Attraction is traffic control for the unintended and thedope didn't invite Dejavu's contradictions. Dejavu or thedope in the world of interintendednet are place holders for sentencing structures. Ungainly? thedope was full of grace. Serendipity doodad serendipity deeay is the word that gains us today.
"So what then are my sayings, no less doings to your grace?" he asked politely. "And my contradictions?" Dejavu would never be a placeholder for thedopes sentencing structure, when thedope could not always converse where he did, in understanding.
thedope had made a statement and Dejavu countered, "There is no disembodiment." thedope would agree if we could also say there is no disembowelment. "What else could we dis in a quibble?" thedope made a statement and Dejavu discounted, "love has it's condition!" "Very well", said thedope, " if love has it's condition it does not seek it's own but responds to invitation only." thedope made a statement and Dejavu reprimanded repositorally that knowledge is always perceived. At this point a mysterious grand narrator interjected that Dejavu had equated parasitism with love when he said "wherever love is held" "In isolation, in absentia, in a refusal to look, and misperception is perception missed."
"... but if love is a human condition," wonders the little mouse, "why do not more humans happily suffer from it?" She laughs and gladly rubs her nose against the creature close to her.
"Some would take pains to be right rather than happy little mouse, suffering is a luxury we claim as right or just," offered thedope.
"Wherever love was held not to be an action, is what I wrote thedope." Said Dejavu, watching thedope closely. He then laughed out loud at where thedope said he thought knowledge isn't perceived, and decided to leave the appropriate 'reprimand' for another time. He was not about to stake his happiness for thedopes sense of what was right or just. Dejavu thought then of thedopes saying 'God alone is good' and his explanations afterwards. "You don't know the extent of loves condition, or think you do, to think it not seek itself! Love as joy..." Dejavu looked over at the little mouse tucked snugly with her hidden lover and smiled. "And you lucky mouse! Love is a human condition. thedope gets ahead of himself in insisting it is the human condition. He may have misunderstood me when I said love is condition through and through"
As closely as Dejavu would watch thedope his level of scrutiny would be confused by his flights of fancy. Indeed Dejavu had said that wherever love was held not to be an action was a parasitism, now thrice stated tripe. thedope beheld such in love and although Dejavu denied he equated love with parasitism thedope knew what thedope knew in life's ever reknewing, "I would confine love to no action but act always in love," thedope said, although we act we are not actors but active beings and everything we do is from the abundance of our heart." All expressions of love are maximal. "Why do you call me good, or a parasite, having and being are the same truth. Those have denied love that call love parasitic and have smelt the decaying body of their own. We cannot escape the effects of our own thinking." Love confines itself to no conditions and no condition prohibits love is what thedope meant by love is unconditional.
"I don't think thedope much liked me suggesting he was a parasite!" said Dejavu, wanting to help thedope away from his live writhing. "thedope, no-one but yourself is speaking of confines. Loves condition is open to you. It wants its own, invites its own. You have said it is without condition, and never could explain to me how that does not mean without existence. Condition is existence no matter how you would confine it." He looked again at thedopes 'luminous dimensions' motivational poster and laughed. "You want to excuse yourself by saying you only mean what is meant by the hackneyed misnomer unconditional love, and you have done so, but your objection to love having condition yet stands as objection, and for that, no excuse stands for we would see your reason." Perhaps Dejavu was being unfair, but he did not know how to sacrifice his love to his mercy. He would not spare thedope his 'words'. He was no christian, no cross pusher, no 'practicioner' of forgiveness. "You're not hidden from my imagination thedope" laughed Dejavu. "My flights have never yet left my words ungrounded. And would they bury your own? I am writing with you after all, but to come as more than object of context, you will have to shine by your own light!" Dejavu smiled at him before again joining the dance.
"... for the inner most self always shines through," the little mouse says and grins as she's tempted to ad, "Amen." And she laughs out loud. "Sorry, Deja and Dopey, but that just was an opportunity not to be missed." The little mouse sips her wine and thinks on humans and their need to put a label on all they encounter. "What if they would accept all for what it i, no questions asked, no opinion given. Wouldn't that ..."
"...be dull" laughed Dejavu, "Yes, it would, because love is more open than 'acceptance'." Dejavu did not find the world perfect. He apologized as best he could and blew some kisses before wandering off for a while. :-D
"... but isn't love acceptance? An unconditional condition." The little mouse smiles as she accepts the words Dejavu offers so freely. "And perfection doesn't exists only life."
"If you like, but it's more than acceptance too little mouse!" he called back, "And no unconditional condition!" he laughed, and with that he was gone, to return soon.
Condition supersedes nothing but is always accompanied by description. What is love's description, inquired thedope.
("...just keeping you company now..." went the goblin reading the posts while editing his latest) repost from elsewhere, new, the christian forum, goblin going off on his tangent "...I was here, just I didn't know how to approach that monsanto protection act topic..." replied the goblin, adding "...no, actually my mind was more on a country called mali, where the french have stepped up its presence to secure the peace there, where the country is dirt poor in itself but has great potential as in diamonds oil and gold so the french are fighting off islamic insurgents who have the same idea, but the french won't have enough strength to fight alone indefinitely so they will then turn to that wizard of oz, first getting its UN resolution as a legitimization, and then involving the western powers to back them up with their military presence there, of which the US will no doubt lead the charge into what amounts to a reenactment of vietnam war, with a shotgun wedding democracy, oh yes, just a plague of locusts will descend as the bible puts it, same old stuff that empires are made of..."
"Oh? Condition supercedes itself by stages, though never altogether. The description of love, like that of all existence, is ongoing." Dejavu wanted to make amends with his old friend for saying he smelled like a parasite, though thedope would likely say there's nothing to amend. "No-one truly wants to deny the immediacy of specifics. You need only face yourself thedope." He said, turning now to the goblin, and thanking him for his company in these very words. "How do you manage it there amongst Gods flock flea? Do you find you have to suspend a fair bit of disbelief in the face of all their belief?" Dejavu loved that the goblin was found to be genteel on the christian forum, thinking of how he himself would soon find it unbearable and probably pull a pazuzu of some sort on them. :-D
So if all existence is ongoing is all existence love since it's description is on going also, wondered thedope. Doesn't the form define a thing according to Dejavu?Traffic noise is ongoing. Pollution is ongoing, going on just about everywhere. Religious devotions are ongoing as are the complaints about them. Funerals are ongoing as are births. "Then it doesn't supersede itself", chimed thedope, "conditions are replaced by contradictions or agreements, we never supersede ourselves. Life's existence is variable, diversely emerging, not of necessity conditional or conditioned upon. You needn't describe existence to have it having and being the same truth but you must describe or set conditions to have them." Condition is the power of our speaking reflecting the truth of our creative spirit riding a wave, (unda), or ray of creation proceeding thought, word, and deed. There are no deeds before thought, nor until after they are described or recorded as done, that is for all the practical purposes of the writer." Deeds are the shadowy residue of burning bright.
"Yes it does," rang Dejavu. "It has never stopped doing so." Condition is always conditional, and Dejavu laughed a little as he typed these words over the argument of 'practicality' that thought may precede the deed. "Not everything is love. There is simply no need for being all things. But we know, don't we? That everyone may realize love, without exception." He thought then of those whose love had changed his life, and of those girls and women who'd told him to his face that he was beautiful, and hoped, for all love becomes hope pending its realization, that no matter how soon, beauty, generous before anything else is of life, synonymous with intelligence in our depths, would, not so much take precedence in our humanity as... "Stop narrating my innermost innernesses Dejavu!" he said to himself suddenly, and went outside away from the computer and into the open air.
Laughing out loud the little mouse reads and sings to the tune played on the guitar, "Your inner most innernesses. I will 'borrow' that, you do know that your words as well as you inner most self are never safe from those who know how to read when you've written?" And she smiles. "Love changes everything and nothing at all, for it is the human who must realise within the shallow depths of their inner most selves lies deep love ready to be awakened and spread to grow a whole new world when the old has withered and died. If they'd only dared ..."
We are love through and through, from the innermost to the outer least. "Where does love reside when there is not love if love is ongoing? When did love become not love," wondered thedope. thedope suspected Dejavu was not the least bothered by what some would make of Dejavu's words thinking it was only he who really possessed them and any facsimile is only a mockery. It was agreed between them that, "everyone may realize love, without exception," and even though Dejavu thought it funny to type over practicality, may is the other side of not needed. Although we may realize love without exception and not everything need be love, to think say and feel that not every thing is love, is to make exception to realizing love. That exception makes love seem obscure even though everyone may find love without exception. Certainly we may claim that something is not lovely to us but that claim is an emission from the abundance of ones he art. If innermost inner innerness is something other than the most outgoing going onness then the resulting tension would be enough to inspire one to stop hiding from the light and go take in the open air. It is a maddening arbitration at length and ultimately boring to those around us as everyone can see what had been thought hidden. We escape into the world playing numerous roles in the minds and lives of others each according to their kind or measure of kindness and when we close our eyes we don't stop being visible. "Little mice for example", said thedope, "spy on us in the dark." Vanities motto is seek but do not find, vanity by definition being without substance.
"No." said Dejavu. "I don't love leeches. In not loving them I don't make or take exception to the love of them!" These sentences of thedopes made no sense to him whatsoever, and he was tempted to leave him there with his objections. This saying that vanity is without substance 'by definition' for instance. Did he perhaps only mean it wants it? Vanity is vanity after all, isn't it? Vanity seeks, but who in their own would say 'but don't find'?! And the question as to where love can reside if there is that which isn't love! Yes, Dejavu, by rights, not god-given, just those of his understanding, should have left thedope in objection to the exceptional or whatever else he thought was holding up love. It truly seemed he could not do otherwise in light of their differences, but he addressed him again. "You're right in your suspicion thedope, that I'm not in the least bothered by what might be made of my words. I am interested though, and not just because they're my own." He looked now at the little mouse, who was most welcome to borrow his words and even his understanding, since she was not against Dejavus being firm, and perhaps sometimes even a little imperious with ( for the pleasure it goes without saying ) the unruly words we all share. "You can spy on me in the dark any time little mouse, for I know you'll always tell me when you do, that I might not do something embarrassing, like pick my nose or scratch my behind." Dejavu felt she would tell him if he was ever snoring, but he wanted to assure her it would not be owing to her presence. :-D
