Sure, but it’s like stasis. Got to dig it up once in a while lest the burying place be forgotten.
Grok it has to be, strangers even those you close to, and go back again some time if you still have some.
Oh God once I went to a Krishna convention way back and some came from all over the world how exciting they sounded about getting to the here after.
Like there was one. Well there isn’t because this is It, smarter. Lot smarter guys said I’d classically and existentially Nietzche, that all this is eternal reps.
Only a few want a comeback as they are in their skin, but one dare to let go completely and become for ever, every and any man.
Recently aware of this, the universal and the totally perceived unique self, takes every experience as a reduced act, a totally reduced digging of anything in itself or not and taking it on on its most extreme manifestation of egoness, or loss of.
I couldn’t sleep s long time blamed my dad maybe rightly now my daughter can’t , the a while ago my son couldn’t.
Broking is all there is, for events are insulated into their own denomination.
You expect it.
And it becomes.
It becomes a trace that echoes a through eternity, yours, to keep if you want to hold on to it.
But you? No, it never was yours never will be, only stasis, a balancing act, a kind of preformance.
The theatre in the theatre, down the line is retribution, toward it’s absolute, up and down, that is why Deborrah Kart said in a Tennessee Williams play, “I understand everything human”.
Ill show it in a minute.
It is not at all what I expected from remembering ‘Night of the Iguana’ and it has the line ’ nothing human disgusts me’ almost at the very end, but I will put this in at this point anyway, as an example of reality standing by it’s self as in a totality of meaning.
Extended, into any general framework, it may not work.
youtu.be/nU0xCw52YOs