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His theory of forms proven, he offered to pay on Socrates' last day, circular in motion, as if in play his own theories of humanity he never wrote down never existed and never will exist in anything tangible but cognitive and eyesight, perception of man or determining the real perceptions of the round and round ashes to ashes permeate as dust mixing with glacial dirt and plant molds living mechanisms never meant to die, switching motives easy enough but die and feed the next as dirt feeds dialogues and mold feeds avarice. Once more and scores over ideas soar in man's stores and fields of vision, spinning notions ever greater larger scheming, circular in all the dreaming, envisioning a father-son relationship determining the son's outcome not that good character is a gift from the gods or noble in and of itself because the individual succeeds who circles back again to the waters of innocence and liberation in the purest sense of brilliancy and timing in chance, and if not meant, the stationary nature of forms truth eternal sends us from whence we came and the circle begins again ....
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Theory of Forms
His theory of forms proven, he offered to pay on Socrates' last day, circular in motion, as if in play his own theories of humanity he never wrote down never existed and never will exist in anything tangible but cognitive and eyesight, perception of man or determining the real perceptions of the round and round ashes to ashes permeate as dust mixing with glacial dirt and plant molds living mechanisms never meant to die, switching motives easy enough but die and feed the next as dirt feeds dialogues and mold feeds avarice. Once more and scores over ideas soar in man's stores and fields of vision, spinning notions ever greater larger scheming, circular in all the dreaming, envisioning a father-son relationship determining the son's outcome not that good character is a gift from the gods or noble in and of itself because the individual succeeds who circles back again to the waters of innocence and liberation in the purest sense of brilliancy and timing in chance, and if not meant, the stationary nature of forms truth eternal sends us from whence we came and the circle begins again ....
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
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