Terxpahseyton
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To substantiate the title of this thread, I am going to take you on a ride.
The verdict is in, through and at the end of it. Skip any of those three, and you may as well just move on.
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State of lack of thoughts.
Pure being.
(Meditation.)
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Most broadly it means anything anyone ever was. (Hey!)
But more narrowly, it IMO seems to encompass a state of total reflection. A state where outside stimuli have disappeared and oneself is a hall of mirrors.
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Imagine being a dog. Why not be my girl. Her name is Lara. Her is a picture.
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Lara has a rich emotional life. She can be bored, relaxed, cozy, tense, suspenseful, playful, aggressive, friendly, sad, out-going, angry, impatient, hungry, thirsty, full, confused, curious and about a million other words.
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She can have to take crap or piss, can be indignant, have an appetite for wild grass, feel lonely or welcomed, feel excited or remember those long gong or rejoice those always there.
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In fact. I have a hard time to think of something which I can feel and she can not.
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Oh I can name conglomerations! Exhilaration in the process of enjoying a fantastic party or getting to be intimate with a desirable women or writing a great story!
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But I am not sure those things stand for actual feelings which are beyond what Lara feels. Can I be more happy, pleased, excited, exhilarated, pushed, energized than Lara? Once I break it down I feel that if anything my base feelings are actually inferior to her capacity to feel.
THE CONGLERMATE
It seems to me that I just have big conglomerates of words describing what I feel.
I have clusters of meanings.
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For instance the joy I have in writing this peace is clearly there. I enjoy doing it. Lara can not.
Does this mean I know actual, clear, distilled experiences she can not?
I suggest no.
It does not.
It, so I would like to have you consider - only means that I can wrap and entangle and encapsulate and designing and structure a vast web of experiences.
And in the process of, to stick with the introductory example, writing this peace, I can draw upon this web. Use it. Enjoy. Cherish. Have it grow. Have it grow me.
And for all the beauty and creativity of it I think, in the end, I just have got a drawer full of caskets of primal emotions any tramp dog will experience.
The only difference is I can use them on, more or less, indirect purpose. By structuring my doing. For instance within the structure of this piece of writing.
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The point I am no more. I just control.
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Art is such control in purity. It means to focus on construing said webs in ways which more or less - enchant us.
And while that is all good.
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That is power
That is control.
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To return to the title:
That I would like to have you image, consider, and utopian best experimentally embrace - is also our undoing.
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Because if unreflected.
If unchecked.
If allowed to have free reign.
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Then, chains form. The power of the WORD is too great to control out of the wrist.
It will control you. Corrupt you. Tell you. Direct you.
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Structure
You
Structure
Society.
And in the end.
Structure reigns over being
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And we have our heads full of thoughts we can not handle.
Innocence lost, born out of what we wanted to control, control went the way of the Terminator.
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My POV may be flawed. (and please point out how, while noticing it)
But I think it got value.
And there is an easy test.
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The test is to let go of words and see what is happening to you.
I don't expect it. But if you are some particularly ballsy dude perhaps you can share your experience trying it.
Right now, I personally lack the balls. 'Cause in the midst of strangers any reasonable person will probably be afraid of humiliation. So am I.
The verdict is in, through and at the end of it. Skip any of those three, and you may as well just move on.
---
State of lack of thoughts.
Pure being.
(Meditation.)
---
Most broadly it means anything anyone ever was. (Hey!)
But more narrowly, it IMO seems to encompass a state of total reflection. A state where outside stimuli have disappeared and oneself is a hall of mirrors.
---
Imagine being a dog. Why not be my girl. Her name is Lara. Her is a picture.
---
---
Lara has a rich emotional life. She can be bored, relaxed, cozy, tense, suspenseful, playful, aggressive, friendly, sad, out-going, angry, impatient, hungry, thirsty, full, confused, curious and about a million other words.
---
She can have to take crap or piss, can be indignant, have an appetite for wild grass, feel lonely or welcomed, feel excited or remember those long gong or rejoice those always there.
---
In fact. I have a hard time to think of something which I can feel and she can not.
---
Oh I can name conglomerations! Exhilaration in the process of enjoying a fantastic party or getting to be intimate with a desirable women or writing a great story!
---
But I am not sure those things stand for actual feelings which are beyond what Lara feels. Can I be more happy, pleased, excited, exhilarated, pushed, energized than Lara? Once I break it down I feel that if anything my base feelings are actually inferior to her capacity to feel.
THE CONGLERMATE
It seems to me that I just have big conglomerates of words describing what I feel.
I have clusters of meanings.
---
For instance the joy I have in writing this peace is clearly there. I enjoy doing it. Lara can not.
Does this mean I know actual, clear, distilled experiences she can not?
I suggest no.
It does not.
It, so I would like to have you consider - only means that I can wrap and entangle and encapsulate and designing and structure a vast web of experiences.
And in the process of, to stick with the introductory example, writing this peace, I can draw upon this web. Use it. Enjoy. Cherish. Have it grow. Have it grow me.
And for all the beauty and creativity of it I think, in the end, I just have got a drawer full of caskets of primal emotions any tramp dog will experience.
The only difference is I can use them on, more or less, indirect purpose. By structuring my doing. For instance within the structure of this piece of writing.
---
The point I am no more. I just control.
---
Art is such control in purity. It means to focus on construing said webs in ways which more or less - enchant us.
And while that is all good.
---
That is power
That is control.
---
To return to the title:
That I would like to have you image, consider, and utopian best experimentally embrace - is also our undoing.
---
Because if unreflected.
If unchecked.
If allowed to have free reign.
---
Then, chains form. The power of the WORD is too great to control out of the wrist.
It will control you. Corrupt you. Tell you. Direct you.
---
Structure
You
Structure
Society.
And in the end.
Structure reigns over being
---
And we have our heads full of thoughts we can not handle.
Innocence lost, born out of what we wanted to control, control went the way of the Terminator.
---
My POV may be flawed. (and please point out how, while noticing it)
But I think it got value.
And there is an easy test.
---
The test is to let go of words and see what is happening to you.
I don't expect it. But if you are some particularly ballsy dude perhaps you can share your experience trying it.
Right now, I personally lack the balls. 'Cause in the midst of strangers any reasonable person will probably be afraid of humiliation. So am I.
). A big part of that book is also about how so many are painfully numbed in their thinking. And as always, that pains the one seeing it the most. And that makes the numbed only more angry. A vicious circle of self-assertion.
