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Daily on recollection of what you are, Teach finding found in retrospect. Automimic transmissive self. Didache epiousion, pursue our own happy state, taking the granted goodwill done. Cosmic inspiration, not bread alone, teach each phraze enough good sense to feel a way when darkness sets in, to stay, do not attempt to change station when suicides, all say, see, told you, all the ones we know, and some I didn't, linger as reminders spun to when lives end, unfinished, abruptly, by entropic right, step outside the fire circle, be swallowed by the night, step farther into the night, be swallowed by the stars. Feel the massive black hole, spinnorially tying edges to themselves, up goes down, in goes out, ever, as far as mortals are concerned. Living at a gallop, the last mile of the way, laughing at whys nearly lost in my dust of disintegrable missed opportunities to force pi on phi, making flowers open ever so slowly in sunshine dust so fine one must believe so simple a child can hold the idea, as sunbeams hold motes for eyes to see. Galloping away, dopplering an oscillating instance recalculation allowing a second glance to hold a century. Agree to testing, partaking not in legal usery, calling the whole truth to judge. Full measure for a life well lived. Envy not the talent, know the meaning, weight to cost of potential use for something. You, there, listen, lend me your ears, let me hear your take on precise measures. In spirit form, we may imagine, we are, on either side of the loop thrown around us, was it once said, dang me, ' oughta take a rope… hang me cut me up in pieces, let me symbolize the cost of FREEDOM, in will, fall in love and wonder, why so many lie, she threw me for a loop, like a centrifugal railroad mag-levitating behind a star tied in macro manifestation. Yet, the whole thing remains beautiful, at scale. Ink, where no ink is, skin, where no skin is, lifestyle game divisions, fans only, believers only, wordless worship paid as attention, aimed at that, training taken in after domes enclosed crowds as big as Athens, when Socrates corrupted the youth in training to become guardians called by God to honor their constant pledge, and then, Jesus appears, with signs and wonders, and the messengers make evident the degree of authority involved, good will, of the highest order, most complete good will there ever was, ever before, done on earth, as it ever is in heaven. Or, the story is unbelievable. ------------------ scribal note 2024 Ai advises one to know: a talent's worth is variable, by use Ancient Israel: used to describe the value of gold and silver used to build the tabernacle in 34 Kg chunks. New Testament times: used the unit to represent a substantial sum of money, equivalent to 20 years’ wages for a common worker or valued between $1,000 to $30,000 today Ask your titular agent teaching you, In the famous parable, who passes the test in Psalm 15, using foreknowledge?
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Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 2:24 PM UTC
Duty to one's best self
Daily on recollection of what you are, Teach finding found in retrospect. Automimic transmissive self. Didache epiousion, pursue our own happy state, taking the granted goodwill done. Cosmic inspiration, not bread alone, teach each phraze enough good sense to feel a way when darkness sets in, to stay, do not attempt to change station when suicides, all say, see, told you, all the ones we know, and some I didn't, linger as reminders spun to when lives end, unfinished, abruptly, by entropic right, step outside the fire circle, be swallowed by the night, step farther into the night, be swallowed by the stars. Feel the massive black hole, spinnorially tying edges to themselves, up goes down, in goes out, ever, as far as mortals are concerned. Living at a gallop, the last mile of the way, laughing at whys nearly lost in my dust of disintegrable missed opportunities to force pi on phi, making flowers open ever so slowly in sunshine dust so fine one must believe so simple a child can hold the idea, as sunbeams hold motes for eyes to see. Galloping away, dopplering an oscillating instance recalculation allowing a second glance to hold a century. Agree to testing, partaking not in legal usery, calling the whole truth to judge. Full measure for a life well lived. Envy not the talent, know the meaning, weight to cost of potential use for something. You, there, listen, lend me your ears, let me hear your take on precise measures. In spirit form, we may imagine, we are, on either side of the loop thrown around us, was it once said, dang me, ' oughta take a rope… hang me cut me up in pieces, let me symbolize the cost of FREEDOM, in will, fall in love and wonder, why so many lie, she threw me for a loop, like a centrifugal railroad mag-levitating behind a star tied in macro manifestation. Yet, the whole thing remains beautiful, at scale. Ink, where no ink is, skin, where no skin is, lifestyle game divisions, fans only, believers only, wordless worship paid as attention, aimed at that, training taken in after domes enclosed crowds as big as Athens, when Socrates corrupted the youth in training to become guardians called by God to honor their constant pledge, and then, Jesus appears, with signs and wonders, and the messengers make evident the degree of authority involved, good will, of the highest order, most complete good will there ever was, ever before, done on earth, as it ever is in heaven. Or, the story is unbelievable. ------------------ scribal note 2024 Ai advises one to know: a talent's worth is variable, by use Ancient Israel: used to describe the value of gold and silver used to build the tabernacle in 34 Kg chunks. New Testament times: used the unit to represent a substantial sum of money, equivalent to 20 years’ wages for a common worker or valued between $1,000 to $30,000 today Ask your titular agent teaching you, In the famous parable, who passes the test in Psalm 15, using foreknowledge?
What a privilege to be alive with such assisting intellegence keeping us learning our part is easy, we think.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 2:24 PM UTC
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