See this old fishin' reel snarled? A waste of time to untie
what can be re-tied
and, and is a big junction in the start of a story, and
after retying, be used for it's purpose,
see, if a retie won't work, you know, this monofilial-******
fibratory idea's slippery,
inside outside one way optical influence, IF
this was that situation then this knot would call patience
to bher the burden of learning to
un ravel a snarl of expert's ties to rights which they hoped would never slip, as they stepped into next...
in this instance, fishin', out in the gypsum beds,
ancient corals once grew,
-- real life Lake Mead, who was Mead? A man who executed a plan
to dam the Colorado,
and the whole world heard the whales in Baja weep, but we have learned.
We go on
learning earth has lived through
times and times and times
a gathering must have first
seemed a good idea,
by then, by the point any story can stand, but first, a
point upon a time,
tricky balance act, takes this much of ever to imagine right,
many Planck-secs and Google-plexhours past
way back when
we the earthy sapient beings, be came, ere
we were
human, we were
what? Not angels and demons, those need so much more time to evolve than this.
Word stuff,
Poetry.
This is the third millennial bubble
begin
when my da was working in Alamogordo, '44.
I'll go see, live or die, try
to remember, who took the doorstop? Feynman said it was platinum
This is default download from the germs,
first tasted in open air on a moment you imagine you remember,
you can now imagine being born and no scarier story need be known
--- past now is only next, never never,
--- always a place to step
--- there, be
--- still
--- connection secure
knots of knowns, are knowledges, gotten with wisdom
getting, as we mellow and
ripen to re
al ize
common sense complexes of knowns needed to operate earth,
these aphoristic word frames encaging emotions we
need gage theory to envision, these
we believe, are edged in the sort of dust
a diamond farmer might use to shine a mirror
here, we give such a mirror to
each child surviving you,
should you
have survived, thus far,
you must
find
your kind, in the will,
your kind inherits the earth, and
if you
stir things, meek as Moses, make some trouble in you own 'ouse,
see, we
double dip, we inherit the wind, as well.
Earth is the whole biosphere, here. Thus, the troubler of the house of knots worth untying, begins to unravel the snarls and straighten
this knotted thread
to spite the micro-bio leaven pollen dust enclosed, as a curious bee
leaves a little could be
upon this line, where this knot
fast-bound,
we know
Hermes-tic click sealed since a known
knowable was tied in this
wordy
very complex bit of re
lated things, things known knowable in theory,
now, power is back on, it is 2019, on land once involved
with a story begun in 2018, when the power went off,
bowing to a named wind… as did the fire that year, too.
--- what have we learned?
knowledge means locked knowing, click. A knot, after a previous knot,
no feathers or stones of seed,
a touch of shaken pollen,
from a bee-- such
we be leaven be, long, long, long strings of knots and fibers marking
needle-point story stitching, sinking
into ancient ancient sapience,
unimagined - ha- nadas unimaginable ifn ye magine it...
we bee safe in this us, this we, the people who hold truth
learned today as tightly as our kind holds truths,
as treasures found, stolen, lost, bought, stolen, lost, found, taken as granted,
this legacy of ideas fit to words fit to my tongue, tasted, tested, spoken,
yea, for ever, in every imaginable sense,
AI account for every idle word,
uttered
which may ever be ab-
used by some here-tic wishyawasme.
Loving my enemies is one of those things,
I take with a grain of salt,
knowing there's room for hate in love,
as there's a set for null in all,
assets-wise
big data is how 2019 functions, idle word
counting algorithms,
are mining all myths and shipping manifests
for clues to who's making money
seem worth dying for,
in mortal terms.
Amusers are first paid in amusement.
Is the roofer dancing?
Peace is heaven, I heard, my word, I said,
heaven and it's kingdom are,
in me, if i examine my
self-logo, my brand,
my mark left to my children's thousandth generation,
who have survived
the upgrade.
Peacemakers who survive dimensional novel bubble-life,
mememeory Y as y in in all working things,
a knot is a stop, a step, where a knower of all as far as you know,
once, stood. The boy walking the trail marked
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
From <https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+8%3A28&version=KJV>
This is on the trail very far along after the sign saying
this is the path less traveled by,
still.
Same AI
