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What is happening right now Is there a chance to understand How everything is linked somehow And nothing random makes more sense Prophetic lines – poetic rules If there’s a future left to know I’m lost with writing as a tool Which does affect the very show There is no way to understand In causal terms or logic laws Somehow we are creating sense That weirdly frames its very cause It seems that we are woven in A thought becomes reality Are minds the place where we begin To make us dream what we could see? Is everything deluded signs Adapting selves in unknown ways To things that are from some behind As long as each belief betrays By making aspects seeming real Independent from our views We seem to act just to reveal The context we’re forced to reduce But how to think of such a place Such a condition makes minds sick We are a knot of time and space Reflecting within a broken trick It seems there is no way to know Whether there’s another way to go Or not So are there new realities Beyond those trenchant causal chains? Are these new patterns that we see Or just misread coincidence? Are we fooled by how we feel? Constructing by using minds Interpreting what’s hardly real How to decide what we could find? We are unable to describe What is outside the way we think We can’t grasp things that we wipe Out with our mental way to link We are unable to decide If there’s another truth that hides Or not Abstract thoughts can only reveal an abstract world to understand we cannot say what is real how to detect beyond our sense
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
Abstract thoughts build abstract worlds (inner world autopoiesis)
What is happening right now Is there a chance to understand How everything is linked somehow And nothing random makes more sense Prophetic lines – poetic rules If there’s a future left to know I’m lost with writing as a tool Which does affect the very show There is no way to understand In causal terms or logic laws Somehow we are creating sense That weirdly frames its very cause It seems that we are woven in A thought becomes reality Are minds the place where we begin To make us dream what we could see? Is everything deluded signs Adapting selves in unknown ways To things that are from some behind As long as each belief betrays By making aspects seeming real Independent from our views We seem to act just to reveal The context we’re forced to reduce But how to think of such a place Such a condition makes minds sick We are a knot of time and space Reflecting within a broken trick It seems there is no way to know Whether there’s another way to go Or not So are there new realities Beyond those trenchant causal chains? Are these new patterns that we see Or just misread coincidence? Are we fooled by how we feel? Constructing by using minds Interpreting what’s hardly real How to decide what we could find? We are unable to describe What is outside the way we think We can’t grasp things that we wipe Out with our mental way to link We are unable to decide If there’s another truth that hides Or not Abstract thoughts can only reveal an abstract world to understand we cannot say what is real how to detect beyond our sense
know-thyself
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German
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
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