There isn't really a muse thread.

And then the depth: :: :looking back at you

and then you’re on line again with more slack

and you realize you caught yourself again.

Thanks for reminding me.

Debate as polar is difficult to get use to. More like a plane than a line. More like a volume than a shape.

Not sure if debating a volume in terms of it’s edges leads to a meaningful analysis.

I really suck at debate

That Hume prefigured that argument sowed the seeds for existential doubtful reduction into simplicity is itself a test for a clarity which emulated their very effects, which then were easy to repress, or, contrary, appearing in the guise of freedom.

Such transforms are at times necessary for the elimination of conscious guilt and its suppression into surreliasm. , including those from the world of dreams.

This necessity is a product of political pressures, brought again through abrogation of threatening by darker doubles using politics in a variable quantitative sense. Its ultimate source consists in sympathetic kindness. The other side brings mallebility into the realm of possible critical states approaching self defeating and chaotic panic. and chaos.

Political foes must come to some terms of agreement if, they be to survive, even at the point of apparent collusion.

On the other hand, honesty and fidelity needs to flourish, in such unlikely situation.

Mallebility is what I understand You are alluding to, as the apparent reduction from the volume through the linear. That this is possible , butunlikely in the average person, for such a person would not be able to tolerate it. Its like reversal of prpgressip from the linear to the identifiable process without all the missed steps along the way.

Back@,

WTF mate? Bro? Fellow_planateer? Universe_Co-habitent?

What story shall we weave today?

Thought game.

IF this (inclusive) experience is about the assurance of life and its ability to evolve, presumably to better survive, then…

Which is the best species among us to carry life forward?

.its always the man in the middle, who not only proves inviolate, but foreseeable.

Such a man can test the reality of his being within such parameters, when its no longer the process of him being chosen by constituency, but rather it is his choice of what constitutes him.

And what can be his constitution ? To be able to be intra/inter specie.

Sloths… for the meek shall inherit the earth.

Meno, I do not agree with the criticism of your intelligence. Depth, breadth, and sensitivity, and an always “full” sort of constitution are the colors I see on the horizon. Bravo. I appreciate your prose. Thanks you.

MagsJ, a pleasant surprise, thanks you for gracing these digs. Sloths, they are an interesting choice. Someone I became quite fond of sparing with was fond of the expression “slow and steady wins the race” That does involve a sort of meekness. Not so much for winning but for the steadiness in process.

Thanks all through I wonder about very deeply hidden irony. The best are indistinguishable and opaque.

For that reason the safest is to lie low and assume one can never really know.

For me, its not purely a matter of intelligence but a strange way of apprehension as perhaps Rudolf Steiner would have it. This stretch perhaps is supported by unusual phenomena generated at a point of intersection.

Some doubt this but the focus on it bring probability closer to certainty.

And I can’t help thinking that You are beginning to suspect the defining mode of slippage from reason to its contrary.

Pls. Don’t let it bother You.

i admit it that your post is really sound asuming. hehe…

Prediction. That is the test of knowing for me. I have been involved with a few subjects which are inventions of man that do fall within an extremely predictable outcome. That is the best of what I can know. The further away from our invention the less I feel is knowable. Too many variables we couldn’t account for.

There aren’t many circumstance that come along that baffle me with regards to commercial printing. The variables are quantifiable and their relationships well understood. The process is understandable.

Life in general and what we run up against aren’t so well definable. The variables less quantifiable, and their relationships misunderstood.

I believe beyond that, only belief is left.

I find it ironic that mathematically Pi is an approximation, yet so much is mathematically based on it. And it works depending on how far out or how narrowly you carry out the decimal places. Out past 10K of decimal positions seems overkill.
That’s ironic.

And if that qualifies me as slipping from reason to it’s contrary? Perhaps the limits of reason are recognizable.

As prediction, You’re not much of a soothsayer. The mechanics of the future will require much more 0’s in front of pi, and only if you give in to relative spacetime, will You dampen Your response conditional to current predictable human inventions.

Is the gate, consisting of and through Preception, closing or opening at this shortening time , defines Your limits to recognizable reason, through which , at a critical moment, we must choose between the point at which we can separate our reason from its negative, and thus define it!

It is harder to win here on this battlefield then it is on the real one.

Man, let me and Uni chew on it for a while. Honest. Not all that sure where you’re coming from, slow, like sloth thinking. And I’ll have my legs under me, (fingers crossed) in no time.

Feet? Under? Me? LOL. Feels good to let it go.

Removed

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Come on meno_ Your remark was valid. Maybe a bit blistering in it’s criticism but I think valid just the same.

“Ibid” a reference used in footnotes to indicate the source has come from the same place.

That’s valid. How big a source change can take place in the matter of a few days past?

Slow and steady, isn’t going to reveal big changes.

I want to find god, but not a god that can’t deal with it’s own creation. Faith should never require one to ignore reality. Faith should never require someone to dismiss questions, to deny what is.

That choice perhaps rests on my shoulders , and I do have a habit of taking it out on others. I hope I am learning a little bit at a time. If there is a god that can stand up to the details, I sure hope I am not a “sinner” in its eyes, cause I sure as hell am aware that I am a sinner in the eyes of every god man has concocted thus far. Man made gods are like that.

At best all I have is a feeling and a guess to go by. Oh lucky me!

No problem the conventional god appears unconcerned and even cruel. And it appears as if there were two gods,with Satan being the other one, but pride got into his head and wanted to become as God , even if he was merely a fallen angel

there are many forms of gods, Seraphims, reflecting Msn’ s inner nature.

But the question becomes one of connecting the Outer and the sinner God.

This is probably why mystics and hermits suffer for being inner directional, upon the outer directional’s altar, the can not accept suffering, sacrifice, and demolition of the self, they broken these as too steep a price to pay for their faith.

IT IS A very difficult and painful toad to follow the calling of the Absolute.

But at the very end of the road it has to BE

I agree, unfortunately few live aware of even the notion. And likely 90% of those feel the hell in it, when it is actually of haven.

Oh lucky me!

And I am certain there are far more mundane topics we could debate.

For example. What is your flipping native language, cause half the time you sound like you are talking gibberish. I will draw you no quarter on sentimental accounts (ok, maybe I’ve drawn you a quarter of a quarter.) Don’t you bother to proof language used against meaning intended or do you intend to obscure the meaning of what you write? And you didn’t even bother sending me the secret super hero decoder ring in that box of Cracker Jack you sent.

peanuts and a prize.

Yeah Mowk, I am a kind of hybrid on languages, and they, for they are at times purposefully dissociated bm, I guess , as a challenge , to have some decode the intended meaning.

Sorry about missed promises not kept, and a lot of it You mustt forgive me for.

Literate. Illiterate, figurative can all be de- differentiated in use, and with You I have been harshly perhaps bland about those challenges .

Its always more difficult and maybe even confusing to be all that literally, in an age of abstract expressionism, and though I don’t mimic styles like Ulysses, or Joyce , with You, o have given signals in accord , and You escape into the more concrete constructions of this other lyricist, who ventures into the realm of practical knowledge of a future rebirth.

I can see how someone can fear association with the abstract, obfuscating any reclusive attempt of getting to the bottom of it. In this day of age, bereft of magic and infinite possibility.

You are a modern man a realist, and the bad part shared almost certainlying retakes , as the twilight of relationships.

That I share that, is proof certain in my mind, that those boundaries are sacrascent, and this found through experience.(As between marital partners primarily.

Cops hate domestic violence because they almost always get placed into the fray of ire of the combatants, as when hen they make up.

For me it is a matter, noblisse oblige.of holding the fort. , notate how out of hand it gets, inscribed onto the abstract mind settings however strangely woven.

For me this is liberating, and Gertrude Stein, inaffibly yet mysteriously hidden within the bowels of unreason, finding , figuring some one. to excavate him from the more golden message of another far away place.

Found a delectable reference, totally unexpectedly , and began a quest to start Jung’s Red Book. Maybe will find something there to share. Have You come across it?

It was never published for sale. but distributed privately to friends, only much later, after his death, that it became public domain.

Any way sorry for misjudging Your sensitivity, may be it is a mistake to presume, so, coming from a corsened life experience, which is really old hat, not at all stirring any feelings of bad repartee, to get back at some minor skirmish.

I could surprise by using four letter words, fuck that, its not here and now appropriate.

But I’m trying to develop more stylistic unity, but if it appears that I’m cut up, that’s because being exposed to being cut up, in its beat up context. - the beat period : ( the beat-nick sense)

The most astounding piece of writing for that genre, Celine Long Journey Into Night, Ramboue, and Kerouac’s Lonesome Traveler.