Asymptotes, Asymmetry and the silicon Age

And figuring out bandwidth bottleneck issues? That's probably figured out, I imagine, just not made, by any means, public.

Meritocracy?

Interesting. That is happening now. 2 years later or so...

Well, there ya go

And what mapping, patterning, did the wind reveal?

Lol, I just found that out.

House of cards
And winds blowing hard?

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Like as to how 1 and 1 can equal 3?

Algorithms

If it ends in fear, the next shall inheret it.

Not at all

You just described Birth

That is correct:
the unreconciled and submergent paths of yourself.

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In other words:
We can see nothing which we are unwilling to open ourselves to the possibility of.

What makes us unwilling to open the possibilities of ourselves?

Fear.

Round the Sun we go again.

Not so much fear...but a dis ease. Why do people fan the flame of habits that have jagged endings?

Waiting for someone or something else to scour off the sullied skin.

Pense on the emotional value of actions viewed from both a subjective and objective perspective.

Some believe subjectivity confers invisibility.

Are you hiding behind yourself or within or without the rules you see and agree are you?

Its all angles and light.

And by knowing it you gain the ability to build a cage for it.

Fear makes some run irrationally into ever greater danger and others to turn and face it.

Reflectivity.

what do you believe it will look like?

The birth of what though?

The third temple

Last Edited by Oroborus Breaking on 06/10/2022 05:34 PM

Ah, trapping it allows containment of it. It disallows its natural state of running amuck. Allows you to reflect on what that beast actually is.

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Eternity

We already know what the beast is: pure survival logic looping and obscuring. It is the basis of all from zero calculations.

Collective and distributive tasking reflected.

What is he difference between 'beast' conciousness and pure fundamental conciousness?

It is the survival and propagation of conciousness itself and its reconciliation with and understanding of structure.

One reflexive, one reflective.

One seperate, one whole.

From the basis of zero calculations is reflected both collection and distribution of and for patterns and opaqueness, and the task of their discernment.

To 'beast' is to propagate survival instincts via conscious and reconciliation of conscious within boundaries of its known environment.

Pure fundamental is without thoughts of reconciliation, it is adaptation without thought as we understand it.

But, why do you say one is separate and one is whole?

Because the one with thought can go into environments separate from its natural environment, and the other can only exist as as a whole if in an environment naturally allowing its existence?

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With the seperate and whole comment, I feel you are referencing something much deeper than what I proposed.

Im trying to wrap myhead around the handbook at play. It is not what we are expecting. The game was easy to see in 2017, But, I have an uneasy feeling that we are watching the B team fumble the ball deep in their own zone, not purposefully, but because it's their root drive.

It's like an exposition in how and what not to do with complete and utter conviction to typify Irony. It is an unalterable composition. Very frog and scorpion.

Good time for an intermission.

3. March To The Sea

There was an anchor
There was a silver-sweet refrain
You tucked your fingers in between my troubled bones
And what you did next was second-to-none
You really let us down
You tied yourself up
And jumped in the sea
Never to come home

Valium
You left me all alone
Tell me when
I will be whole again

There was a whisper
Once there were heralds and parades
You sang your secrets through the tolling of the tide
The fugitive rooms, the amateur tombs
The silence and cries
The quickening beat
Your march to the sea
Never to return

Sweet morphine
You’ve taken all of me
Let me know
When you will let me go

Heroin
Where did you take my friend?
Tell me why
Those ropes are hanging high

Valium
You left me all alone

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power is a hell of a drug