Phenetic Collocation

“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.

Belonging.

Accidents Happen, Coincidence is Plenty

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.

Mental and Imaginary Event

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)

Someday, To Be Able To Tell The Weather And Thought

Someday, To Be Able To Tell The Weather And Thought

Bright clouds and sinking harmonies:

making of destiny

Brightened mists and foggy glow

through obscured visions

Atmospheres of melody, sinking

covering grounds in the same fog

Glowering intensity and measuring

fraught insistence and mesmerizing

Beyond sense, these portions of imagined

slandering, covering the earth in thickened

Weathering, the distress in nimbostratus

what’s coming, these tell tale signs

Reading Lorentzian possibilities

gathered in sunken refrain

Metachromatic off-key stances

the music in the weathered

The faint, faint harmonious need

to be in key, to be tuning

These revelations to sense, to comradery

to differences in stance and belief

Weather played out musically

the events as they are happening

Not because they must happen

but because they do

The chair still emptied, not determined

but honest and true

Contrasts of insight and decision

basking in the foggy glow again

Searching through the potentials of thought

rummaging melodically, methodically

Making it rain,

imagining a closeness

Place. Meant.

Wider margins of doubt, more possible alternatives, the margin of necessary wrong, wild guesses and random seeming selection and identification procedures, illusions of time and space instead of motion and field: shapeliness. The unwillingness to be wrong or mistaken and the necessity of mythology to reason, mindful trickery. So easily demeaned as wrong or inaccurate […]

Place. Meant.