Perhaps,
any thing that can happen, does.
That, then, is the realm of all possibility.
I am in this and
you may be, if you read along,
aligned with the considerable stars
unseen in the civilized consumption centers,
if ideas appear as stars,
are galaxies ideas until we see them closer?
Teleos, far seeing, fore thought foregone
conclusions,
never
happen in reality limited by life, in theory
of mind, as I imagine
minds. Kinds of whole POV schemata data,
virtually implanted
via **** and Jane, but more by cinema, the idea,
manifested,
as a way to entertain, compact mass attention
into states of common knowledge
assumed
you know, so you are guiled as well, until you tell
how did you know that you were
naked? no, were, if you are
even now,
if I imagine you are or not, changes nothing in terms
of possible or not.
But if I imagine you are so smart that any effort
art imposes
as a joy to behold, a grand grip on truth as beauty,
sublime beyond
so, so, simple arithmetic makes interest compound,
and money is never actual matter any more,
and we have the data that proves it infinite,
which Feynman hid under the rug, as part of the
possible joke.