#mcgilchrist
Missed perception,
missed conception,
missed implication,
fists exist in the womb,
we see the mechanical means to hold
that wind.
Aha, you see, my role depends, hangs
from you,
a drip of sense, per haps the stuff
called gnosisnot…
Aitia, as a word, or a line
Aitia, assumes you see the tia-
Matters not, a disconnected god idea
Tia mat, aitia, shush a by, hush at best
- blow the man down
beastly idea, I owe you, payback
for the lies I told as knowns you knew…
THINGS, substantial things,
things of substance, faith , hope, agape
ape, naked
theories of time and chance and measure-
oh sure,
any line can make a reason, hooks you see,
infer reference to reasons, to fold
as indicated
along the dotted line.
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Friction is resistance, feel, the urge
to not let go,
at the edge of understanding as standing
under pouring rain, rain we all must use,
we are forms for water, once rain, many times,
to imagine with,
as one think links another, and sense of tow,
pulling
dragging, friction
from fictional characters, abstractions,
ones of one of thoses,
wit-minds they own,
living as aimed,
from most recent reset, empirical
lesson learned life. Per-ifery vision,
pulls the eye to see a certainly meaningless bird.
Pauselah and all, meaning being nothing alone.
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Dune, dam the sand, didn't we--
the powers that be pushing cinema,
emotion enhanced shared experience
with strangers, in the dark, attention
focus, extend
to Netflix, and ever after, not the sameness/
- relatively tiny frames of focus,
- re imagine Monument Valley on a tablet.
The show-business intention was artful,
expose the world to panoramic vision,
from Universal Studios, et cetera,
and Radio Knock Outs, every body re-
cognates, co-gnosis, lock, looking
out, from Kansas City, or Kiev
- there is no time like the present
- we developed in, to occupy
- busy as a we/
- this is surreal, so clear and sharp
(rest perspective to default} - that should say
RESET
In the story we lived in, in the Bible,
fully functional for cultural via-ducting
truth, and nothing but the truth, so
line upon line
help me, God. I heard it's said the riches
of the wicked are laid up for the just,
so…
just, child lesson, see so, as a child,
- But Job answered and said,
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed,
and my calamity laid in the balances together!
For now it would be heavier
than the sand of the sea:
therefore my words are swallowed up.
yes, child,
imagine all the sand on all the shores.
As seen on TV, by nearly all the eight billion,
needed to make up our next cosmic byte…
If we get back
to aitia, we can ask for judgement…
come,
let us reason
together, through all cutting off of fluency,
we advance a means, and idly add a concept,
ways, as if we are the ways
and means committee,
co meaning like a way one hand may
wash the other, as
co-operation, brain and extentions,
-ygnowaddameans, aug-mental
tension,
cur- ma'dam cure eeeeeeeeeee
easy ease, re loose the captives,
let the o-pressed go free….
loose the fist locked and cocked, wave…
Think along the lines in times, whenever,
just now,
you watch raindrops wind a way to an edge
& plop, sound magnified
as in a bull-barn, plop… what scale are we?
-present tense
very insignificant… considering ants as
Ant-man, mirror neuronal echoes,
how will those effect my grand children.
RIP Stan Lee, you really tweakt my head.
-- this can't be default, we can't hold the idea…
The fullness of the godhead, ****** right.
That is expansive. Believe me, we survive.
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
Bang the drum slowly
There was a rhythm, an echo
Everything, after to day has been leavend
by Iain McGilchrist I heard him speak on Youtube.
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We can learn forever, I think he agrees. We live to learn.
I've lived a bit longer.
When the teacher is ready the student appears
in arrears
twisted from duty by dereliction
do you understand, stand under, any
one thing word god idea and that's it truth?
I do.
What idea do you stand under?
Seek and ye, meaning me, shall find.
seek a place where you believe that is known
make that place your home,
make that place
make that
effectual, fervent axing fells the forest for the trees
if you please, brief turing-inspired tests of ideas
re-presenting old good ideas
rusted through disuse
for possible recyclings through a level of minecraft.
the wargames are
less
rewarding, post-war on terror.
After age 27, winning alone is not enough,
even the gang, the fam, the team
all the weese we ever was
We aint. I am
needing meaning like air
oh my god, a worship song I heard that
You are the air I breathe
do we, the we of you and me believe air is good?
we do, I knew. Good, 'ts'at mean? Air is meaning?
all one after the morph into alone
I am the way or there is no way
that could be the story but for you,
I-Thou Philosophy, I bow to thee,
en passant on pointe
Ministry of truth Prognosticator Hagee he say
Hell? Yes, he say Hell yest'here is a hell for all
who fail to escape it. I say
One way or another,
you escape one hell,
paying nothing more than proper attention
to detail (did we define duty),
you know how, do it as needed,
friends help but
eventually, something like a father must judge me
good. That is the whole duty. Or else nothing,
eventually right,
live a life that brings honor,
he who troubles his own house
inherits the wind,
you heard he said I came to divide?
Split the flow with a contrail of ice
cutting through the clouds
a jet plane don’t know if
any thing of the sort was ever seen
before my generation.
slice the current into paisleys bubbles reaching away
from the point whence most heat meats least resistance
boiling begins
bubbles emerge and pop.
as old as sin
then
yada, the chorus sings, all the little milk sops sing
yada yada yada and mock the need
to know, you know? More,
after all's been said and done why goes on,
she waves, Cliché crashes to my frontal lobe from lizard brain
Dive in
follow wisdom flowing past
our di er rama drama direct ******** of re ality ify ing
ding.
Did that work? That's maybe
as good as praying, effective
Judge you, I judge me. Can I live with your
following the flow I followed
ob right ob vious not en vious
if the clouds and rain were what water wishes to be,
first some tears must add specialsalt to the sea,
earth salt, from mudmen,
then salt ***** water from
the mud after the flood
when the mammoth
died, (Thank him, for his bones)
then grandpa tells another lie and we laugh
and he weeps
it only hurts, when I laught, he winks,
She pushes and the story takes 'is father's breath,
his first alone, all one, all the air in the world
flowing in to fill the need pressing listing
need need need to breathe
lusting listing and
there,
a new whirl in the world
with all the wind an heir may need
someday, from one bubble to another
in one breath.
One beat of the walking drum,
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC