i seem to have discovered what
drives the "average"
atheist...
well...
i'm not fan of either:
but the amazing atheist's
critique of jordan peterson's
book?
you pick these "nuances"
up the more you look, closely...
yes, i did go to a catholic
school,
but no, i refrained from
being confirmed...
baptism?
nothing i could have done
about that...
aside...
as i of the people:
and the people just keep hanging
around the Pillars of Samson,
e.g.:
the man made "no sense":
sense as in what?
to see, to hear?
so he made sense...
nonsense is a different
variation of:
what remains of
the post-pentagram
"yoga" session..
only when an atheist
succumbs to rhetoric
do i see it...
i thinker would sooner
succumb to etymology
and shut up...
but an atheist?
upon listening:
do you hear it?
it's like they're craving
an ever-more necessary
expasion of their
vocabulary...
i find all atheists
to be word-starved...
they read
a thesaurus like
a bible,
like:
oh you see it when
an author reduces
himself / herself
to the use of a thesaurus:
the word looks like
a mile,
when it should looks
like a centi-
of a -metre.
i'm not defending
either of the people
involved...
i already gave my
cent flicked into
a fountain for luck:
rule 13: wear pajamas
to bed...
rule 12:
pet a cat when you encounter
one in the street...
yeah... about that...
(scratching of the head:
i.e. Adam implies
thought...)
imagine: Rodin's
le penseaur via a chirogram:
almost "unnatural":
with an arm
outstretched,
then folding,
then parts of the hand
scratching the cranium...
like: serious art,
taken to the circus...
but that would be enough
to: forget the chin,
the folded hand
in a pact of non-aggression,
a count of knuckles
like the limbs of
a sleeping spider
lodged in a spider-web...
i think: verb -
chiro-:
give me a minute
to sieve through
the grammatical
structures
of the sensing...
nonetheless:
i find the majority of atheists
to be starved
from a:
lingua anti deo...
i haven't found
a vocal atheist to be
a case for a: silence
associated with an investigation
to amount to an etymology...
atheists, i find,
are always... "riddled"
by "feeling"
inadequate,
concerning their acquisition
of vocab.,
an atheist will always
become intrinsic to the existence
of a thesaurus...
atheists are prone
to exfoliate their base:
of everyday spreschen
via...
yes... the casual author
appears terrible:
having to make use of
a thesaurus:
the ******* word
looks like a sore thumb,
or a trumpet for a worth
of an elephant's trunk
dipping in imitation:
for a flush of water...
that 12nd rule though...
eeeeeeeeh...
no...
sorry...
someone should have told
him: cats are not that
gullible to attend to petting
from someone walking
a street at night...
drinking a beer...
ever have a staring
contest with a fox?
em... "oops"?!
see... not all cats can be
petted, randomly,
on a street...
give or take: a P.U.A.'s
fraction of a gullible ****'s
worth to the
"blessed night's" completion...
no: no random cat will
allow itself to be petted,
but find one:
sure... you'll pet it...
but... aaah...
find a fox...
and stand against
it with a touching distance...
now you're into
a serpentine of
at least the 15th rule,
for "life"...
nonetheless...
atheists...
i don't mind them...
a god, no god,
no vector,
no coordinate,
yet still the "familiar"
consequence
of "things"
being fathomed
via the medium of
in situ...
but...
atheists have been prescribed
an ontological "quest"
that demands: of them,
to "reiterate"...
"new" words need
to be employed...
"new" words need to be
"found"...
there are those words
used in a framework
of speaking "freely"
that succumb to...
being looked up, prior...
you can see a punctuation
mark
when there's no
punctuation mark
apparent...
but there's a clarity
of a hunger that can only
be associated with atheism:
in that it's a...
crafting
a necessity fabric of / for
a rubric of vocab. -
in the least: to peacock...
in the most:
shut-up
and not appear as some
New Yawn-kipper...
how... ever...
why would the chin be so
incredibly important
to source it, as an artifact
for the proof of thought?
had that statue a beard:
you'd receive an imprint
of a man:
fiddling with a beard,
atuned to resemble
playing a violin...
but no statue:
of a man... in the most
worth of an chirogram attest:
i.e. scratching his head...
yes, Socrates had the questions,
he, an anomaly
of what becomes
of old, demented,
age process in a script's worth
of indicators...
anomaly...
and subsequent philosophers?
as long as the narrative
survives...
as long as the narrative
becomes more and more
entrenched, intrinsic:
then we can labor moving
forward:
on the whims of a maxim...
but sooner or later,
a la rochefoucauld or a nietzsche
comes along...
utters his maxims
and leaves them... adrift:
on the chance of:
by precursor notices of
"said" farces: they become
resonant
pirates of wisdom...
the instruments that
are a will: to provision
a humbling...
a... knee to tongue
approach...
i don't mind atheists...
i just find them
vocab. starved...
whenever i hear them
speak, i can't but begin
to orientate myself
around their "thinking":
in that,
the precursor is
always a thesaurus...
and image becomes:
ein waßerfall von zungen -
me? i have to unlearn
the bogus chirogram of:
in the name of the father,
and of the son,
and of the holy spirit...
i.e.
go north / up / it goes to the head,
go crux / center / it goes to the heart,
go left / your left hand
gets chopped off,
go right / your right hand
gets chopped off...
an atheist is still
someone who seeks to
nibble on the excerpts of
politico sophistry...
not withstanding
the crux of: the short-cut...
i can see the vanity
of atheists...
seeking the art of rhetoric...
perfecting it...
to me... atheists are
very much akin
to rhetoricians...
what couldn't
possibly be a desire to expand
on one's vocab.?
hell...
in the age where
aesthetic is lesser known
form of knowledge,
and knowledge is
worth just as much
as: trivia...
petting a cat
on a street, at night?
not so easy...
try freezing
a fox into an exchange
of a stare
within a framework of:
the pair of you
are made unison
for a moment...
only a meter apart.
