There is a business built on the idea that competition is best (at least for the winner) an herein an internalized concern ... of what does competition of extreme type cost? Some say that WW2 cost 60 MM souls. Were they all rich folk or was the tilt towards the demographic (the complex per capita-like thing that baffles some folk that worry too much about physical gains more than mental lifts). It perhaps accounts for the large numbers of poor folk today having second thoughts about the process while the endowed remain unsatisfied as they've really turned that kind of thought off in their computer, it is sort of like a bug in the computing system.
The life-death conflict is god's possession and yet some believe they have the right to over-ride this nurturing power that leans towards teaching while the counter-god is ... well something else again and off-base as not understanding the well-ground golden rule. Some of the populace reaches for it and the fighters ... well, they just try and dismiss it ... resulting in nothing that you can reclaim. That's just how it goes like Sky-lar'd poetry, words with understanding that is slick ... greased as lightening ...
Thus endowed we rush back into it for populace control ... when would it be better if we learned more under that: "teach my children" when education and that complex needs formula coasts ...
The powers chose death as the incarnation goes ... because some powers declare we are ever closer to doomsday ... especially given the knowledge to self restrict and eliminate ... an array of closed circles and bursting things ... mitochondrial matter ...
Then there is the issue of demos unplanned populace ... based on The People of the Lie (Scot Peck) it an the companion piece In Heaven as on Earth bring a state of the outside psyche down for a visit to the bottom end. Of course these are literature of psychology and that would be enough to scare fork off under the rule that complex things of neurology keep the physical folks at bae! There we part as the demiurge leaves ... departs for wherever souls go for relief ...
I don't know about you but it seems we know very little about this complex; while alas there are those that boast they know everything because some teacher told the students to be proud as they learned everything from the grounded teacher ... that hadn't been farther than a teaching institution that was well bounded ... knowledge being chained down by desire to do random activities without a thought ...
One has to ask where do heroes go considering the substitution of "h" (Semitic spacer) with "n" (noetic nothing) is logical?
Thus Nero and sky clouded with smokers ... as the burned earth policy is applied ... with soot the Runic alphabet may have been devised to sketch out where to chip rocks for an impression on the ground that supports us ... implications of this tale? Too hard to take someone said so physical medicine replaced the holy Stix approach ... the system ended at IX ... nein?
Imagine abstracting something from that ... its Kate! Like thin Isis ... the fall through leaves a mark counter to that demand to walk softly ...
As word builds so doth complexity of tongues because of the clustering effect ... and still even less is known because of the scattering ...
There are folk that do have this diabolical fear of darkness, obscurity and frightening word and thus eternal flames as they are opposed to the night where dreams are obscured ... it may be a metaphor to a closed book in the physical world ... in the abstract it rather like something else ...
Alice ... don't read it it ... don't even look there might be attachments ... tangs of Po' ...
Confined in fear she wrote about breaking out ... the log of a wild Boyd item ... floater gone adrift! There'd be the catch to the myth ... fissure in space?
Ripper in Black Lace ... so we conclude in the raw ... as it started with a bump in the night! Nacht 'd ...
Can we abstract, imagine, or make unreal the rationale for making more and more rules for the advantaged to find a way to avoid them ... gives vocation to lawyers and Sadducees ... considerable seduction in the fair ways I've mist ... there a thin pathway ... unobserved by those clearing the land of most everything they can make prodigal ... not a light vocation!
Then the flap of the gobies ... relatives of the albatross ...
If heaven is a state of mind ... it it conned there and thus beyond those that are in an emotional state? I say this with consideration that it seems that heaven is a quieter place than its alternate?
This raises another matter: if what one says reflects on the state of heart ... would there have to be two hearts; one golden the alternate darkened in the flaming state? May account for fluttering flashing and those slipping out for a flap in the free ... from the sur-Eli thing!
Thus criticism is out and corruption is allowed to run free ... part of some plan that had no reservations ...
Is there some place where this folly is sealed out? Thus books with tight seals ... so the demonstrative ones cannot object cynically! That could make it appear (incarnate) badly for the uppers ...
Is there a place for Foucault's Pendulum that actually swings in a circle over the day. Could this be a sign for unseen momentum? Spinning momentum is sometimes labelled inertia ... and the non scientific would deny that icon as kind 've dizzying! That pendulous thing has actually been novelized ... very stirring ... eh!
In the heavens can light travel more straight lines until encountering dense matter? How does one abstract that in the open? You can't thus muddied waters ... clearly it can't be so ... because of all that needs to be adorned and dressed down in the depths ... tis hot there when tending the fires below the horizon. Provides explanation for shameful emotional obscuration's ... and the need for question!
Like the beast in Moby Dick ... up she comes raging and blanched as a blank slate ... Ahab is consumed. Did you understand the meaning of Ahab in Semitic? Very consumptive ... stories involving entanglement ... physicians try and set it to mathematical rule ... but it tends to radical and unpredictive means ...
Thus mores to read into ... if you 've had a touch of ethic thing ... essentially a hard wrap? Ongoing myth ... soul bending powers are there ... if you have a feeling for the abstract ... more ultimate than some absolute that is of stones nature ... a stiff coming to life? How to staff such a vocation ...
People say there is no mystery? What a claim ... like a hole spot in a difficult place ... or a Cave down in GEO Ghia ... constructed for fiddling with god knows what ... bats and other fey things ... some say faith-ings that is a hanging participle! Participles are critical; as de siblings ... an alternate relief character ... some peddling involved!
Government has little idea of the consequences if gone about po' Lier Lea than expected ... thus stacked odds! That's the dirt ...
Does a full perspective of god require an open heart-mind complexity so as to allowing the melting down of a crude heart to get a gold pellet to fire through a device for examining a spectra? Do angles count ... as in critical lines of approach? This can avail peculiar emissions if concentrated by some means ...
Then mortals generally hate a lot of means and milieu ... soul and spirit? Hollow ghosts are enough to generate hard spots in deep space like Earth ... a base of a grand myth of Psyche and Sophia that are accepted as non existent devices ...
You may take this as stupid illumination and thus the darker enlightenment or spin off Gabriel ... Marah's mentor? --- speaking in tongues of mother hoo'd ... done the unspeakable! Literary device? Possibly something related to Ray Shell and what Katy did in the steppes to get vile monarchs burned deeply ... prai rae pyres ...
With access to a lot of unused word and another world of understanding you can make up way to talk to self about criticalities ... especially in the normal ways of mortal!
What is this foreign sense of self that we're supposed to confront in silence when with an alien and so much info to exchange ...?
Makes me thing of light at the well with a strange woman and rules of discussion with anyone but the bridled ... by marriage with a brute ...
Tis like a soul-spirit fracture ... a pall line of smoke laid down ... is it ham or fish they are preparing ... down there on Canned Dais Mountain wool'vere Eid from emotions dousing good sense?
Freudian Vapor makes another debut ... and few have any idea about the demi urge ... from either side ... then it produces copy ... inking black mystic on the cat's tail ... medium made from rheid ... pliable earth cautiously baked. Imagine the stories written off, on the face of the dirt ...
Deep in the desire an urge to put it to writ ... no mental bloc, or baulk! Am I off topic again and speaking to things greatly misunderstood? Do it when it strikes ... thought is sometimes random as a quantum field ... RAM? If someone controls your cell are you limited and restricted in exponent!
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