An extension of my previous 2 posts
The reduction to zero has a hidden clause, that all that was gone through before isn't thrown away, and forgotten about, it is simply not used as any sort of proof, but in the mental machinations, they intermingle with our ongoing thoughts, as a chorus that converses about things.
It is never over, when one dies those conversations still go on within others, and in books, films they are preserved in archaic form, which means that they come in a way that is pared down, and are like undigged archeological sites that with the reader's toil give up treasures, which are the spermatozoa of the chorus members giving splendid talking points in the minds of readers, that are not always in a verbal language.
Indeed in music the purest form, are like archeological sites already mined, music is like that, and thoughts that are like music is like the chorus, languorously moving through the infinite and the infinitesimal of all that can be thought, and all that could be thought.
Not knowing is a better term than New Stupidity of course, and Unknowing then has the backing of a perennial mystic text with Clouds in it.
All I purportedly know is just a tiny fraction of what I could know, so when I take it all into consideration it is as if I know nothing.
To actually know things, one needs to be mature, and not a goofball like I am, there has to be a transformation of mind body and soul for knowledge to take shape and influence my words and deeds. For whatever this is, it's silly and infantile, I try to use big words to cover up a little of my insanity, but here I'm also being clear about being a doo doo head.
It is never over, when one dies those conversations still go on within others, and in books, films they are preserved in archaic form, which means that they come in a way that is pared down, and are like undigged archeological sites that with the reader's toil give up treasures, which are the spermatozoa of the chorus members giving splendid talking points in the minds of readers, that are not always in a verbal language.
Indeed in music the purest form, are like archeological sites already mined, music is like that, and thoughts that are like music is like the chorus, languorously moving through the infinite and the infinitesimal of all that can be thought, and all that could be thought.
Not knowing is a better term than New Stupidity of course, and Unknowing then has the backing of a perennial mystic text with Clouds in it.
All I purportedly know is just a tiny fraction of what I could know, so when I take it all into consideration it is as if I know nothing.
To actually know things, one needs to be mature, and not a goofball like I am, there has to be a transformation of mind body and soul for knowledge to take shape and influence my words and deeds. For whatever this is, it's silly and infantile, I try to use big words to cover up a little of my insanity, but here I'm also being clear about being a doo doo head.
46-50, M