The big dare:
Define reward to an organic automaton.
Make a point that rewards. Reward me for leading you on.
or, what´d´yḱnow?
Eh,
pop my bubble, but it appears
Dan Hooper,
knowledgist conimpeered reviews, knows,
scienticical as anything you can imagine, he
knows he believes knowable things,
which
I
don't know knowable, much less,
do I know them known knowns.
I do know I don´t know how a mortal can know
for sure, but it was likely something
was going to happen any way.
Words work, they make ways, truth be known.
It was, before time, impossible to know right? rrrr
ight is a tough concept to even, even, level, equaliated samesave
valuewise
smooth, no creases, no bumps
but
heavy, who knew? One door or many, you and I in the realm where
mortals claim to know, among other secret things,
What Happened At The Beginning Of Time?
- with Dan Hooper (Royal Institute Youtube)
But, I agree, a good rule for life is:
Imagine the speaker knows the exact same meaning for each
word he breathes,
that you may define with your connection to all known word definitions,
so you know what he means
the ex-act, out-active, meaning
intent to cover the chaos empowering the ever expanding universe,
and make it plain, so they may function
knowingly,
like a smooth running system creating slight
ripples
in the gospel truth reality in
which I find my treasure of once idle words, now accounted for.
ah, periods,
breathing commas, are such a wise invention.
The engines of our warfare are not carnal, meaty, muscled to push or pull,
**** and tear,
rubbed and scraped to
sharpen, push
gentle awl,
of any hard thing, pointed
through a poking
meme
to make a point. A once.
In time, a been.
A place to hook a silken thread,
as
I swing by on a whim, to hear
Point. Truscore.
****, proof.
We won
On with the show.
Upon such pointed slivers from actual out perience,
we agree, we join our extra ef-fort to ward
the newborn babe, effectually, fervently demanding
input, input, input, expel, expel, what! THHISMUSBEEHELL!
Burp. Not all gaseous beings belong in you.
Pat yśelf on the back, be kind to yo logos, yo logos be kind t'me.
Then, in the book of life, now on,
we
did that.
Set a landmark, what they called a breadcrumb,
for navigating stateless spaces,
in the early days of hyper text,
did I not hear a voice say outside?
color
outside the vector of time
oh, yeah. I know the tie in.
Re
ligate this to those old guitar god souldsoul
crossroad stories forming
a somewhat searchable
substructure to science, sci, with known uses,
conscience. Things we think we can do and do,
by virtue of knowing we did.
as far as this ever expanding state,
this bubble of being, we live and breathe in,
here, your role was dear, reader. Next is yours, to make of it all you will,
unless Sam Harris is right, and yoou have no will of your own.
I am bound to wander off into the confusion,
in search of lost boys, wombed and un, trapped under one of those spinner
things that seems too orderly to be random. Your reward,
activate this word:
rescue (v.)
c. 1300, from stem of Old French rescorre "protect, keep safe; free, deliver" (Modern French recourre), from re-, intensive prefix (see re-), + escourre "to cast off, discharge," from Latin excutere "to shake off, drive away," from ex "out" (see ex-) + -cutere, combining form of quatere "to shake" (see quash). Related: Rescued; rescuing
A christian by self proclamation asked me how a heretic could feel safe? I think he dared me to think you could underrstand knowing a guess is as good as a go. Both truth and treasure are where you find them, and make use of the knowing.
