consciousness sounds so much better in other languages... e.g. świadomość - which literally translates back into english as: awareness... or a step futher: an awareness... which does away from the concept of ego, given the existence of the opposite / direct article, invoking a god, or a collective, i.e. the awareness.
tree / man looking at a tree
i'm an object
looking at an
object -
my attetion though?
i'm a subjecting
a tree to be
a subject
rather than an object...
the tree?
its subject is photosynthesis,
on an unconscious levelling
to my own, sure,
photosynthesis
is the tree's objective...
but the poly-intrinsic-dependency
any parasite will tell you,
i need to scoff off this organism
to serve an existential purpose
of existence per se...
only in english, has the post-scriptum of
**** sapiens has been found:
the divided man, the **** schizoi...
sheerly through the laziness of
not establishing a bilingualism psyche:
the concept of an english gentleman ought
to understand,
given that nietzsche stated that
a "polite" society disavows the practice
of dialectics...
surely then a polite society can't be
mono-lingual...
for multi-culturalism to "actually"
exist, you require the basic foundation
of bilingualism...
rather than concerns for the genitals
in the argument of bi-sexuality...
if your idea of god is in your underwear,
then clearly he won't exist,
besides oral ***,
a Y in the tongue?
a tongue as a Y?
the same reason bonsai tigers (cats)
have lizard eyes, and actual tigers have
humanoid pupils, never the shrinked
slits...
tina "*******" tuner!* though...
what's love got to do, got to do with it...
got to do with it...
who needs a heart
when a heart can be broken...
never abiding or succuming to the "logic"
of arithmetic, a necessity of the counting
method, well, given the calculator,
me? just watching sparrow...
thinking about the size of their eggs,
of all and every bird: lizards with wings...
jerky...
twitchy even...
rather than sullen crows walking
with the sort of labour effect of a carpenter...
the sparrows? winged kangaroos...
just hopping...
and itchy upper-spines
akin to the almost detachable heads
of insects... ******* a.d.h.d. in the making...
it's raining and i'm wearing sunglasses
saying outloud: **** me! it's sunny!
