On immigrant ... yesterday was a strange day given wild events that most people do not wish to hear as they are loched in on their own ... a natural competition so as to rais sad complaints ... and the leaders will have something to attend to even if not necessary if a greater deal of understanding was available. It seems alien missals are permanent transitions or a form of transactions that cross the fringes of circles ad continuum ... like empty bubbles ... disrupting the environment and few care as long as vocational efficiencies improve until no one is doing anything ... thus nothing in the marketplace ... a conflict of interest?
My response to some company after a bad day and it being nice to converse and communicate of nothing and everything freely (rogue as the leaders would never wish to hear of their flaws causing loss of IQ and dementia ... that would work!
My exchange:
Thank-you. Just for sharing of everything. I feel awkward with my inquisitiveness of everything the great "y" of cosmology. I do believe that is even larger than universal as words go to explain the unusual ... and can we say we are not unusual as we desire being independent but wish to be part of something special (apriorism, as Norm used to say). Now the definition of a priory is something to do with desire and need; which seem to be differentials, thus some sort of schism in the initiation? There the crap started to fly ... probably a bad reality when we should have stayed a twinkle in the parents eye and thus the projection of stars and things are as they are ... not good when we escaped the abstract. They tell be an abstract is a dark dimensionless entity and likely unreal.
Do we folk flip between real and unreal and can't stand our other self as alternate and generally opposed? That's Cos (alternate) and Moes (great aye) reacting over the observation of a conflict and competition ... a separate tyranny from the many tyrannies in the composition of that which forms a hard place for nothing to retreat to in autonomy, or all by oneself. This is good for bits and thus myself is due for a period of wandering off to another place. Where is that place I know nothing about and thus will start all anew of studying flaws in the present rule of fixation and stagnation that causes fermentation and brewing in the still waters. I can't tell much about for the vapors that rise causing uncertainty in a world that declares everything must be ruled and measured when in truth they know nothing about nothing, or not even much of something if you inspect it carefully it must beflawed as somone will want to rule over it without sharing and appreciation or responsibility so that one part of the thing will die. To give the other peace of stillness or a little bit!
Thus I feel myself wander off far enough to be shut up in the other side of the Magi ring of what isolates the parts ... and in the silence I hear some sort of distant sounds like a buzz of faint laughter ... bugs getting ready for to sting? I too like separation for time but not as continuum and thus the book and story must bring out a life from time to time but it shouldn't be a vocation that kills should it? But yet that appears (manifests) itself as an efficiency boss, leader, politician and tyrant at times wishing an out ... and so I depart from where is was ... trying to understand the enigma of humanity searching for unity whe the religious life is split due to petering out ...
Some say Peter didn't want to fish no more ... and was firm on that ... lodging somewhere on a distant shore bouncing like a wave on a fluid support system (Kelpie; stone horse) with deep consequences that we go in for the attempt at resolution and leaving us smewhat green that the object is distant. Thus subject and object in the verbalization that generates a stage for what ever the mystery is ... cause it seems in the greater case we really don't know that much about anything other ... than a small point and that's shaky!
I suspect this is sufficient for leading to non ending communication that another tyranny we be offended by as interference requires at least two to to go at it! Some can go round and round and others are off there and believe everyone else is "off there". Thus the sense of subjectification and objectification of things undifferential except for little bits ... that are something else. Those little bits believe the history of the other bits needs flushing and so we go ... for logic of a need we can never grip. It is just too alien and creepy ... like a Dai of Saints ... vapors? Freudian emotionalism! These needed a veil to collect about ... thus allowing moisture to collect in the wrinkles because the great mother is drying out form so many people looking for blood to make those Celtic roses? Stab holes ... few can rest as drivn to do something to make the opposed settle down ... and so rambling roses that are feinter ... blithering on.
Probably what the great unknown power was looking for a returning word freed from what he put in a bottle at another time and floated it off ... returns are often slow like me as a gene ... sloe gin along ... really not knowing much ... or at least losing it so the entire institution requires re NU Wahl ... as well tromped upon ... implications are vast ... but inexplicable ... outlining the reduction of the infinite to simple ... it is undoable ... and may make someone come undone ...
My response to some company after a bad day and it being nice to converse and communicate of nothing and everything freely (rogue as the leaders would never wish to hear of their flaws causing loss of IQ and dementia ... that would work!
My exchange:
Thank-you. Just for sharing of everything. I feel awkward with my inquisitiveness of everything the great "y" of cosmology. I do believe that is even larger than universal as words go to explain the unusual ... and can we say we are not unusual as we desire being independent but wish to be part of something special (apriorism, as Norm used to say). Now the definition of a priory is something to do with desire and need; which seem to be differentials, thus some sort of schism in the initiation? There the crap started to fly ... probably a bad reality when we should have stayed a twinkle in the parents eye and thus the projection of stars and things are as they are ... not good when we escaped the abstract. They tell be an abstract is a dark dimensionless entity and likely unreal.
Do we folk flip between real and unreal and can't stand our other self as alternate and generally opposed? That's Cos (alternate) and Moes (great aye) reacting over the observation of a conflict and competition ... a separate tyranny from the many tyrannies in the composition of that which forms a hard place for nothing to retreat to in autonomy, or all by oneself. This is good for bits and thus myself is due for a period of wandering off to another place. Where is that place I know nothing about and thus will start all anew of studying flaws in the present rule of fixation and stagnation that causes fermentation and brewing in the still waters. I can't tell much about for the vapors that rise causing uncertainty in a world that declares everything must be ruled and measured when in truth they know nothing about nothing, or not even much of something if you inspect it carefully it must beflawed as somone will want to rule over it without sharing and appreciation or responsibility so that one part of the thing will die. To give the other peace of stillness or a little bit!
Thus I feel myself wander off far enough to be shut up in the other side of the Magi ring of what isolates the parts ... and in the silence I hear some sort of distant sounds like a buzz of faint laughter ... bugs getting ready for to sting? I too like separation for time but not as continuum and thus the book and story must bring out a life from time to time but it shouldn't be a vocation that kills should it? But yet that appears (manifests) itself as an efficiency boss, leader, politician and tyrant at times wishing an out ... and so I depart from where is was ... trying to understand the enigma of humanity searching for unity whe the religious life is split due to petering out ...
Some say Peter didn't want to fish no more ... and was firm on that ... lodging somewhere on a distant shore bouncing like a wave on a fluid support system (Kelpie; stone horse) with deep consequences that we go in for the attempt at resolution and leaving us smewhat green that the object is distant. Thus subject and object in the verbalization that generates a stage for what ever the mystery is ... cause it seems in the greater case we really don't know that much about anything other ... than a small point and that's shaky!
I suspect this is sufficient for leading to non ending communication that another tyranny we be offended by as interference requires at least two to to go at it! Some can go round and round and others are off there and believe everyone else is "off there". Thus the sense of subjectification and objectification of things undifferential except for little bits ... that are something else. Those little bits believe the history of the other bits needs flushing and so we go ... for logic of a need we can never grip. It is just too alien and creepy ... like a Dai of Saints ... vapors? Freudian emotionalism! These needed a veil to collect about ... thus allowing moisture to collect in the wrinkles because the great mother is drying out form so many people looking for blood to make those Celtic roses? Stab holes ... few can rest as drivn to do something to make the opposed settle down ... and so rambling roses that are feinter ... blithering on.
Probably what the great unknown power was looking for a returning word freed from what he put in a bottle at another time and floated it off ... returns are often slow like me as a gene ... sloe gin along ... really not knowing much ... or at least losing it so the entire institution requires re NU Wahl ... as well tromped upon ... implications are vast ... but inexplicable ... outlining the reduction of the infinite to simple ... it is undoable ... and may make someone come undone ...