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Subtle fasciculations.

my friends seem to be only in my head, even the real world correspondences to people don’t seem to be true, but what is there to this?… syphoning the energy from one moving body to another, transferring and transforming the transgressive bits and bytes of matter, and all relevant in this spiritual mass… few relative mysteries left to us but ourselves, every other one a mystery unto themselves, and yet there are many keys for many different locked parts of the puzzle… all the diagramming and razzmatazz-ing has delivered me to this state of consciousness i see, the courage and confidence are there built up for the human to receive, and this force lies dormant until the act of change becomes genuine and real… sometimes there is a repetition needed to assume the functionality, or that the motion keeps going on in a rational sense, not hiding it deep within like a bizarre cosmic time capsule… where does one go when the possibilities are everywhere to be seen?… working through all the issues with and without feedback from parties involved, somehow the story, the ideas and the action are all tied up into each other… all things are in that momentary state of singularity before becoming something else, but what that is can be as much the mystery as it can be the solution, even to the point that one juxtaposition is inclined to appear as something the complete opposite of the past forms… the theories abound and range the gamut of thought and practice together, entwined and so defined by the perspectives that visit visions onto the rest of us, but we cannot be certain or think in absolutes for too long… we get proven wrong… those theories are just methods of getting at the information, condensing it down into understood symbols and representations, and sometimes these are levels on which we traverse when conversing with each other ideally… the same plane of metaphor and analogy… that is also where frustration lies when we claim falsely, or with an absolute certainty whose aspect is disproved, but it does not mean that this selective adaptation will not appear again… detached, the idea simply moves to another age where perhaps recognition and utilization follows its path, but this is uncertain for even a central divine spirit which imbues a body with creative life… the soul only becomes such when there are multiple factors aligning to make de facto sequences into concrete reality, something we measure after it materializes, but something that also affects how we predict ourselves and what motivates us… that spark that drives the inner forces to externalize, that links the external forces with the internal universe, and the anti-mind and anti-matter combustive presence that evokes changes all the way around through all systems… we change as the world changes, but we do change the world through our choices, whether in defining or acting the exciting adventure out… no beast an improbable match with the pining hero, an antagonist to nemesis the protagonist, and the story becomes a play on synthesis before the final words are left…

Thanks, khet.