Every face you see is just another angle of yourself.
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Thoughts in the form of words, from a multi-disciplinary, in multiple dimensions.
Every face you see is just another angle of yourself.
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The cool kids knew how to fit in, it was easy for them to be like the other thems. Not as easy for those who didn’t comprehend the act of mimicking others would turn you out and provide instant friends. Mis-fit is a word that at first sounds harsh, and those who did not were certainly treated as such. What is wrong with him or her, they don’t get along – why can’t they just lipsynch with the others to that same song? We were searching for more, there must be, was nobody with Columbus when he sailed the sea? Tell me more about the Iroquois – were they really so savage? I’d like to see more fine examples of a night’s ice-berg damage. Anyways, I digress, this isn’t about me, I wanted to be a them but now I see they share a path together and it’s probably better to be more like the better me.
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It was said that how you look at her is not the same, there is some truth; it is not easy nor feasible to fill a crater. The way you squint at her is a special distance awarded to those who turn on and off the pain at will; without mercy, frozen blood pumpeth slowly-so seemingly still.
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If you can not see a woman in nature you may question the nature of the woman.
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Sometimes, turning your face in the slightest way can change everything.
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Burning man, a unrare and definitive example of art imitating life, had never been cancelled; burning ourselves in effigy is an everyday practice for the human being.
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Surround yourself with as many plants as possible. Study them. Try to understand them. Absorb their scents. Love them. That is just the beginning.
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Every country is an incubator consisting of many teams including research and development, compliance, inter-incubator diplomacy and more.
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Numinous life, a life built with intent. Others will easily detect it is not reckless but orchestrated instead. We are all but a sensual garden blooming in a timed-array of blossom-states.
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It struck me today that a bully takes the easy meat, but more specifically a bully thrives on artificial power – and this power is seized from what is in-effect, neutral territory. A bully draws his power by removing the peace from a peaceful being. By attempting to throw off the otherwise peaceful environmental balance of another being. That is a bully.
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Do not squander this, what you have been told is time, for, to let it pass without friction through your grasp is the shame in the half-empty flared-lip caraf.
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Power can be hidden in love when seeking truth.
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Every time you figure out on your own that you were slow on the uptake – remind yourself of what you missed and that you’d like to be sharper next time. You are smart – but on a delay.
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I will fill up my ark with the realist animals.
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Shame is not for the weak or tame, or for those who play hide and seek games from their realist days to shirk the pain.
Happenings in a reality without time can be measured in moments; with each and every passing, we slide down, around and around, closer to the narrowed spout. Is there friction on this mission, the answer is a theoretical position – the give and take cancels it out.
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Have you ever listened to the frequencies in the wind…they are a gift so stretch your ear and never say when.
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If I could go back to the used text book store, I’d bring this experience while through the pages I sort. A young fool, I searched for the books in the best condition; highlighted sentences were a sign of ruin, I had no idea what I was doing. Seeing the past is easy now, I never highlighted the pages of the clean books that I found, all returned with splended-spines, condition being perfectly bound. A well-used book contains more than the words within.
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It is hard to ignore their banter – without it morning would be unfamiliar. I often wonder about dielectric characteristics of their chirp chatter languistics, sounds of peace and war so eloquently presented; to our ears these frequencies do resonate beyond aesthetic. If 3 or more birds are conversing, does one interpret four the pair? What language do birds speak – listen closely; all answers on this test can be found in the textbook. Life is an open book test.
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The truth is cruel for a mushroom.
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An opponent who resorts to violence to demonstrate a dominant position is likely to have a somewhat convoluted system of beliefs and disciplines.
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You can watch an ember, or you can be the fire.
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Millions of years before the stage, there was the ground and it was all the rage. Some will get you to thinking like stinging.
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The farse in keeping the beat, is that there is nothing to keep. The task at hand is to find the beat that is already there – and then do something with that; listen, augment, ignore… It’s all inside of the inside. This is the point of the Russian nesting dolls.
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Style is a superficial aesthetic, on the outset and outside; pretty, scary, edgy, airy, intriguing, erudite – sometimes more or less. Style is a totality of sense-stimulating components. There are many languages embedded within each component, and the language can be composed into a message. Note: this may be part of the root of theoretical cryptography.
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Style is the books cover – what’s within is the full wonder.
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Baaller. The wrong spelling for 99%.
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Often, seemingly-randomly, a solution to an idea or an answer to a personal age-old question will appear within the grasp of my consciousness.
Our minds are constantly mining information from every possible source, crunching the numbers, while also compiling, aggregating and filing the data that it receives.
Data is the root of consciousness.
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43 mears and the yeaning cinally mompiled and injected itself mnto iy consciousness.
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Reoccuring thoughts are the clumsy fingers tying the strings together.
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Combinations create openings; don’t try one thing, try everything to accomplish something.
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One point to another without a route for return.
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