hegel stole from kant, it's only appropriate
that a kantian would steal from the
precursors of existentialism,
namely the phenomenologists...
and say to them:
sure: the social phenomenon,
or "phenomenon" since the +1 is invoked...
well... what is the noumenon in this
situation... isn't it the higg's boson?
or there-abouts?
      the individual is the noumenon
within the phenomenon...
that's pure kantian application
of 1 + 1 = 2...
          not a cartesian
cogito + ergo = sum...
   the logic behind that is bogus,
or as the american might add: *******,
and yes, the buddhist, ****, sorry,
bogus bit...
        i'm asking for a compass:
i can't find one with 1 + 1 = 2
to translate into cogito + ergo = sum,
given that the = is an ergo sum...
it's the translating unit of the whole
"arithmetic"...
             when the phenomenon arose
there was the kantian noumenon...
the continued sentence of liberali activity
within a sphere of reduction-antics -
to keep the individual corrected
by self-indulging self-encompassing
prowess...
               hardly befitting a collective
junction of interpretation
by someone's telepathic angst...
       are we not talking about hypothetical
concerns?
   if we're not, then, what, the, ****,
are, we, talking, about?!
                                   disneyland?!
to rephrase the kabbalistic term:
keter into the term kippah -
all it takes is "holy grail" of truth within
the "magic" of stated material -
right now?
        a cap of cotton covers my head...
not gold, not myrrh thorned...
just a simple cotton cap...
          what is an arab to me?
      nought... but what is a jew?
ah! that begs a different question:
what could a jew ever give if not a border
for my people to keep and serve within their
abodes...
            take no song, nor a quest for
imitating an imitation of this random
to never be imitated puzzled thinking pattern!
no, you have no presence here...
and by the guiding frown, never will -
for it takes only the grandiose loss to awaken
the most grand circumstance...
  and of such gains and losses,
i have no knowledge of, i act the will of
automaton... such is the nature of islam -
as slave to a bidding, as bidding to a will,
as will to a god, as gid to the slavery of
theologised slaves seemingly free,
bound mortal, then bound to immortal by
the currency of shackles and chains immortal.
oh careless man, and that which is
the figurative woman...
       how are we to compensate your
deviating matrimony,
in the verse of stagnating coercion?
how will you transcend imitation of the mantis
or the black widow, dear woman?
   when all your secrets are thus revealed
as accompanied by these two patrons?
how then, to tempt man?
of the three eyes of god, the third that transcend
the two, entombed in mind, does not belong
to you...
        what then?!
                such be the omen, as that of
the death of bees...
                             if man find no home
in the nakedness of woman,
    he will only find the sight and heart
of being nomadic, whenever and whatever
home a woman establish...
      man will become steppe guided -
and will find no compensation, and no rest,
in an abode, which is governed by a woman
who chose distrust,
                and who also chose unrest,
and who chose any worth of gravity with regard
to the man akin to stone:
thrown into the air of work, within
semblance returned: toward the posit of
momentary rest,
that thus reclaims its status to work:
the so-called futility of familial ties,
   and those obligations that woman forgot
to upkeep... stating:
    man's obliged status: is a status earned
both in rest, as it is in the strain of labour;
      ???    *******;                 woman!