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Realize you are Divine. Recognize everything else is, as well. Respect the Holism of Reality. Revel in the sanctity of all things. These are the ways by which we may return to Eden, Elysium, Nirvana; we've so long forgotten- we've so long neglected- we've so long abandoned- we so long to renew. It is up to every single last one of you- that is, of us, to make present a mutual mental state that would act as harbinger- as savior of our potential- of our future and the futures of all things which find themselves within our domain as sentient beings alive, awake, and aware in this Universe (a ******* divine gift if I've ever known one, I might add) as **** Sapiens Sapiens. Indeed, the task at hand is tremendous to say the least. However: our capacity, I would argue, makes it pale in comparison to say the least. And that's saying something.
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
Holos [ὅλος]
Realize you are Divine. Recognize everything else is, as well. Respect the Holism of Reality. Revel in the sanctity of all things. These are the ways by which we may return to Eden, Elysium, Nirvana; we've so long forgotten- we've so long neglected- we've so long abandoned- we so long to renew. It is up to every single last one of you- that is, of us, to make present a mutual mental state that would act as harbinger- as savior of our potential- of our future and the futures of all things which find themselves within our domain as sentient beings alive, awake, and aware in this Universe (a ******* divine gift if I've ever known one, I might add) as **** Sapiens Sapiens. Indeed, the task at hand is tremendous to say the least. However: our capacity, I would argue, makes it pale in comparison to say the least. And that's saying something.
Yes, at times I use capitalization as a grammatical token of respect for idealized forms of certain nouns. What of it?
Anubis-the-Philosomancer
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
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