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Thursday, November 01, 2018
9:42 AM
this is our choosing.
we the subjects, the agents of our own intents,
patients, please, await the signal.
Box up your Bohring atoms collected in 7th grade,
wit' yer stamps, n coins n cards n ****
(tha's WA tag, ovahdtoppinallahthishit- -suprimpost)
step out to the fuzzy edge of reality and look
to and fro, go on, imagine the universe a bubble,
along the line of Heisenberg's electron vision
super positioned in that box
with Schrodinger's cat
thus the fuzzy edge, eh?
Close up. neutronic axiomatic close
up
can't say
pre-cise-d-ly ex-zact-ed-ly when
the other side begins?
Are we aware?
Who won the war?
The game?
No, the war, who won the war?
Why.
Because I need to know, I think, to choose?
Why won. How and what and when and where and all the con
tenders considered,
did not win. They wrote books, but they did not win.
Let me learn a story and my children will hear it right,
from me to them. That's relative-if-it-ication,
there are better ways to say everything,
the story, per se, remains
pro-babble-ity demands equal opportunity with
equal hope of out come,
in valence
in balance (vaca, baca, tomata tomoughta)
Value balance at the fuzzy edge of your own bubble,
your bubble of known knowns (beliefs are in this set),
man on a wire, bird on a wire,
Occham cut my throat, if you fall, trust me, I'll pay.
Choosing Illuminated or Illuminati or mere-r-ly free,
let us pro-ceed,
past conspiracies are now no more than stories being told
as they were told
before the recent war
reconstructed realities arose from the dead on both sides,
whose side is the watcher on?
who accused him. Why, no, how. How accuses the seer,
why ex-amines the seen scene sensuous mystery
field of NULL.
My God. Imagine NULL, my God did that. Can your god
imagine that?
Mebbeso, mebbeeno, gottacogitate, whaithere.
If we agree that we, as in
We have to be a moral people, means:
we, you and me, reader writer sayer hearer or
whatever
concept of us as an inseparable dichotomy with
sum zero field anomaly twixt us
spooky
at a distance, Middler, not Einstein,
last big hit, remember
At a distance,
the edge of everything seems
sharper than any two-edged sword
you ever imagined.
Here,
Higgs-close, where any thing can matter,
at a whim,
Be still.
Still works.
You now new know you knew
right and wrong exist in good,
wrong alone exists in evil, which
In this story, from a winner POV,
is NULL ift, no chance, ever.
To be continued… another line, or two per
haps.
Haps we have made too clear, mortals see right
through them.
While that is good, in balancing things,
we have tremes ex isting in many minds at once,
what's
to be?
Hap, solidifed, happenstance, sistere, give the word.
Done. You recall, it is finished, the alluded to quote,
the bid accepted,
the olde deluder protested,
you recall, who will go?,
I'll go, there was a rhythm in the keys akey aqui a
letter must belong in a word to mean athing, eh?
Waddabou'soun'? say eh letter or more, a vibe
like say aaaaaaah at the doctor looking down my throat,
oughtayasee?
Nuthintall.
Later, ya'll, dream a little dream Ferme
---this did not end there it begsan ah
so
In the beginning all things began,
It's just that simple,
said the side named right by itself, and, odd-at-first-seeming, by
its op positon, but not by down or charm or weird or the un committed
on foreign assign meant un trans late able here
A super positioned time paradox on the part of the mortals involved here.
that explains this.
clear if I see it as you see simple is a poor substitute for sublime,
if I may have said so myselved several times over.
Hello Poetry, this is the signal.
Let patience have her perfect work. The fun'sbegun.
Getting a Christmas feeling. Thinking JOY TO THE WORLD. what would that be like, if it were up to me. We could form a party, may make a thing out of JOY TO THE WORLD ENEMIES DON"T MATTER ANY MORE-- a musing thought, join me.
