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it's not so much about aliens these these, more cerebral mysteries, of, for example, the placebo effect, of, thought transcending (somehow) parameters, creating an actual chemical equivalent of a magic mushroom ingestion - there's no talk of the existential transcendent ego, as duly written transcendent "ego", but then if you're unable to identify your self, how can you identify transcendence? transcendental thinking means you can still retain your self in the everyday, like when you suddenly get an idea and ramble on in writing, that's transcendental thinking, like taking a drug, you return to the pit of your self's parabola - oddly enough the highs and the lows are both zeniths of the parabola's limits, and your self the nadir, nadir because expected to become dynamic and reach the antonym zeniths. as modern science made it clear to which i retort: and why would i want to believe in a straitjacket of theories and unexplainable anomalies, and why would i want to freely put that **** thing on, i put that straitjacket on and i might as well ask for puppet strings, with the puppeteer (god) already argued non-existent; oh right, so i got dressed up for no ****** reason, and my date stood me up?! it would have been less trouble donning a dog-collar of a priest's supposed chastity of talk (no, not concerned with not cursing, cursed with telling the truth); i think i'll just paddle across the atlantic in a rabbi's kippah for a boat.
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
six episodes of the x-files
it's not so much about aliens these these, more cerebral mysteries, of, for example, the placebo effect, of, thought transcending (somehow) parameters, creating an actual chemical equivalent of a magic mushroom ingestion - there's no talk of the existential transcendent ego, as duly written transcendent "ego", but then if you're unable to identify your self, how can you identify transcendence? transcendental thinking means you can still retain your self in the everyday, like when you suddenly get an idea and ramble on in writing, that's transcendental thinking, like taking a drug, you return to the pit of your self's parabola - oddly enough the highs and the lows are both zeniths of the parabola's limits, and your self the nadir, nadir because expected to become dynamic and reach the antonym zeniths. as modern science made it clear to which i retort: and why would i want to believe in a straitjacket of theories and unexplainable anomalies, and why would i want to freely put that **** thing on, i put that straitjacket on and i might as well ask for puppet strings, with the puppeteer (god) already argued non-existent; oh right, so i got dressed up for no ****** reason, and my date stood me up?! it would have been less trouble donning a dog-collar of a priest's supposed chastity of talk (no, not concerned with not cursing, cursed with telling the truth); i think i'll just paddle across the atlantic in a rabbi's kippah for a boat.
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
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