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"Knowledge being shared, those making claims of a private success are jerking off, suggested thedope not claiming that his technique was any better in that there is generally no difference between jerking off and jacking off. The cross dressing ab-original bloke all surrounded in skirts is geared up endearingly but rather queerly unto himself. Not useful garb at large because arbitrary appreciation cannot be taught. However if ever you long for better times it is possible to learn to more greatly appreciate or give greater value. Divinity is not earned but inherited together but this will not be a parent if it is not allowed beyond the gates of personal perception even though it may be there in fact for all to see. The gates of personal perception are pearly gates as we entertain thoughts according to their immediately excitable excruciable value to us. Take care be aware lest you spill your pearls before swine and they trample them under their feet.

That is resist the temptation to express negative emotion. And of course this comment had a tendency to be perceived immediately objectionable because it seemed an affront or disrespect of some kind to our genuine endearments but if you are sincere you could surmise that you did not indeed desire these negative conditions in your life and that they had been the shadowy images of a habitually critical acclaim.

 

"Ah, but if only humans could walk past temptations and not express their emotions through actions unbecoming wouldn't that be a step closer to …" The little mouse smiles and thinks of that writer who with his symbols and flourish of the pen pierced through the veil a human covers it true nature with. For as Prospero refers to Caliban as a “devil, a born devil, on whose nature nurture can never stick.” Humans cannot not be humans and will want to pass those pearly gates and ravish their heavens, stripping it from its divinity to have it fit into their eyes wide shut until the only emotion left in the wake of their actions is mere contempt for the swines they perceive their fellow men to be.

 

thedope:

Dejavu positively laughed at this point. "What a beyond! Allowed you say?! Nuffin stoppin'" :-D

He looked over at the little mouse and shone his pearly whites. "Straight up. Let no-one tame ya luck! If it's rude to be shrewd, let 'em say it to me brood."


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thedope hadn't actually said anything aloud preferring at this point to write live.
Time to cut the imbecilical cord.

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And like that dr.dope was gone, or was he still waiting in whispers of shadow trying to divine a knot he might tie? Dejavu spoke plainly. "Where is the perception that isn't personal?" He looked back at the animals wondering if any would pipe up, but they either found the question too personal or were waiting for him to pipe down so that they could again go about their business, for there was no reply.

 

Macrame and plenty of light please! Helpful is a matter of timing, a personal perception claiming that another's personal perception is not personal in the first degree would make the other persons perception not personal even though it is personal to the other person. Personal perceptions are shared even though we may be quiet about it or even try to conceal them. Everyone has their hand on a tiller of light as in the kingdom of heaven is at hand. Our minds are purely luminous and that kingdom of images shaded by narrative each individual alone rules for themselves. You can allow yourself to be influenced by the ideas of others if you share them and the same can be said of your influence on others.
Money is an example of an idea we all share but we may have many highly personal or individual opinions about it but it all spends the same within certain markets.

No doubt men will find vermin where mice and their sweet littlekins live and although they are plagued they will defend their right to filth. So men are loath to give up their suffering but everyone will meet their limit of pain eventually and long for better days. As always then what is written is available but not required and perhaps not worth interrupting them while wheel of fortune is on.

 

"It would!?" laughed Dejavu. "We take everything personally, over the whole of our emotional mountain range, but that's first and foremost because we're people, not because we're out to oust oneanother as such!" Dejavu, if he could, would have delivered thedope from his suffering into the heights of feeling, where there is light enough for him to do himself up as he pleased, but so often in life one finds others too yielding, too ready to believe that our great longing must be born from our woe.

 

thedope was feeling the bottom with his feet and as he thought on them he was reminded of his old acquaintance, the nail fungus. thedope supposedly less than feeling couldn't keep his mind from wandering because he really didn't have a feel for the conversation. Bruised heel, now there's a feel and you might think get off the feet and all this he felt thinking his feet on the bottom of the stairs.

"Enough of this pedestrian thinking, I will fly said thedope!"

 

"Now that's more like it!" said Dejavu, who not feeling to be made a heel in the suggestion that anyone could be less than feeling, let his talons yield to less than the gamut of their function, that he should show thedope the sunset of all our stairways to heaven. Or perhaps the dawning of thedopes truth, that knowledge is being shared.

 

"... isn't that what humans should find inside themselves?" The little mouse smiles reading Dejavu's last post. "Heaven is who one is, not where one happens to be. It all comes down to the ability to recognise the inner most self and accepting one for who one is and heaven is found. No need for a step ladder of any kind." She laughs and sips her hot coffee. "Now that is heaven and it slides right inside to its proper place."

a repost then.

Once again the mouse enjoys a day in the cold garden. Yes, in the garden instead of staring at it from behind the glass, for isn't nature to be lived in?
A thought crossed her mind while reading. “When men speak ill of thee, live so that nobody will believe them.” It is what Plato said, muses the little mouse. "It still holds value," she says thinking of how eager humans are with putting a value on all things living and dead. "Do not let humans hold any back from the life that one choses to live. Writing or live writing, reading or listening." She sips her coffee, enjoying the heavenly taste of dark brown liquid, flowing over her tongue like silk on a baby's bottom. "Yes, where was I?" She shakes her head and remembers to finish this thought before it flees and leaves her head filled with harrowing images of men and mice, of pitchforks and monsters, of ... "No, best not go there." Instead she decides to live indeed and prove the humans wrong. "But first we need a greenhouse to erect and make sure when winter comes again there's food on the table."

 

Shared being? "I don't think that is possible", bemused thedope, " we only recognize it amongst ourselves." thedope possibly would have never known a parent had it not been made apparent by them. Honor your father sun and mother earth that you days be long in the land. We don't create our own parents but apparently appear for appearance sake and forsake the fact that we are more substantially related than that.

No more putting on a face, about face, face fact. We have a fondness for ourselves but we never bring it on ourselves being fond of each other.

 

"Yes little mouse." Said Dejavu, who on one occasion had his words spring to his touch, not having any ears but his own at that particular time to pour them into, and with such wondrously alchemical spellings too, not to mention those whole new words for old things growing new looks. There was a beautful thing about heaven ruling all her principals, but the best thing about it was that it was all so funny! Gone, the aphoringys for a king and a queen. Lost also the... but never mind. Erased from forumland, left alone in his own memory and perhaps the memories of some others too who saw them, the sense of them anyway. Dejavu laughed to see thedope now doubting shared being was possible, offering in his mind to drop him off at his earliest convenience, and putting it in words here for appearances sake.
:-D

 

Not that thedope was thinking on the impossibility of sharing being but the impossibility of finding shared being as a human within one self but he was enjoying the ride.

 

"Easy there on the throttle son," said Dejavu who was a champion of fantasy, but failed to appreciate where the fantastic is beheaded in getting ahead of itself. It wasn't like if he ran out of gas he could be restarted using the choke. "To take the great Dejavu for a ride, you've got to be, well, greater."

 

"Memories of any kind are dear to humans," the little mouse wonders why. "Why do humans cherish memories, even those that bring them pain? Do they purposefully linger on things which hurt? Is there a need in humans to remind themselves of how their life once was? Do they not realise memories are tainted by their wants and wishes?" The little mouse smiles and lingers for a moment. Just one moment of memories and shakes her head. "Humans should remember not only the sharing, but certainly never forget the end of the ride." And she holds on to take the next sharp turn.

 

thedope sensei-ed a scintilla of cringe at the sound of memories having at once seen only the past, "No more photo ops for me, I am not going to miss a thing", said thedope." I cut the cord holding me down and that gigantic aheaded Dejavu
proceeded to try and butter me up into taking me for a ride. Can't the fantastic be four or more?" Dejavu may have been a champion of fantasy but thedope was a yoyo champion.

 

"I didn't want to take you for a ride thedope, at least not one where you suddenly find yourself falling, but... as you like it!" screeched Dejavu, hitting the brakes. On foot from here, he thought, seeing that the little mouse was talking about remembering the end of the road, whatever that meant. He hoped she wasn't upset with his recklessness. "Well, punks, are you coming or not?!"

 

Keep on huffing and puffing we hope you never run out of air and never err on the side of the bunny hill. Click the heels doff the training wheels all buns up and reeling wheeling and dealing buns up.

 

"Coming or going, same difference," the little mouse grins as she says so and shrugs. "Recklessness?" She asks Dejavu. "How is a remembered foresight of a sudden drop into the abyss of the deepest feeling any human could ever have ... No, why ... Yes, why is that which is human nature not out of nurture but truly nature a condition? A trap in which one falls?" The little mouse smile in a most naughty way. "If one falls in conditioned love is that a trap or simply unavoidable for it is due to human nature and no human can deny its nature, not even nurture can. Or can it?" Picking up her wine she raises it to Dejavu. "Let the ride be long and reckless."

 

He couldn't properly hear the little mouses reply over thepopes keister message, whether yes or no, so taking yo for an answer, he went on. "The recklessness, is it that we're death-defying, or that we simply see we have no time for death?" It was not a question Dejavu had any trouble answering, since he was all of a doing when it came to the travails of his travels. But he thought it something for any with a preponderance to ponderousness to enliven themselves with, and perhaps also accompany him by.