Oceans within earth wave in light without perspective doubts outstanding.
If you drown you were innocent: detriment of fact which finds itself.
Oceans within earth wave in light without perspective doubts outstanding.
If you drown you were innocent: detriment of fact which finds itself.
The ways of attention, the given references to the stacks left wonderment and the times needed to intensify the ideas of the great beyond, of that which is unseen. The ease of assumption and application of meaning to events that coincide or signify others, of all the ways in which connection becomes something else, a miracle or magic to invest in. Instances of semblance and resembling actions already taken or noted, the mischief in individualist action and the assumptive process of crowds. Simplicity and expectation taken to measure the resounding reference of identifying mental event and working for attachment or meaning without really intending to, the ways in which we automatically compartmentalize that which happens to us or that which doesn’t, the automatic repetitions of space and reference we wouldn’t even notice that we make. A coincidence is plenty, and accidents happen far beyond any meaning or application of intensity that we could come up with, bargains for the space necessary to legitimate wonder and confusion, for time beyond that instant gratification of mystical claiming needed to investigate the reality of whatever mental event could reckon attention, could make a sense of togetherness feel more possible or the weight of individuality seem more bearable. Dreams and visions, the exactitude of garnering weights of passage beyond the ease of claimant mysticism, beyond the fervor of religion and outside the constraints of skeptical refrain, the possibilities to remain open and a closure themselves in persistence and attention: given another glance, the capabilities of flesh compared with the overwhelming sense of spirit, of that which is beyond human understanding but which still gives us some forms of presence. As the wind, we know not where it comes from or where it is going, we try to name and claim based on what facts could be gathered of such instances, of coincident, of accident, but fall short in base absolutions and assumptions readied to apply and displayed as though the only option of meaning were already applied, already absolute, already a sure sight of significance with no option for mystery or unknowing. Be comfortable not knowing, understanding the tricks and gimmicks easily applied and convincingly misused for the sake of supposed knowledge, for absolute answers where there really are none. Leave alone the possibility, remarks of passing worried refrain and diligence in seeking out reality from concentrated levies of mystifying signs and easily taken regard in ambiguity and great guessing. Fabricative coincidence for guessing games of similar instancing or multiplexing in a multiverse with the ambiguity of validity: it’s a certain grouping mechanism and great guessing based on potentiality and repetition with monotony most of the time, practiced closeness and mystifying potentials garnered weights of passage slightly above chance and forever removed from humane regards of thought and its predicaments. The ease and magic of reading, of the potentials we form for words even before they’re seen or spoken, of the predetermination that does not decide free will, that only really works because of so many potentials for other instances that could work or become likely enough, of the chance and change of volatile nature that reckons with the prefabricated parts of the mind to become measures of freedom and the freedom of choice and individual speculation. Any possible action could pass through my mind, any imaginable choice could become a real option, but doesn’t, and needn’t. Doxastic responsibility for epistemological normativity: the responsibility for unconscious urges or for that which is beyond control in conditioning of environments over long periods of time, products of environment to a certain degree applying whatever meaning we have been conditioned with oftentimes without even meaning to. Responsible seeking of the great beyond and that which tends to hold attention or garner interest based on conditioned environments and formulaic assumptions of past and future, of the here and now. What gets or is given attention, supposedly, and the obviousness of the ambiguity of validity: if ambiguous enough, any amount of guessing could seem accurate to a situation, and if practiced enough in monotonous and repetitive space, could try and attach meaning to any action as though some form of reaction or etcetera. In hopes for discernment, patience and diligent seeking of the reality of the situations made from mental event, given as unreal monuments of possibility and taken for absolute meaning. Diligence and the timing of forethought that needn’t be applied to great guessing games of the fake meaning given any amount of plain coincident or accident. Accidents happen, coincident is plenty.
(Imagists)For the Image…
To the masses of atmosphere coalescing in the earth to conform and confront a new shapeliness that’s always existed:
The guessing for mental and imaginary event and the supposed limits of thoughtlessness in free thought and wonderment, the need for sameness and the imagining of newness, no matter is created nor destroyed, this all existed but these differences in similarity move past any need to assimilate and ask differentiation in light between that which is of the senses and that which is source-less electric within. As if certain shades could help or cure calamitous wonderment, the imagined weight to the light at the center of the planet, a dark light that must exist but cannot. These electrical to chemical convergences of matter in productions of mental and imaginary event, the metal between dimensions the framework of path and pattern, shapeliness beyond in the predispositions of space to form or there truly is only void…origins of void or space? Word or breath? Pressures of depth testing or the certitude of moving shapeliness to form: gas, liquid, and solid realities of shifting between fractions of wrenches and the spaces left uncertain. Morphological structure and the want to formulate the pre-existing patterns or potentiality in nature, these caverns or gaseous bubble spaces, a chasm or chamber or vaporizing, pressurized space. Pattern from other path, these inevitable hexagons and the formulaic exactitude of semblance in growth, that which belongs to a place or has value according to certain surroundings. What tends to accumulate, to grow, to hold place and have value for certain areas? The tendency in plants to respect ecology and elders…The sources of decidable shapeliness and the structures of growth, phosphorus and the inescapable smoke, caverns spewing sulfur and nociception, non-sense wholism and the Gaia theories of shallow connectivity and assumption, the lies of unification and the need for deviating pattern and path. Form from the earth, from shapeliness in christaline pattern to globular masses, or from rain in globular masses vaporized (not frozen), to christaline path. Density and the chambers necessary to vaporizing shapeliness and pattern from falling curvature: path, density, volume and the weightlessness of water fallen to earth, masses of atmosphere, dispersing parts of moisture with constantly inconsistent temperature. Infinite sources of shapeliness, infinite forms of possibility and potentiality, all of which has been formed before. As of before…Finite. Imaginary infinitum and the source-less electric coalescing shapeliness from the strands of life that seem so similar and deviate readily. The same number as in a blade of grass, these humours of cavities composing bodily limit, the most minute of particular wave and placement in timeliness, these senses’ belonging, fit to formulaic potentiality. Points at which biological factors induce timing, circadian rhythms and senescence, difference and defense.
Dense immensities beyond space
immersive exactititudes of pressure
undefinable, indeterminable distance
void shapeliness, a corner of light
passing through an emptied space
light filtered dimensions disappeared a room imagined
to collapsing expansion
exacted spinning in the curves
of the leftover parts of angle
Now, carefully draw a line
of event horizon—
“The transcendental imagination is without a homeland.” Heidegger.
Imaginary a space and the indicatives of timing in the concentrations of attention or the relevance of reference in accordance with the potentials of already existing data and the limits of that which must be formed anew. The impressions of data in elicitation and the realizations of possibilities in triviality and the ever constant pull of same-ness and proximities triumphing over the more accurate and real, the paradox and parable in the phenetic actuality of real connectivity. Structureless shapeliness and the changing of a limb of thought like a snowflake falling to different patterns according to the atmosphere, grew another dimension and then melted it away, prisms of light instantaneously portraying image and picture, in no particular place, storing these visions and compliments of scenery in potentials and gradients for future shapeless patterns. These quadrants of digestion to exist and take apart that which has never been seen before, that which without perspective could never be heard. These other dimensions in mind, never given a perspective, cannot be real? Or can make false reality from physiological constructs response to imagined stimulus? These other worlds within us, of silence clarity and stillness, of things that do not exist anywhere else in this universe of constant motion and sound and noise: actual silence, actual stillness, imaginings of a present moment, now a past. Still frame capturing parts of motion that we then fill in for with Fourrier transforms, imagined fluidity creating parts of dimension in motion and imagination, new shapeliness to form image and texture, to create a space in which something within could be recognized. Newness becoming the boundary limits to potential and gradient, the data itself the path itself, data the nutrients necessary to physiological constructs of risk assessments and global alarm mechanisms, the ways in which new data reforms old, and the possibilities in anything being actually new. The fragments of any other path to be found, the same letters or basic body, forming something new, forming new limits of possible creation in the future, stopping points of form to solidify change within boundaries of what has been created in the past. Similarities and paradox in structure or bodily limit, the shallows of patterns of indicatives based on these faint aspects of evolutionary structure, that one cannot help but share, compared with the comparison of the deeper aspects of phenetic collocation, especially in imaginary and mental event, which are physiological constructs.
McSweeney’s 2000 “We are bored by entertainment, and entertained by boredom. Why shouldn’t we have slaves if we want them?” p.42 Pollack, Neal, Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature, McSweeney’s, 2000God Bless the U.S.A. — Wandering Alone in the Library
“The psychic always has the tendency to reduce the acts of the spiritual person to (its) own limited categories” -Jean Yves LeLoup
The ephemeral distance between thoughts, the given anecdotes to distraction and the want for focus, the details and humdrum converging in limits to condone wonder: what tends to hold attention, what parts of thought are deemed important enough to actually participate in the medium of the mind and how many thoughts do we imagine or have that are never actually noticed? That which is just beyond thought and the thoughtfulness it takes to wonder about it, strange instances of conundrum and paradox, conversions of space that continually change and manifest more distances and possibilities in the spaces between wondering. Excitements and presentations of interest, the focal points of intensity and the ways in which voice is noticed internally: wind blowing through empty spaces of contemplation and deriving the postulates of contriving impression or actuality in mental event. At what point is it an actual mental event? How far and removed from any number of them could anyone be or become? Physiological constructs of imaginary spaces, of thought, mental and imaginary event consorting in focal devoid patterns according to potential and gradient, according to free will and the ability to actually focus upon any given matter. What differences would there be beyond record, and how close could any really get to the actual instance of thought or imagining? Impressions of space and the contrivances of manipulation, easily seen and avoidable messes of consciousness assured of absolutes and conditioning according to potential alone, as though that were all we really are…areas of the brain lit with excitement, dualism automatically incorrect, the distance from physiological presence imaginable, and as real to me as imaginary space: dualism and monism, that we cannot be separated from these physiological forms but is it possible we actually create imaginary spaces from physical space that exists? Could both simultaneously be correct? The doubtful concordances of interest and the want for the matter of mind to be recorded accurately, how far could we separate these simple machines from the ghosts within them? How far could thought be from the body and how close to actual record of it have we really gotten? Fallible writing, as close as one could get to the actual instance, but still far and removed: thoughtlessness and nothingness in writing and the distances imagined between thought and its record. Is writing actual record of imaginary and mental event, or something else? A formulate of the spaces between these simple machines and the ghosts within them or wanted record of the possibilities in inspiration and potentials being met as we make them for ourselves. Free thought and the want for accurate record of imaginary and mental event, of the distances from physiological space that are possible in imagination and inspiration, the exactitudes of excitement and impressions of reality from space that is anything but. Imagining ways to thoughtfulness, to constructs of thought and its capabilities, of that which could be imagined separated from these simple biological machines and the need for accurate record. It is a physiological construct of data regardless, and depends upon sense to be described: imagining these separations may be as close to any actual separation as we ever get. If I imagined it hard enough, I could be a glass of water, and everything and everyone in my environment would agree with me. I don’t want to trust my imagination for reality, but is it possible that non-matter and non-space manifest from within physiological construct? What aspects of spirituality are allowed in this type of discussion and where does that leave thought and its accurate record?
*Gilbert Ryle, Descartes (Ghosts in a machine)