anything about it. Thus he, at any rate, would be out of the running. For themselves, they drew lots to determine which of them, on their return, should kiss his mother first.
Brutus, however, interpreted the words of Apollo’s priestess in a different way. Pretending to trip, he fell flat on his face, and his lips touched the Earth - the mother of all living things."

Livy, The History of Rome

A beautiful addition in the last Meno, and a heartfelt moment, prior to that.

I spy with my eye, Arcturus Descending in the house.

That made me smile.

More to come as I let the words, thoughts, and feelings intertwine.

Pay attention encode…

OK, I don’t respond too much or too often to myself - a joke - I always do - no, I am kidding - of course, I do not…but do I - how could anyone know given the circumstances - I guess that is for me to know.

I want to add perhaps a pointless addition to some that may drive home a necessary element behind my words - one of the unseen elements - that I am not fond of the smile icon too much - I like it better than the other one and not sure what else I could use because that one is close at hand anyway. I use it to convey a message but in truth, I do not really have a big smile on my face when I use it. The laughing one, often I am laughing when I use it. Complex because the happiness is different - it is more in acceptance of something I see that is good that could make people smile. When I am laughing on the other hand - I am also laughing at the probability that no one can see what I am laughing at. Laughing at myself a lot of the time too. There is a funny story to be told about laughing…perhaps some other time though - it is a very short story actually, like less than a paragraph but not appropriate here and now.

I am not saying that I do not smile - I do - but mostly I am either serious or laughing - the two extremes. Yes - I will think about this, I guess.

The icon does not feel genuine to me, however, it is still cute. Just, it does not match me too well. Hopefully, my words overshadow that little guy - he is not my mirror - clearly, he is others’ mirror though.

Finally, and for the record - recode > has many more serious times than laughing times - unseen facts, I am afraid.

encode_decode says:

"The icon does not feel genuine to me, however, it is still cute. Just, it does not match me too well. Hopefully, my words overshadow that little guy - he is not my mirror - clearly, he is others’ mirror though.

“Finally, and for the record - recode > has many more serious times than laughing times - unseen facts, I am afraid.”

no worries, character and caricature and characterization go hand in hand, as though they were enveloped as if containing the silver linings of the shrinking matryoshka. dolls. <<<<<<<<< ?

…beacons…guides…heartbeats…others…

…in one circle an affectionate friend sometimes call me pink encode to signify my moments of discontent and thinks other times that my shadow is chasing me in some moment of restlessness - Pink Floyd - Is There Anybody Out There ( Long Instrumental ) - to be connected in one way but disconnected in another best describes it. The unsaid brotherly love, like kin, connects him and me as our words often become disjointed on the surface - underneath is an understanding of each other via conceptual patterns and other subtle features of what appears to be tessellated language surfacing from patience built originally from seeing something good in each other. He is a coder but his simpler ways make my heart smile…he benefits from his perpetual immersion in context-free linguistique that has context-sensitive directives that are not revealed in the grammar…

Agreed, Meno_. …mirrors…and Paul Erdős…Hungarian mathematician…“his colleague Alfréd Rényi said, “a mathematician is a machine for turning coffee into theorems”, and Erdős drank copious quantities (this quotation is often attributed incorrectly to Erdős, but Erdős himself ascribed it to Rényi)” ― wiki. Our words can sometimes mirror us and other times exaggerate as you say the vision another has. The strength of a people can be felt in their history and be falsely attributed to an individual - you know, a leader here and a leader there - here the great and there the terrible - past, present, and future aberrations. With maybe less coffee than Erdős and Rényi made consumption of, I am able to churn meaningful kernels from paragraphs as the frog leaps away from the faithful leaving them to their own device, and the frog leaps in his continual reinforcement of elucidation away from the sad statement of Turgenev, taking one leap…then contemplate…another leap…then contemplate…ad infinitum…verbs of motion.

The journey has always begun for me…sometimes I watch the younger facets as aspects of the old…as if they are old souls contained in a new body > their depth of connection can be surprising. Often unaware of the sophical bond that builds over time to their environment from their atmosphere - born with love - to have the knowledge or to have the knowledge have them. Never truly the parrot as they reach out - seeking a connection to the existence that they have or let the existence have them. Absorbing into their pattern rather than their pattern absorbing into them for the first half and then reversely in the second half…or something like that…

…part of a symphonic linguistic megastructure, I am afraid, rather, I am not…if you catch the drift…opening sonatas…andante…scherzo…ad infinitum…

encode_decode says :

“part of a symphonic linguistic megastructure, I am afraid, rather, I am not…if you catch the drift…opening sonatas…andante…scherzo…ad infinitum…”

if You love/hate or at least can stand eric satie, then You have nothing to worry about he inflects deflections and vica versa>>>

I read quotations in your [Der Herbsttag] - am I to believe the wiki I quoted is incorrect? It would not surprise me - I try not to quote wiki unless I am happy the information is accurate - in this case, I remembered the coffee-mathematician snippet from years ago and found it on wiki and thought the mirrored effect came through well enough for my illustration - was not aware of its level of accuracy. I was reading about Erdős the other day and thought it would be satisfying to weave it in somehow - if inaccurate then that is a little disappointing. Things like this can and do happen, however. Like a Chinese whisper…

He was viewed as rather extreme by outsiders - he has his own value for us - he perhaps broke some limits - I like this idea - I try to push the limit without breaking it just so long as the information is taken out of the pattern in the desired way. There are two desires for me in this respect - the first, to get my point across and the second, to open new ground for the reader. I am led to believe Satie worked with Picasso at one point.

Did Satie influence Stravinsky? The blog is confusing to me but it is a short read. It is said that Stravinsky admired Satie - if this all it takes for influence, admiration - I have some words on this thing later.

I have been wondering about such things too - that admiration is naturally a part of aligning patterns - kind of makes sense - but I have many more thoughts on admiration too.

This guy seems to put it another way:

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTtjLq_ElKQ[/youtube]

Placing them side by side - just another way to look at things. Fun to think about many patterns coinciding like this > in the creative process too, for that matter.

It is not perfectly clear if this guy is just experimenting because he can or whether he in fact admires both composers and him and his friend can hear the link and hence the suggestion.

Debussy with Igor Stravinsky: taken by Erik Satie, June 1910 - artificial color applied…

• Composers and friends -

Admiration is clearly not only a factor. In my friendship with the pink encode maker - our work is so much different - there have been times we have helped each other though.

Underneath all of this, I am neglecting the political atmosphere of all the times as well…however…with purpose…

encode_decode says:

“Underneath all of this, I am neglecting the political atmosphere of all the times as well…however…with purpose…”

just what I call a desire to get to the bottom up, assuming a bottom.Of course that’s a steep assumption, weather when placing political expediancy next to an imvention, where some kind of hidden intension may be implied.

Nevertheless, at that level one flirts with rejection and association may be the only course; to find key motes which reoccur over and over.

So political expediency may be a political move by Satie, upon which Stravinsky rlmay have relied on a necessary level. It’s very cagey down there, and weighs tons but has to be effected by feather light appearance.

A sleight of hand , but new frontiers necessary to effect it and probably a very risky attempt at that.

A great magician died in his final attempt to actually break all traditional magical ties, and come out of the wet abyss into he was literally thrown.

There really is no final proof possible ar great depths to test the hypothesis of the link between juxterpositionad things, because perception itself is under scrutiny. Therefore such limits I call partially derived, and presumed at a level that they can withstand such scrutiny, for the continuum has to be presumed there to eventually make sense.

That is what the religious basis of the transcendental unity does in fact Self Verifies.

(Or in the process of formation, exhibiting the pain of becoming indiginous or In It’s Self.)

And prevent further doubt of avoidance of that process of formation, to sacrafice the One in order to save the Transcendent Other.-So that that partially derived, cut off security would finally be indemnified and put to rest. That it didn’t really work is as enigmatic as the failure of the cogito ergo sum.

The ‘Doubt’ is so strong as to infect even the most pius.