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The event, perhaps advent, first ever any thing, where nothing had  been, not a thought. I think. Then, when nothing was over and everything we know now began, light was not the first thing, the idea was. Be for Yes. Word one. Hmmmmm or um or am it may have been, I heard from a transcribbled  myth or a legend as old as any meme-level memory mortals have made-up from remaining tidbits taught to any next gen thing. Look. Assume light is as fast as the expansion, couple of Planksecs, and it is at the edge of ever, never before, never busting beyond the bubble we be in, the physical middle of ever, continuous now, nothing to stop us imagining we, disagree, now, after all's been said and done, and things run on, re de if-ing chaos as the mindless undoing force itself, ever teaching any mind co-operation in time… swirling beauty in bands of invisible galaxies, barely seen, even now, we see what we are told we see, enhanced and expanded to original intent, at the scale of precision, which now requires of those who wish to know truth in the entirety, faith in the wits who invented the lenses we imagine we see through into ever ……….. This day began this way. Everything already, readable, as it were, once, with us, before our story folded, and refolded and bent to allow mass enlightenment I deal with now knowledge, knowns known more than I may think or ask, available on our distant viewing apparatchik network of nova sensorium newest of equations that balance at perfectly predictable infinity. Live and learn, do the math. Or wait to see somethings never mattered up to now, and now, you know, you did, some how. That's good.
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Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 11:15 AM UTC
Reality woke me with a thought
The event, perhaps advent, first ever any thing, where nothing had  been, not a thought. I think. Then, when nothing was over and everything we know now began, light was not the first thing, the idea was. Be for Yes. Word one. Hmmmmm or um or am it may have been, I heard from a transcribbled  myth or a legend as old as any meme-level memory mortals have made-up from remaining tidbits taught to any next gen thing. Look. Assume light is as fast as the expansion, couple of Planksecs, and it is at the edge of ever, never before, never busting beyond the bubble we be in, the physical middle of ever, continuous now, nothing to stop us imagining we, disagree, now, after all's been said and done, and things run on, re de if-ing chaos as the mindless undoing force itself, ever teaching any mind co-operation in time… swirling beauty in bands of invisible galaxies, barely seen, even now, we see what we are told we see, enhanced and expanded to original intent, at the scale of precision, which now requires of those who wish to know truth in the entirety, faith in the wits who invented the lenses we imagine we see through into ever ……….. This day began this way. Everything already, readable, as it were, once, with us, before our story folded, and refolded and bent to allow mass enlightenment I deal with now knowledge, knowns known more than I may think or ask, available on our distant viewing apparatchik network of nova sensorium newest of equations that balance at perfectly predictable infinity. Live and learn, do the math. Or wait to see somethings never mattered up to now, and now, you know, you did, some how. That's good.
___ so, Whatever's next is too late to stop. That's good, too. Using all of Dirac that I can swallow, infinity is a valid answer, that we cannot honestly see beyond, despite the suggestion Buzz Lightyear offers for after Pinocchio.
#read#reveal#know#lies#never#last
kenpepiton
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 11:15 AM UTC
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