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*Until a man is nothing, God can make nothing out of him* Martin Luther ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ instant recognition compete cognition slowing respiration sanity instantaneous weeping hands clap weakened legs collapsing process endless access, risen, only to rejoin the fallen father of father clock pendulum swung swing swung slowing rapidity body directed onto perpetuity road back to nothing from whence the boy witnessed the first of many of his genesis/bereshit from nothing to another thing, crowned, enthroned pauper, trampled down to lowly lord, King of Nothing reborn reborn reborn so many times when from nothing risen to an exalted nothing more than ever obvious he, heir apparent to himself no thing nothing in the beginning nothing in the end nothing in between from admixture water and ashen soil remake myself a present to Him an accomplishment man-generation peaking excellence, Dante ascent to nothing then struck down, back to nothing returned, peaks and valleys directional interchangeable pointers to return resurrected same way to the previous ending for all prior writ better instant recognition compete cognition slowing respiration the vanity not voyage yes is the thing itself, is circular a line of points connected nothing no thing but the voyage/path is the thing transformation resubmission substantiation there in lies the only thing you making God into something tangible by making yourself from nothing once again 11/1/14
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
Until a man is nothing (dare you?)
*Until a man is nothing, God can make nothing out of him* Martin Luther ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ instant recognition compete cognition slowing respiration sanity instantaneous weeping hands clap weakened legs collapsing process endless access, risen, only to rejoin the fallen father of father clock pendulum swung swing swung slowing rapidity body directed onto perpetuity road back to nothing from whence the boy witnessed the first of many of his genesis/bereshit from nothing to another thing, crowned, enthroned pauper, trampled down to lowly lord, King of Nothing reborn reborn reborn so many times when from nothing risen to an exalted nothing more than ever obvious he, heir apparent to himself no thing nothing in the beginning nothing in the end nothing in between from admixture water and ashen soil remake myself a present to Him an accomplishment man-generation peaking excellence, Dante ascent to nothing then struck down, back to nothing returned, peaks and valleys directional interchangeable pointers to return resurrected same way to the previous ending for all prior writ better instant recognition compete cognition slowing respiration the vanity not voyage yes is the thing itself, is circular a line of points connected nothing no thing but the voyage/path is the thing transformation resubmission substantiation there in lies the only thing you making God into something tangible by making yourself from nothing once again 11/1/14
Ecclesiastes 1 1 The words of the Preacher,[a] the son of David, king in Jerusalem. 2 Vanity[b] of vanities, says the Preacher,     vanity of vanities! All is vanity. 3 What does man gain by all the toil     at which he toils under the sun? 4 A generation goes, and a generation comes,     but the earth remains forever. 5 The sun rises, and the sun goes down,     and hastens[c] to the place where it rises. 6 The wind blows to the south     and goes around to the north; around and around goes the wind,     and on its circuits the wind returns. 7 All streams run to the sea,     but the sea is not full; to the place where the streams flow,     there they flow again. 8 All things are full of weariness;     a man cannot utter it; the eye is not satisfied with seeing,     nor the ear filled with hearing. 9 What has been is what will be,     and what has been done is what will be done,     and there is nothing new under the sun. 10 Is there a thing of which it is said,     “See, this is new”? It has been already     in the ages before us. 11 There is no remembrance of former things,[d]     nor will there be any remembrance of later things[e] yet to be     among those who come after.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
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