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thedope sat twain differing perspectives emanating from what thedope and others had seen before. If life is loves condition as Dejavu had said, it would seem to prefer the young and the specific which brings a question to thedope's mind, why life would withhold respect from some of the more advanced of age? It meters out in lovely nature that the longer lived, take cetaceans for example, consume those who are more brief in their timeliness as plankton yield to apex predator. thedope felt sometimes that the distaste that Dejavu salivated over on one side of his condition was to the point of prude or of course thedope must have misinterpreted the young man as a self righteous but virtuous elderly woman. thedope was more secure in his observation that Dejavu was moved idealistically and thedope had learned from the root of his own idealism that no idealistic height to which he had devoted his imagination could approach the awesome reality of the sublime that enveloped him when his meditation passed beyond the symbolic that he had previously sought. "Must have body works Dejavu as long as anybody will do", said thedope.

 

"Go on... 'meditating' then thedope!" said Dejavu nonchalantly, not finding any refreshment in thedopes words, though nevertheless holding out hope for thedope himself. "Yes, your imagination should be sublimated to the dance! All come to think on their feet in some sense after all!" Dejavu had always found his disgust to blow over as soon as he let his laughter reign. "Sorry," he said, over the cold rushing water, "what must have 'body works'? Beings? Yes, all beings have bodies, the ones of light you're holding out for are already here! Anybody will do what thedope?!" He smiled, wondering if thedope was asking for a lift somewhere. "Would the advanced in age think us young ones to withhold respect, ours or theirs, in our advances? If they can keep up, they will see for themselves!" No, it was as Dejavu said, his being willing to go on articulating our reality. Life didn't "yield" to itself anything but more.

 

thedope wanted to excuse his belief in disembodiment with the fact we can die. Dejavu was in no position to deny thedope his attempt. His ideals were not as important to him as were perhaps imagined. "Some words then from one who would laugh over the idea of 'withholding' respect!" he said.

 

thedope was simply not impressed by the inability to find something one might desire as it is the very definition of vain apprehension. thedope cared for what is so and recalling the detrimental effects of lessons unlearned did not care to support vain hopes but to remember and remind that what is real cannot be caused to cease to exist.

"Why is Dejavu out holding hope", wondered thedope, "and not finding what he wants.".. Unreliable metrics, we being the measure of all our experiments. If god is a fig leaf of the imagination then god stands before it. Could it be after all that Dejavu had agreed the thought comes first? Words are symbols of experiential conjugations and the progenitors of our conditional narrations, our god, not being outside of us is that which we invoke as good or the conceptions of good that we are devoted to. Godliness is the ability to come to a consistent finding, the last arbitrary judgement.

Lie lie lie, all lies in jest till a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

Frequency Modulation high fidelity surround sound and if the organ of seeking be sound the whole body will be full of light. Luminosity and vibration are the funda mentals of our particulars.

 

thedope cared for what is 'so'? Dejavu couldn't get thedopes hypocrisy out of his nose fast enough not to throw up a few signs of life. "What is real can be caused to cease to exist thedope, even if reality itself cannot" he said. One of thedopes sayings was that life cannot be harmed. Dejavu loved it only as a war-cry. "It's impressive to see you now deem not just light but motion to be dancefloor!" he laughed, "but your consistent finding, your last 'arbitrary' judgement, those are things I shall never share with you."





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79dZ44Mx_tE"]Mad Lion-Take It Easy - YouTube

 

Another post then

"Out of your mind then?" laughed Dejavu. "Your evening, your straits, your equatoring, they're your very own thedope." Dejavu was watching all this dub step and trap and who knows what else springing up, not believing as some seem to that we're through the jungle.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlsQpNUxmUE"]Clicks & Whistles - Can't believe (Original Mix) - YouTube

 

"When old ones forget what it is like to be young is when young ones must remain young and help those forgetful ones remember," Says the little mouse.

a repost then ...

The little mouse sits on the sofa, barely awake and stares into space as boys go through their daily life where they must adapt to a new routines for their lives change constantly and nothing ever stays the same. "Why do humans send their young ones off as early as they do to learn things? Things they do not need to know when they are barely out off their diapers? Spelling and counting when playing should be most important at such a young age, turning them old before their days." The mouse shakes her head. Then smiles glad to see the human work hard not to let the inner child perish, not even when times ask for adulthood.

 

thedope lapsed into soliloquy as though he were in fact being accompanied,
Life yields to more life not just more, nothing but more is undifferentiated hunger unless you mean more of what you want Dejavu, wanting to go on articulating your solipsistic demand for your life's conditions. Life never produced an individual but found a way beyond chaotic transience, voices vying for ascendance, cosmic collisions and the constant recycling and redistribution of the ecosystem through it's inseparable irreducible nature. Anybody that is is alive is living and thus any body will do what the body does. Your body is not personal property but common currency of the species and mind we all share our particular focus being a matter of angular space and not unique ability as we cultivate our corridors of refraction. Light is the light by which all things are known. Idealism is not something we choose but something we are coaxed into by the prevailing evidence, the discontent of youth, not the native environ of the youthful spirit but a symptom of indigestion from a diet of sour grapes. Not any old body! Would you reject the fact that you had aged already? While death may not be as great as life, death is as timely an event as birth in life. If you think me holding out for bodies of light Dejavu, saying that they are already here, you had darkened your own vision and in your clinging to hope that I would see, what you had seen had escaped you, as if I had no body! If the light in you be darkness, then how great the darkness. There but before the grace of you go I.

As a hint to those who fail to find refreshment, to refresh is to make fresh again things that had grown stale or dim. To fail to find refreshment is an opportunity missed to gladden yourself and the purpose of the timely is wise use.

 

So Dejavu had interpreted thedope's saying nothing real can be threatened . All disillusionment was a case of mistaken identity, harm has no face of it's own but it's entire character is projected by those unwilling to face the momentary nature of their current emergence.

 

"What did you think I meant by more when speaking of life thedope?!" he laughed, "Yes not any old body! Mine in my case! Yours in yours, everyone in, as, their very own." Dejavu would always "refreshen" thedopes words with his own so long as the dope addressed him, even in what thedope mistakenly called his soliloquy. "'Nothing real can be threatened'? That's worse than your 'life cannot be harmed'! Our bodies are of light and movement, and thoroughly personal, your 'common currency' be damned!" he said joyfully. "And you know where you can stick your god don't you?!" :-D

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zROtB1o-NZY"]Inner Visions - Inside Yourself - YouTube

 

It was by Dejavu's measure the thedope found himself soliloquizing. If now Dejavu cared to share his thoughts with thedope, well thedope was all the more caring ever for what is so and by Dejavu's words he is justified but if he cared for someone else to speak for him such as Zarathustra then where is Zarathustra that he be justified? Never did Zarathustra embody the sublime or manly virtue and never did he have a disciple who had not been suckered by a fictional account of the uncommon humanity of supermen. Hero worship and taboo is the hallmark of cultural distinction and not an individual inclination at all. Specialness is vanities greatest defense against the truth and if men are of supersubstance it was not by superior effort but only through confirmation or denial which is in effect hearsay. How had thedope practiced the words of others?, by earning them for himself, he went into the woods to discover his creaturehood in it's most intimate dimensions far away from the light pollution of civilization that distorts the true proportions of our day and our night. All the ingenuity of man is ingenuous, that is artless in the glow of a sunrise.

 

("...how can four or five livewriters post more content most of the other forums across can..." wondered the goblin feeding well here)

repost from elsewhere, new, the "I don't have a facebook account" thread

whereupon the goblin showed, saying "...just that the real danger of our times is that they don't actually seem dangerous at all, yet they do vet facebook walls for agitation where they've already arrested people for what they written there, and there can be no freedom of speech where one is held accountable for what one is writing, I mean clearly the times are far worse than they are letting on, where of course they want you to believe, what you want to believe in too, that they have got this economic juggernaut firmly under control and that civil rights will be restored, but no, instead all they have under control is the media itself, so they obviously love facebook for one's self profiling for them, I mean that way it's a lot easier for them, than lets say, rounding everyone up, holding them in the nearest sports stadium, and then checking out their political affiliations that way, so need I say more humans, or do you feel I said too much already, just careful what you write now, for you have the right to remain silent but anything you might say might be held against you in their own definition of what is little more than a law unto themselves..."



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"Happened to come across the living", suggested thedope, "speaking or writing the reverberations of inspiration, whereas some writers of record would put forth ideas in a form they think might be palatable, that is make a living or make an impression, the living speak of their own taste for living as an instrument of sharing life as they speak from the abundance of their heart. Life's content is substantial but it's forms are fleeting." thedope continued, "A single goblin's life would fade into obscurity if it were not for the life that the goblin shared. A single human being manages to move a pile of chemical powders in solution enclosed in a bag of skin from one lonely spot on the planet to another. A group of human beings sharing their lives can change the course of a river one side to the other. Two is company, three society and if a goblin were to join and find himself well fed in the company of human aspirations, that society having embraced all kinds is great."

Great men do not so much great things as great things happen around them.

 

...you're growing on me td, though I'm more interested in what you leave out...a new one then, finished off now...

"...I feel like I can take on dailylife again now..." smiles Jats ruining the persona's protections by talking about feelings and stuff again on a wet saturday afternoon where despite it the temperature has lifted noticeably "...you know that feeling while doing the washing up or something and realising everything's calm now, just right, pottering about doing stuff and plotting little adventures together, where for sure there will be trials and tribulations along the way, but we'll bumble through them somehow with a smile, a laugh and lot's of swearing..." as Jats laughs at how even his apparent frequent use of the term 'you cunty bollocks', often used when driving, is found endearing too, then remembers he is foreign too "...yes we are all set now, a few finishing touches, a few more seeds to sow, so bring on the heat..." chuckles Jats getting back to his bacon sandwich and cup of tea, where for a moment he was a dashing knight again here

 

"Humans and their lives are what they make of it for the eye in the sky is there and watches with its drones flying over and keeping track of all, whether humans know it or not. They have long forgotten what it means to decide about their own lives, rather they let their lives be led by society and not stand out by their believes or disbelieving of what the general population has chosen to follow, come good or bad. And God? There is no god other than the one inside the inner most innerness. Besides, even if there would be one, he/she will certainly be laughing at the sight of foreigners living happily with each other's innernesses and outermost wearing of their inner selves." The little mouse smiles, drinks the last of her coffee and sets out to cut bubblewrap. "God may not be there looking, but the weather has nature in its grasp and spurs it into action. While all there is for all who want is to always try and make it better and always see the good." She smiles now she's glad to be able to.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02BUCVBHSKw"]Faithless - God Is A DJ - YouTube

 

thedope had not read Zarathustra. Did he have a problem with personas where the one behind them was no more? No, Dejavu knew it was as simple as ignorance complicated with a little jealousy. The smallest quarterback was to make everyone an underdog or die trying, it seemed. "Have you earned my words thedope?!" He asked. "You have them as my friend." Dejavu was himself, did not expect anyone elses words to speak for him, and would always speak on behalf of his friends if they wished him to. "Zarathustra is a friend of mine thedope, no need to introduce you to him though."

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"There will always be paths undiscovered. Not any human will ever be able to tread all roads leading to wherever he could go. Most humans stay on their set course for fear of the new, of their innerness and the dormant state their self is in. Afraid to waken the hunger." The little mouse smiles and licks her lips glad her hunger is satisfied, for now." Laughing she sips her wine.

 

Dejavu was correct, thedope had read Nietsche, Zarathustra being a character of his musing of which he did writ, which was the fact that thedope alluded to in saying that Zarathustra had embodied nothing. thedope gave Dejavu a friendly raspberry. Again thedope had nothing against Nietsche and in fact recognized and related to him quite well. One thing of thedope's ignorance though was that he was averse to the idea of higher and lower being and it was around that note that thedope tangoed. Jealousy?, thedope was unopposed in life as he always supposed communion all his relationships holy. "I know she loves me, all I gotta worry bout is standin up." thedope had said that we all are equal to any virtue and Dejavu thought him crazy and thedope wished to reassure anyone listening who might be concerned of their self worth, that yes indeed morality is endemic and it expresses itself in a spectrum that ranges from the secure wall of a cell at it's simplest to a sense of gratitude for unfathomable complexity. That thing that substitutes for morality, vanity, is nothing more than varying degrees of disgust and vanity makes morality seem obscure. Nothing that you had ever been accused of is true, not even your own doubt. No one has a claim on righteousness, or in archaic terms, only god is goodand those who had been righteously indignant had found no more than a route to indignity for all concerned.

"jats, I'm not sure what more I could add what with Dejavu having me talk out of both sides of my mouth and having his idea of my god shoved up my ass I don't think I could speak out of there either", teasingly replied thedope.

 

"Your seemliness I could do without," replied thedope, "I would rather know what you mean. How can I earn what is given to me so personably, I am grateful you share your thoughts. As to those who left their thoughts lying around, well I would have to pick those up for myself."

 

"I mean it seems you would lower everyone before your god who alone is good" said Dejavu, indeed not finding ( at least in his words ) thedope level-headed enough not to want to level all being. "Your idea of god, you can keep it to yourself" he added, spelling it out for thedope as best he could. "Or rather you do, never having yet been able to tell me what it is."

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