Things written in unawareness that matriculated from immersive awareness intent upon impeccability.
Category: time
Fearlessly climbing. Equus Callebus
His gal, this gal, she’d run thru the jungle for ya and ya’lls, babe, my sugarfooted mouse.
Of the woods I have no fear. For there was I raised.
Of the caves, I do not go deep. Of darkness there will be epochs to learn, so I rush not.
Of the mesa do I have resonance, having ere dauntingly danced to dodge the threat of exposure to lightening.
What I know, you know not.
What you know, I know not.
LET no assumption be made, except that Ae submit aem love. Aem written. Tolle lege. Anon, anon; and, on and on. Aem, we are, new, I do contend.
Lovesome intent is my Tao.
Let’s follow Macha’s dictum and See it Another Way.
What you think I know, i dont.
What you think has been made painfully obvious, i see not.
What you must remember, I’m just a doe eyed dummy, man.
Yet I love you still,
despite not knowing your face, name, OR voice.
You are the scepter at the feast, and the feast is mentally prepared for you alone, by myself. Through my longing for real touch and to discard this silicon love in order to know flesh and blood love, with my love. Lovesome intent.
Fawning through the forest. No end game, just the breath of a moment and hope for companionship.
This is patience, not prudence.
Come or say you won’t.
The girl who dogged…
She flit and she drove them and him mad, both equal and in tirn,
Though those who would tell her herself to her face, only elicited her giggles, and quickly jumps ‘ere, with discomfort tempered in and with unconditional love.
She loved man by his his touch. Effortlessly and yet also endlessly.
His confusion at her ease and grace in such a magical endeavor, only furthered her own confusion and lovesome smitteness.
But she could wait.
She was desparately patience…for this.
Effing idiocy of self
Who is not guilty.
As soon as I accuse I am guilty.
Your dispassionate acknowledgement aches as much as that I aver myself to you in dispassion, presumeably.
Share and share alike says the one with no vested interest in sharing.
What are we to make of this?, says the hardworking young lady who only recently became vested.
Benevolence could unsuspectingly become malificence here.
Here in our position. Do we care?
But what would they know of us, anywazy.
They would know what we allowed and told.
Because as beautiful nobodies, we dodge gazes but come together in verbal symetry.
Equilaterally pentacling.
Miraculous
Alice Ladder’s Piece
Solenoid (i.e. why illustrations make everything better)
A Sufi quote, Inayat Khan
In man, the Creator has, so to speak, completed nature; yet the creative faculty is still working through humanity, and thus Art is the ultimate step in Creation.
Article: Explore these pristine, little-known Maya ruins
Explore these pristine, little-known Maya ruins
While over water
An adjective describes a noun.
If a noun can be said to have an existence independent of ourselves (or at least, an empirical reality [ meaning a potentially ‘objective reality’ ]);
Then, our adjective cannot be said to be much more than subjective speculation?
Disingenuity
Smiles steeped in stillness;
superiority situated in silence.
It is tart, so, pucker up.
Pardoning your progress–
and your precious predilections.
Prefer perforation
Seration from your own sermon, please.
Paragons are only prerogatives.
Made
You shall make it utterably Swift because I am inexorable, unyielding, and relentlessly
Merciful.
I feel you like a swift breeze across my brow, made apparent only through the
Perspiration of my effort under intent.
I do naught but believe that I will not go against myself.
I submit. I am love.
AEm Written.
Tolle lege. Anon, anon.
You see Eve, and/or Lilith.
But I’m Helen Estelle and Alice Ladder
Give.
Aside: A side note about 2 Common English Words
“Terrific”, like “awful”, used to mean something quite diferent…
Caught up with Xeno
Standing there, snarling beast-eyed
and in a state of quickening.
Suspensed by imagination,
frozen & forever in the endlessness of one instant,
just like Achilles, never catching a tortoise in
a race that took place only in Xeno’s mindseye.
A New Moon
We wear Rapture’s cloak on nights of the new moon;
silver crescent scarcely seen and slender.
Original conjunction of Earth, Moon, man and Sun, was that
causing the first scribe’s swoon.
Dirty South
Consciousness and Self-Awareness. Informal
Certainly a dog has more self-awareness than do insects.
A dog displays a sense of self during interactions with a dog pack. A hierarchy exists within a pack and every member knows its position. For this to occur, the dog must have an awareness of things existing outside and independent of itself. The dog must also conceptualize its life relative to the lives of other dogs.
A dog adjusts its own behavior in response to the behavior of another dog. The two dogs are working together. They are aware of their own existence and the existence of others.
The rules of the pack hierarchy are tacitly accepted, known, and enforced by all members of the pack. The dogs create something appearing quite similar to a little society-a system of interactions collectively conspiring to create a greater likelihood of survival and reproduction than pack members could expect were they to live alone.
Dogs seem to have selves because cooperation has been/is selected for in the milieus within which dogs exist/ed. A dog does not have the faculty or facility for language, nor does it have an opposable thumb. These are two things possessed by humans alone. These are two things making us unique. Yet still, the self-awareness of dogs seems of a different substance than your, mine and everyone else’s self-awareness.
I assert self-awareness is a condition required of mammals. I assert self-consciousness is a phenomenon separate from consciousness (i need to define consciousness here). I assert that humans are the sole possessors of consciousness but that this is and always has been subject to change. I proclaim self-awareness and its interactions with the reality in which it finds itself produced the conditions under which consciousness could arise. I say human consciousness is the evolutionary product of self-awareness experiencing reality through sensory organs. Further, it was these interactions occurring within the valleys and peaks of a very, particular fitness landscape and that these interactions, over time, created a milieu in which it was advantageous to have a more refined and intuitive awareness of self and the local environment. By advantageous, I mean, a more sophisticated self-awareness created more opportunities for survival until a reproductive age, more opportunities to reproduce at that age, and a better ability to ensure the survival and health of offspring until they grew.
I proclaim that self-awareness enabled society. But it was the complex system of interactions occurring between and among the social structures of a society and the humans whose interactions make up that society, which selected for the phenomenon which we call human consciousness.
Self-awareness led to society and society led to increased and more refined self-awareness. The further interactions of selves and society produced a complex system whose interactions resulted in the two novel epiphenomena we call “culture” and “consciousness.”
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