The line is not: You pay for what you get.
The steganographia is not the encryption is not the transcryption,
Nor is it the ostensible coding.
The poison is the dose.
The doz>s>e is the poison.
The map is not the region.
“Here I do have a theory: Perhaps we got across because we sailed on the ocean and not on a map.”
THE RA EXPEDITIONS
Page (ostensibly) 341 aka M(42)
Imagine that ( x ) = x in subSCRIPT
Here you find (sub)SCrypçione
The lyric is: you get what you pay for.
Metatext (analogue ; tape ; printed to paper)
Light falls upon pages.
Back light shines from digital pages.
All rules have exceptions.
All rules are exceptional;
The rule without exception is thus exceptional.
You will die a voodoo death because everyone expects you to.
The tragedy of the commons is that there is nothing anyone cares to do.
Contagions of group expectations afflict your field of view.
A cursed question put on you: would you still die if no one thought you would?
Authority instructs you to confront mortality.
You and yours fantasize your finality.
You will die and Jesus loves you and this you know because a great big ole’ book told your parents so. But where is your existential subjective experience of this?
You are part of the totality, but, individually, you are also a triviality.
What you are is a value of a binary threshold function.
The sun shied back into the woods, partially concealed behind a cloak of mist and residual angular trajectory.
It gave the morning a quintessence of allure and glamour, even including that tinge of melancholy which the Vested feel.
I suppose nostalgia may be a more apt descriptor than melancholy.
Then again, I guess both words are completely right & dexter yet, simulateously, inappropriate.
The sun tests the boundary condition between night and day; everyday it rises.
I test the boundary condition within to see how supple and malleable I be without shattering into infinity just yet.
Dont own rights, but iggy owns rights to US punk verbe.
This has been reincarnated, to my limited experience, twice ( ala Michael Hutchence < of INXS, RIP > and the miraculous Deftones and MJK).
Listen to this track on great headphones and hear so much additional quintessence.