Vaguely Contextual Fuzzy Indeterminate Bullshit

Vaguely Contextual Fuzzy Indeterminate Bullshit​

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Organically metamorphosing into one another;​

Time itself is reborn once again as a memory.​

Not quite sure if time is living, or memory,​

Parallel processing can save a lot of time,​

Memory may save a lot of time as well;​

Processing can easily replace memory!​

But, thanks to quantum mechanics,​

Making fun, of Zeno's paradoxes,​

Assuming, time's an abstraction,​

What I often like to call, vaguely contextual fuzzy indeterminate bullshit!​

We now have scientific proof, we always have something to laugh about!​

Assuming we can never know very much about quantum indeterminacy!​

Therefore, it becomes indistinguishable from the void of our ignorance!​

Bereft metaphysical anchors, the faces of God parading all round us!​

Displaying bizarre, Fuzzy Indeterminate Relativistic Horizon Effects!​

Socrates spoke of the memory of God which none may remember!​

The One greater Truth that speaks louder than anybody's words!​

Four faces beginning with, any cartoon clown character logics!​

The more limited Truth being, whatever anyone says is a joke!​

Saying its wrong you may invent your own style of comedy!​

For infinity is limited because nobody has proved it exists!​

Whilst Socrates championed our One Triumphant Truth!​

Love may conquer all, when you are a scholar-warrior!​

Love looks not with eyes yet sees in everyone's hearts!​

Love's meaning eternally ennobling endless debates!​

Its not easy to see, what the naive among us may!​

Perhaps only a God can possess a perfect mirror;​

Which would shed light, clarifying everything!​

Mocking laughter echoing haunting me still,​

Shadows taunting me from each direction;​

Can it be live or is it only more memorex?​

The lights can be on but nobody's home,​

When metaphors, yet rule the universe!​

Within the calm of my own ignorance!​

Embracing quietest silence of laughter;​

That which has no purpose or direction,​

Also known as contextual entanglement!​

The greater context triumphs over content.​

Six dimensional mechanics, inside our heads,​

Some claiming perhaps as many as twenty-six,​

Some insisting, perhaps eight within singularity!​

Sorrow and fear, can often blow their own minds.​

Serendipity as the actual truth is finally discovered,​

Surprisingly, all Ugly Ducklings are beautiful swans,​

Stunned to learn they are the hero of their own dreams!​

Sometimes we may see where the road less travelled leads,​

Never pausing to try and figure out, what the hell fate is all about;​

Knowing the sky is never a limit the smallest of all children can still move mountains!​

Playing endless games of peek-a-boo to distract us while changing any poopie diapers!​

Mama has her dark side because she never takes sides, preferring to give anonymously!​

Not to mention, our mother nature has the wickedest multidimensional sense of humor!​

Which is why, to this very day, vaguely contextual fuzzy indeterminate bullshit remains,​

Everything anyone could possibly ever want and less, but it just depends on who you ask.​