"Ones words are not ones self Lucky!" laughed Dejavu, "We could never get them to speak of us if they were, too busy they'd be, being us, the bastards." Dejavu knew the old would be forgotten, and new too, that whatever mustiness moves us, or moves us to remove it would be lost to us, that what we loved of remembrance has always been our love itself. "Well," he said to the little mouse, "the wilds are calling me lucky! My luck itself has called me, I who have never had a calling!"
So words then as Dejavu would have us are not the thing themselves unless the thing be a word. Words are symbols for perceived states of being and through description condition is communicated, inside and out, outside and in. You could call conditions sensational head lines. Although we are not bound by words we do indeed bind or loosen our states of being with our words as is often testified to as we call upon the next witness... repost of a repast of consolidated considerations... All words, at their inception, arise from an embodied nature. Words are symbols for the apprehension of experience. The word, “condition,” means to speak with. The true meaning of a word is found in the experience it represents, and in turn a word is meaningless, absent it’s experiential conjugations. Intonation is the vibratory signature of a state of being. Molecular compounds, symbolized by conceived, spoken, and written words, are the particle aspects of the wave forms of these states of being. Everything has a body and everybody has a name. Every body has a vibratory signature and we name the animals. The human animal is called homo sapiens. The word, “sapient,” is quoted in its plural form because in man it refers to two distinct aspects, “knowing,” and, “tasting.” Homo Sapiens: knowing and tasting man. Vowels are the sonic expressions of being. The ”I am” announcement, the knowing part of sapiens. Vowels are whole tones. The tongue is the organ of taste. The tongue is the impli-mentor of consonants. Consonants are the attendant tonal relationships, harmonious or discordant, to the vowel, the self aware expression of being. Sonic expressions, according to frequency and duration in a temporal order, establish resonance. When you speak or listen to a word, the function establishes, maintains, or moderates a level of tension, relaxation, excitement, interest, etc., within the body. Tone comes from the Greek, tonos, meaning tension or stretching. This mentally focused articulation of tone, in turn establishes resonances or large oscillations with the environment. Very simply, when you are pissed off, you are likely to have angry engagements with your environment. You can talk a man to sleep or, inspire him to give his life for a cause. It is by way of these observations that we come to the metaphysical notation, “by his words, a man is justified.” By metaphysical thedope did not mean beyond physical but of the philosophical study of essential nature. "What is the call of the wild but that the undifferentiated voice of the wilderness be relief from our demands posing as our conditions. What stands before you is either your liberator or your jailer if you cherish passing sentences though it need not be"
"What? Words are words." said Dejavu. "As ideas we are always refreshing them." He decided not to pass up passing sentence on thedopes sentence - 'by his words a man is justified' . "A pleasant bedtime story for writers, and even certain elect speakers I'm sure" he laughed, "but one is only ever justified in ones being. Funny how those who know this want more than their justification. What after all should we really want in the way of words with those who want to be justified by them?!" He stopped his writing at this point, and went outside.
"Ah, but I must disagree, Dejavu. For are we not what we post and thus are our words not us, are they not the best show of our most inner self?" The little mouse laughs and does a hop skip at the end of her day. The one day every other week she can truly call her own.
"Ah, but I must disagree, Dejavu. For are we not what we post and thus are our words not us, are they not the best show of our most inner self?" The little mouse laughs and does a hop skip at the end of her day. The one day every other week she can truly call her own.
"You must disagree if you must little mouse," said Dejavu smiling, "only thedope will tell you we find those most agreeable whom we agree with!" he laughed. "You can be both those posts and I'll take you for the same if you like, evening out the scales, removing them from the eyes, sheathing the sword if not hanging it up altogether." Like the little mouse he loved what words shew of us. "A repost then, the third and last from me Lucky!"
Some may be happy and not care to be right. Justice is as it sounds, just is. And so Dejavu is justified in his verdict as his margins to the left and to right are aligned.
The little mouse smiles as she reads this truth. "Yes, one can only agree with that but a little struggle is what give the dull its taste, its richness, that which attracts the opposite to even out the scale and sheath the sword." Laughing she feels the sharp edges of the sword of truth. "Not always just is is justifiable or even justice. For some it feels as an injustice when one just is and does not use the veil pulled over ones eyes. To see reality, to live real life, to live and be alive isn;t for all humans a feast, most rather live the dream.
repost from elsewhere, new, someone confessing his genderchange with the goblin being supportive "...well, I'm just your average everyday sort of goblin I suppose..." replied the goblin knowing he couldn't prove it though, adding "...trouble is that nothing can be proved on this forumland anyway, so instead you'll just have to judge someone else by their posts alone, why, because in truth that is all of them that is really here for we are just words on your screen, where we become personas by what we write, and where the background is ever this virtual reality here, and what's another name for our virtual reality now, fiction, ah yes that's right we are all fiction then...", in fact, the goblin would befriend xxxxx but not for what she was in her dailylife but for what she would yet post xxxx
"Nothing average about a goblin and certainly not this one," the little mouse says while she snuggles up to an exceptional creature. "Average is the balance point of the seesaw some say, but is that really true? isn't it so that average is neither good nor bad, neither right nor wrong and certainly not a balance. Mediocrity, average, that which makes the masses happy. Do not stand out, do not stick your head above the average or it will be chopped off for fear of being better, achieving more than one ought to in the eyes of those who neatly fit in their box."
("...loved that one, I just saw it now..." went the goblin appreciating the mouse's input and the truth of her words then, adding "...one day many forum will have their own livewriters, then they will trace back its origins to a few livewriters on a sex forum, this one...") repost from elsewhere, the "I need a favour from you naughty people here" "...agreed then, perhaps it's not as sociable as here but it's not a bad forum in itself even though my thread there it top of their ignore list it seems..." replied the goblin who thought RS was ok as forums went, adding "...so why do you want to get banned there too, moreover, aren't there more important things happening upon the world theater today worth posting about than mere trolling then...", in fact, the goblin was always looking for new forum to post on so would be happy for the invite http://www.rationalskepticism.org/post1671010.html?sid=e7a3970d5a18248d6091e578a088aa82#p1671010
repost from elsewhere, the "Anonymous' Posters to Pay $13M in Suit" thread http://abcnews.go.com/m/story?id=16...=Libel+claim+against+forum+member&v=133247963 morning and the rain fell unabated once more, somehow the goblin, reading this thread from his bistro now, knew of that simple equation that zero times zero equals zero where somehow the anonymous flaming someone else anonymously results in yet more anonymity here, though perhaps the real lesson to learn has nothing to do with possible libel and everything to do with covering up one's tracks instead, saying "...me I use linux, my ip address is fluid, my material address behind the ip address is a standard linux clone and lastly I give away laptops to bistros letting the regulars use them at will, why, because there is no freedom of speech where one is held accountable, and besides too, what with the NDAA, the national defense authorization act, nothing stops them from torture, indefinite detention without redress to the due process of law, and arbitrary execution of anyone they deem merits it...", in fact, the goblin never flamed anyone but the times were clearly turning for the worse nowwhere anything one writes can incriminate one, concluding "...your duty is not to be cowered into silence, but you should be careful what you write on forumland, today's laxness towards you might turn into tomorrow's incrimination of you, for anything you write is just out-there now..."
"Ah, Soon," says the little mouse while she laughs. Carefully swirling the red liquid without spilling it. "Yes, let's not wait too long. Soon sounds very good. Now sounds even better." And she licks her lips as the smell from the kitchen reaches her nose. For even mice cannot escape that human trait of impatience. "We want it all and we want it now," is what Freddie sung once upon a time, and he was right. They go for what they want without delay.
("...just keeping you company..." went the goblin hungry for something to read from real people, adding "...normally this time of year I start being unable to post through the heat of summer, this year though the summer is late and seems very wet too, and keep those posts coming as I am your reader here...") repost from elsewhere, fighting trolls elsewhere "...thanks Jats for letting me in on that insight there, it's quite a letdown isn't it, I mean when someone who is terming himself to be a non reader of one's posts clearly turns out to be a non writer of posts too..." mentioned the goblin suspecting that most posters here on this forum could both do more in-depth posts and get more out of their posting experience by it too, smiling "...a lot is happening worldwide at this point, and no it doesn't really matter whether someone reads someone else's posts or not, but what does matter perhaps is that someone finds their own eyes and ability to speak out, because his or her real homework is actually seeing between all this slanted media coverage given to distract them and the real course of events that concerns them even when it is quite clear to one that they are utterly unable to change anything ...", in fact the goblin noted that in dailylife there was bodybuilding and on forumland there was mindbuilding, repeating the refrain of "...nobody reads my posts but it's always somebody who replies, nah I'm not buying it, I'll die aware and outspoken instead..."
"Did you know, friends, that I couldn't be here soon enough?" chuckled Dejavu mischievously, "But in life I'd have been with you in an instant!" He looked at the tracks and signs of his fellow posters in his thread, doing what he could not to think of it as some kind of burrow, no matter how it served him in the way of self-examination. "Flea!" he cried, "No-one has ever died aware! It's up to us live ones to transform the daily life!"
("...much happens from here on in..." replied the goblin, adding "...no, the problem is that they don't give it to just straight so we have to see through their deception towards the present financial decline, the end of empire, and the deteriorating weather patterns...", just that there was no reason to post, nor to look at the problems, just one did and in doing so one witnessed)
Dejavu had now read the hundred or so page preface of Shaws Androcles and the lion, but had stopped at the point of reading the play. Some day soon he probably would. "Love is reason enough for anything," he mused, romantically, challenging the universe to contradict him, knowing it really only enough reason for anyone.
"So, Dejavu, you've come crawling back!" smirked the slot, "And yet, just between you and me, it's as though you've never left!" Dejavu eyed the slot then at that point ( that's this one ) with a look of malice, but soon softened it with smiles. "Ah slot, nothing's just between us! Even that which doesn't get posted!" He looked at the post preceding this one, this one that was/is to become what you now see here, noting how long it had been since he'd read the rest of Androcles and the lion. "Dejavu", he then said to himself, "What is it you want here, online?" But his answer threw him, and suddenly preferring his thoughts themselves to their communication, he posted.
"What is it you want? Where ever you are, or are not," the little mouse says and she winks. "For who knows what is to become and if what was is reality or dream?" she looks up and to her surprise her action is mirrored, or is she sub-consciously mirroring the dreamlike reality of the living dream? "What which doesn't get posted will not be long unearthed and posted anyway, for your inner most self will not be denied and who you are shines through in what which does get posted..." She grins and grins as she thinks of those heavenly cheeses in the kitchen. "...so stop editing your inner most self and let what which was not posted find its way onto the slot, read Androcles and the Lion to the end, remember its morale and then be free to let your inner most self run free, online and in dailylife." She rises from the sofa to poke the fire and then heads out to the cold kitchen and get those cheeses and biscuits out. "Yes, feel free to be you and befriend the most unlikely of friends, and offer them help with no strings attached."
