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The vibration of color.

close together, they almost literally buzz, or glow as the case may be on the edges of perception… those magical distortions in real time/ space, and the anti-matter realm where color vibration “glows” in stark contrast to the bright of light in its prismatic gamuts, perpendicular to our own physical theories matter of made real… the invested cosmic material that fundamentally lies at the heart of something intangible, i realize, further radical revision of the magnum opus… all are based upon the all-too subtle vibration of particles that irreversibly make up all of matter, and the same is just as true with colors and sounds as with any other objects, even the subjective objects that we are… linked as strings or chains, even consciousness on the grander scale becomes like this, and all these “strands” are woven together… as we grow and die, we capture the various pieces of information that our own unique filtration systems are able to perceive through the murky cluttered view of reality, and these bits and bytes are data that our random access memory can incorporate into the living understanding that we each are capable of becoming… as particles start, they begin existence as ideas or memes in my theory, and gradually incarnate as other humans that interact and learn from each other, and maybe consciousness acts symbiotically through us, as the chills race down our collective spines… thus further adapting and sending that conscious experience outward to the other open receptors to collect, but each individual filtering process becomes shaped by that early experiential data that we all collect from the social machine that our parents and grandparents have conformed to since its inception, these are some of our starting ‘A’ influences… these strange particulates of mass and volume can move at either the pattern which allows for a greater opportunity in avoiding unnecessary collection by beings who will dismiss those vital ’emes’ of myriad purpose, adapting to a selective and progressive course, or through the flexing and swaying limbs of the random wave pattern… now almost everyone falls into the latter category merely as a model because of a foolish certainty we have come to feel we know it stands for inner clarity above everything else, and even if that is to the exclusion of respect to other viewpoints, how can anyone be expected to play these obnoxious mind games?… the social circles seem to loop around and down the neck, at which time the noose is pulled quite hard upwards in a jerking fashion as the head tends to snap, and the neck breaks if the idiot trapped inside gets lucky… the first to die laughs the loudest in the silence left by the last, and the mad noose resets itself right away for the next pathetic sacrifice, setting a heavy vibe indeed for the rest of a generation to show up later… with the tricky fix and the cunning stunt, trading in its weight for control over senses truly lost in total, and some of us spend life compensating for a color blindness that might indicate the inbred weakness to overlook others feelings… one just has to see if that is it…

Thanks, khet.