Meaning a quest, of willful per scripting of affordability of principal(s).
Hope the untrusting evil doubter may abide by the mysterious challenges posed by the ancient wit of numbers.
Don’t worry, no one will see this as a deliberate attempt to obsqutcate for such is the price of admission to the solitary journey to an ab-solved underworld.
So,hark, we are oblige noblesse, still connected under the most elaborate of radars.
Have a thing due at midnight & … yada. Will catch up with threads later.
Thanks, me-too here as well known to burn midnight oil.
Do you find you are addicted to a simply irresistible love?
Has it got you tightly wound up in its geodesics, spinning like a top?
Past the point of no return far off into the event horizon?
God did that… and only God can get you out alive.
If it is his will, of course. And yours (optional, though never counter to it).
Oh woops where am I? #buttdial
Very briefly, God got mr, out. While letting me stay in, pre the sustaining roles of aesthetic imagination, as existence being a primary yet apparently counter continuation that art defines as a necessarily derived condition . If we were ever exposed the the Original.
5 options:
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Something like Paul’s thorn.
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Something like a deceiver/familiar spirit.
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Science… well, technology.
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Either way, if your focus is on the Good, it’ll all turn back that way.
Only gave passage for the first one. Others by request cuz I’z hungry.
Yes, although.
The metamorphosis of narcissus and The Great Transformation link up or approach through the necessary link up near what they used to call biblically the end of time.
That architectural matrix, fearfully holding on a thread of immense gargantunian elastic strength, and contains all the objects of the most remote proximity to its own absolute containment:
Where those like Paul can withstand the eternal pressure of the absolute of infinitely near(almost ).
The miracles start rolling in, but not where a myopic familiarity can regurgitate the primary image as a mere reflection of basic autoreflexive images, yet humanly only human must rest that iota of code genetic, which is the primary characterization of the into genesis of semblance.
The resamblance toward the recognition of a prefabrication as an eternal process,can not achieve this, the all inclusive transcendental object has to cut away from the image as a recollected image of it’s self, as the end through time recognizes it’s own. and It’s Own familiar architectural limit: that insides in the Great ( late) Transformation.
That return to another imminence of recollected images, eventually develops a general recollective power of forming the relationally imbued channels of the cut away matrix, that begins over, conditionally a revocation of objects (anthropomorphism-objects of literal veneration of the identified source of basic reflection)
Neurons, synapses and functions the perform/preform:
Interesting inclusion of idiot savant digitalcommons.dartmouth.edu/cg … text=facoa
Yes, a near absolute faith of this image grounded in a preconditioned state of grace, is a hidden force or energy , which will make straight the way of the lost sheep and retain the creative imaginary landscape to sustain the power of the imagination.
Word.
From The Word & through all of the instinctive sun- textual images in-between, it has become obvious that lot’s reading necessitates synaptic closure between Witt’s stein and the absolved/absolution of backward chanelled missed reactive revisions- may take as much time as the beginning of the new year, that would coincide with a return from an/ the old world revisited in conjunction with.
phenomeno: don’t even begin to understand where this comes from ( source) or, where it was bound to go two… and then today the globe bal village came as abruptly, as if, and all the unexpected people came to visit, to account for their presence, for they are still little, boys drawn to some force del destiny, filling up the bubble of the voided nihil, withou which.
And the beat goes on, and sunny still sunny and the beat goes on, making one just another in-remarkable point in this cosmic/comic space …
See you guys back after a soujourn not lasting more than it was meant to.
Chow
I gave 3 books to 1 of my philosophy classes by way of apology for disruptions this semester. I’ll always be a weirdo. Only One needs to get me.
Your little boy was one. And Dostoyevsky’s idiot. And Sartre’s actor & martyr. I couldn’t finish. Silence for a while from me.
In a perpetual multiverse, the Word has no beginning or end. it is what it is:
The reality we inhabit (the Word) and are composed of is not merely physical.
What is your evidence of a (perpetual) multiverse? Is it fractalicious?
From example stential necessity, meaning an intuitive approach is testament to a mobius, fed back perpetuity, that has to be lived to be believed.
Then reversely has to believed to live.
Without that the loop does not feed back , diminishing the connective curve into a gradual flat line.
Multiplicity of the smallest particles to the ones still visible in spite of increasing space/time stretch of the visible, correlated with the conception of an approach toward a limitless limit, as the absurd reduction toward a singular undivided entity works on the comparable multiplicity of pointillistic expansion of quantity, where the progressively increased points of referential design can’t keep up from the appearent collapse into singularity.
The metamagical collapse, I think Hoaffstadter described for certain functional derivatives suffers a black hole horizon effect,
This is strictly speculative, but at certain functions there may be fed back tubes, and may be even corresponding to the bicameral brain.
It feels like you’re either talking about the light cone or desynthesis. Or seeing is believing. Or we love as loved first… like the npn circuit.
It takes some God-sized balls to make the first move, especially if it’s, “We’re good. I’m sorry.” Especially if you feel you did nothing wrong.
Oldest good first move in the book, though.
We’re good got good intentions , and there are certain things:
Moral justifications, for one, the almost sacrifice sanct preconditions which have an irrevocable bond to the image, the image of duplex, of an aesthetic, irrevocable value:
Those tarnished now browned out images of what fleur-de mal are made. That withstand even the erosion of time, for the architecture of passing can not exempt it’s eternal evocation up or down the staircase, as I remember Mondrian no( I’ll look at up it’s too early to think clearly or think at all) noted as he broke through impression into the over the top expression of the turn-around,
Yes memory fades with the photograph, it even reacts, Henry Miller started in Paris as a pornographer, and in a way even fine art has bourgoning attempts to break through the modestly appraised understatements which have filtered the ancient archytipical exposure of a very literate time, albeit, with a foreshadowing of covering up, for the sake of the progression of figurative development , the material bound for the ideal good, as an aesthetic goal.
The goal trap had many come to believe that a pre figured , objectless, Freudian unhappiness need but a Wilhelmina reich , to turn back time, a time eviscerated of content, of pleasure, even if the most can be said after twilight is that the sun also rises after dark.
The investment and the investiture follow a parallel course .