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They can't be translated into words to be encoded onto a  screen. Apollonian and Dionysian there's no taking breaks; it's constant; directly unavailable, indirectly tangible or is it directly tangible, indirectly unavailable; pleasuring the senses; covering the eyes to block out existence; pinching the nose to swallow reality the flavors of existence; I can't even describe the taste of honey without using the word honey to describe the taste; how does one describe the taste of experience, existence, reality, humanity; you just taste them and use the labels that have already been placed on the flavors to describe them until discovery creates new names for the flavors experienced; humans teaching humans or is that an inaccurate description of the taste? I always get scared of my own shadow because I forget it's attached to me because I'm stuck inside of this tiny little box of perspective
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Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
Flavors of Experience
They can't be translated into words to be encoded onto a  screen. Apollonian and Dionysian there's no taking breaks; it's constant; directly unavailable, indirectly tangible or is it directly tangible, indirectly unavailable; pleasuring the senses; covering the eyes to block out existence; pinching the nose to swallow reality the flavors of existence; I can't even describe the taste of honey without using the word honey to describe the taste; how does one describe the taste of experience, existence, reality, humanity; you just taste them and use the labels that have already been placed on the flavors to describe them until discovery creates new names for the flavors experienced; humans teaching humans or is that an inaccurate description of the taste? I always get scared of my own shadow because I forget it's attached to me because I'm stuck inside of this tiny little box of perspective
Wave_Interference
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M/North America
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
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