Vanilla Friends,
Nothing to do on this Tuesday view of this post. Eating cheese and crackers I serve you one more just to get some laughter.
-DBL
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It resembles the urge to
urinate on an object to be neglected.
Primal reactions
that we keep from arising.
Actions that even
the most educated blue bloods, especially the blue bloods, will have arise like
eruptions of vomit when poisoned with a tainted substance. Maybe it lies dormant in between our
connecting nerve cells with no purpose, but as a reminder that we live in a visceral
self. A self of only a few that
can be confused by behaviors that existed in the primordial ooze. Convoluted structures that we
extrapolate from necessary patterns and triggers that have no purpose in
biology, but serve to add symmetry and un-kink the fluid thought of
reaction.
A play that
replicates nature so as to learn from it.
In this action
origin is lost, distance is made, action becomes reaction of the one long
forgotten. Lost is the thought
that started the first. Finding
the end of the ropes would only serve to tighten the delusion of a solid
foundation.
A foundation that
is to be uprooted if it is to be discarded.
So strong is the
urge that it transcended with us as we voyage into the digital ether. A higher self lifted on the shoulders
of the previous self. A dusty note
from a memory not forgotten, it was just misplaced. Let me describe this in accurate terms; a memory not lost,
but in our endless procrastination it was left on the back burner. Bubbling over
steaming…this is a different kind of smelt fish.
The verb is the description.
We understand things
as they pertain to us. To understand
the Natural Law, as we see it in our endless wisdom, we must not enter it, we must let it enter us. We become the concept. We have hooves. We must fly. We must
melt. Yes us. A bottomless possibility
of new, higher, sounder, fire, lighting of the speed kind. A lesson in play.
This is play we are
play science is at play.
