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*yes, i understand the politics, or so i thought, that biology will never spawn a humanism, that darwinism will only spawn generic attempts via disregarding existentialism sweats.* when was the thought ever conceived, that dialectics needed a mediator? why would a mediator be needed when the only mediator is a park bench in athens, and two people speaking? i get the foul animals' existence, i get the whole wild heart, and shrinking eyesight, i get that animals are given pristine materialism, being incubated by overt-sensual impregnation, i get that they're impregnated by pure sensuality (over-use of adjectives is like quantifying things, as many qualities to the legions of ants as attributes of the sun, ending with deity and beginning with geometry), animals are plagued by sensuality, they are overly given the pentagon, while man is given the hexagon / star of david, animals are overly sensing, man is overly thinking, when the only phobia of wilderness animal is huger... man's is spider, enclosure, open-spaces... animal is pulverised by the senses and things it roams among... man is pulverised by thought and nothing, roaming ingenuity by the Libra dimming sight with hearing for classical composition, dimming hearing with sight for pablo picassos.. the wild animal in fright of hunger... and man abounding in it to reflect clocked chicken press of the laid eggs clucks a sudden diversion rather than adding to a diversity... change the poetic gimmick of rhyme... don't end with synonymous spelling, intertwine rhyming elsewhere, lie: 'a sudden diversion' and 'adding to diversity' as engaging to lines without an a# a# end of both to reveal a missing echo, after all echoing is like rhyming, but pitiful rhyming, because it's written down and never plotted to decipher plato's shadows and candle in the cave entered... defeated first-step defeated to claim the colour of defeat, the page that dangled in the odds of waving like a signature digitalised... all in all... animals are overly sensual, and man is overly abstract... hence man mediates symbols and thinking... while animals mediate onomatopoeias sounding a bit like touch on wood, and the parameters of allowed petting: we blink thrice and think we spotted a thing only once, when in fact thrice.
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
Darwin the Historian
*yes, i understand the politics, or so i thought, that biology will never spawn a humanism, that darwinism will only spawn generic attempts via disregarding existentialism sweats.* when was the thought ever conceived, that dialectics needed a mediator? why would a mediator be needed when the only mediator is a park bench in athens, and two people speaking? i get the foul animals' existence, i get the whole wild heart, and shrinking eyesight, i get that animals are given pristine materialism, being incubated by overt-sensual impregnation, i get that they're impregnated by pure sensuality (over-use of adjectives is like quantifying things, as many qualities to the legions of ants as attributes of the sun, ending with deity and beginning with geometry), animals are plagued by sensuality, they are overly given the pentagon, while man is given the hexagon / star of david, animals are overly sensing, man is overly thinking, when the only phobia of wilderness animal is huger... man's is spider, enclosure, open-spaces... animal is pulverised by the senses and things it roams among... man is pulverised by thought and nothing, roaming ingenuity by the Libra dimming sight with hearing for classical composition, dimming hearing with sight for pablo picassos.. the wild animal in fright of hunger... and man abounding in it to reflect clocked chicken press of the laid eggs clucks a sudden diversion rather than adding to a diversity... change the poetic gimmick of rhyme... don't end with synonymous spelling, intertwine rhyming elsewhere, lie: 'a sudden diversion' and 'adding to diversity' as engaging to lines without an a# a# end of both to reveal a missing echo, after all echoing is like rhyming, but pitiful rhyming, because it's written down and never plotted to decipher plato's shadows and candle in the cave entered... defeated first-step defeated to claim the colour of defeat, the page that dangled in the odds of waving like a signature digitalised... all in all... animals are overly sensual, and man is overly abstract... hence man mediates symbols and thinking... while animals mediate onomatopoeias sounding a bit like touch on wood, and the parameters of allowed petting: we blink thrice and think we spotted a thing only once, when in fact thrice.
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
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