Love the rapport, yet another live writhing thread

"Alright then, one more thing." he said, having seen the above as he was leaving. "Fear musn't eat through my face you dribbling dotard! Only the fearful try to deface fear, still having then to face it. Do we have time to be afraid?" Did Dejavu have time to tell thedope the following? "In the beginning was the deed. Like Faust translated, not from need, but aptitude, from what was fitting, us ourselves, the histories sitting on the shelves now comes the thought, that love's the hunt, our finest sport, the toll free war for heirs not graces, move that makes the shift from faces eaten out by fear and time to laughing kisses, fronts sublime, from which we wage what's even deeper... world as wedding... still a sleeper!" he said, leaving thedope on safety.

 

"Meh..."; was all the Trickster felt needed to be said. Although as a pure Faustian he saw a glimmer of hope at the particular mention....

 

"To live in you it does you self doodling rivulet. Fear is a liar and a fear defaced is a self depreciating illusion dispelled, it's attending anxiety builds no fitting thing," said thedope.

"Fear is a liar," contributed thedope, "it's motto is follow me and I will keep you safe . Fear's real intent however is to keep you from going where you will. The fearful cannot deface fear wearing fear on their face and trying is not succeeding. Do you have time to waste or would you waste time if you discovered you were? Time accommodates our space and it's invaluable purpose is to use it wisely. We come into this world seeking we agree but love is what you are and it is yourself that you want see and the freight for that appearance is showing up in time. Once you have found yourself you want nothing but to let it be. Having and being, giving and receiving, holding beheld beheld beholding all exchanges of energy are equal not to each other but in time. There is no opposing force and no reciprocity. Creation, a law without opposite, living, a journey without distance."

"How do you get Figuerians from pure Faustians," speculated thedope, "we know a thing from it's fruit? Could it be a trick, a deception"...

 

"I thought he was a freudian" said Dejavu, who'd seen the portrait ficus had painted. "Great work by the way, but no cigar." Outside of fiction, perhaps only the goethean Goethe was a pure faustian, for undamning the character. "Fear isn't a liar, has no motto, no intent, no hope thedope." The stuff from thedope about this and that not being equal to eachother but in time didn't go down well either with Dejavu. In fact it didn't go down with him at all. Creation was law without opposite, but thedopes use of this truth to maintain the lie of 'living a journey without distance' he had no time for whatsoever, beyond this sentence. Not that anyone would read it, Dejavu and thedope had taken part in a discussion for a thread called 'feeling safe' from which the quotes above were posted which he now posted a link to for his own reference. He may not have been much of a reposter, but he was occasionally a re-reader.

http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showthread.php?t=455868&page=4

 

thedope had noticed Dejavu was very adept in the art of entertaining incapacity, having difficulty swallowing, not being able to symbolically give body to the qualities of mind which cannot be seen save for abstraction. Now that he had refreshed himself with Dejavu's historical associations, thedope wondered if there was none or any in particular he sought to make a point with.

 

"The original recipe was more ancient than that thread," reminded thedope.
It wasn't that thedope was enamored with first cause but with real cause.

 

Having little desire to interact with the pompous, self righteous, sexually obsessed and maniacally pious, onesublimesister hadn't frequented the forums in months and months. However, thedope kept her updated of the status of some, and shared the rapport that had built between he and onesublimesister's favorite forum dweller, Dejavu. Often times, thedope would pace about the house deep int thought, then reading their musings to onesublimesister, making her giggle wholeheartedly.

After numerous threads and posts debating definitions and proper word usage, thedope asked onesublimesister to lend her thoughts regarding perception and knowledge. Since having experienced the absolute frustration of being perceived one way and being persecuted time and again for it, she was anxious to share her thoughts. You see, Dejavu perceived thedope as a dude who banged his bible harder than the Chinese banged their pots and pans during a new year celebration. "Christian, christian, christian!", cried Dejavu. "Whole, whole, whole!" returned thedope.

onesublimesister, having learned that theists of ANY type may not always have a firm grasp on reality, wanted to apply her 8 cents (inflation and all) worth. Perception is most certainly not knowledge. Until reality appears, perception is just a figment of the imagination. She knew that there was the possibility that Dejavu would just tell her she spends too much time in the clutches of thedope, but she took her chances.

Perception is the idea one acquires through exposure to circumstance, reaction, and action. These ideas may not necessarily be KNOWLEDGE, but merely trains of thought that are settled upon in the absence desire for knowledge. They feel real, but can cause much dissension. Knowledge is the result of understanding and research, and being desirous of the truth, wanting to open up and know reality. Some are just plain lazy and will follow what anyone tells them. The problem that onesublimesister had with this was that these same beings in their shortsightedness were so quick to persecute the enlightened in regards to all things universal.

It was clear that Dejavu hated thedopes use of the statement that knowledge is being shared. Well, onesublimesister had felt the same about this statement for quite a long while. Not one to let someone else define reality before experiencing it for herself, she took some time out of her perceiving ways to understand the meaning of it. At first it really did sound like a crock of bovine excrement, however upon further inspection it seemed fairly clear. Knowledge is always available for the taking. It is being shared at every corner, every moment of the day. It does require some fortitude and open mindedness, for many of the unknowing will drop their perceived machinations before you and tell you it is "so". onesublimesister's favorite quote can be applied here: "If it feels good, do it." Perception causes fears. Knowledge is the power that overcomes said fear.

She had time and again applied knowledge rather than perception to her life over the past few years. She found herself to be calmer, less suspicious, able to quell fear, and overall, was more enlightened to her own being.

A being which she loved to share with all who were open to her. On her way back to construction of hula hoops and gorgeous jewelry designs, onesublimesister showered Dejavu and thedope with all of her love since she KNEW they were as worthy as any other beings of the world.

 

"Sister!" said Dejavu, "I love you too! It is NOT true that I hate thedopes saying 'knowledge is being shared', I agree with it wholeheartedly!" Dejavu did however disagree entirely with the idea that perception wasn't knowledge, and knew that his sister hadn't, like his brother thedope, thought about it as he had, knowledge being shared and not absolute. "What you should apply your good cents to is my calling thedope names that don't become him!" he laughed. "Good to see you here!"

 

At this thedope broke into hysterical levity, "sounds a lot like all but none in particular," he said.

 

Dejavu laughed knowing thedope had of course thought about it, though still not as he had. "We do think for ourselves." he laughed. "Do we share knowledge absolutely?! That has yet to be seen!"

 

thedope couldn't think of anything we shared other than information and could not think of a time when we were not doing so. Absolute had many meanings though. "We do not share absolutely in terms of standardized measures, but we do share absolutely in terms of pitch measured by vibration, from that particular point, no one can hide not being able to escape the effects of our own thinking," responded thedope.

Adding in postscript thedope continued, " I have thought as you Dejavu, at some point, that the world was/is/will be somehow unknowable, but I changed my mind."

 

"... subscribed then..." smiles Jats "...apologies for my absence, not getting my email notifications probably has something to do with it..." Jats tweaks for a bit "...but if this is just another thread with you too bickering then I'm outta here..." clicking the button now Jats adds "...conquering forumland is hard work you know..."

 

"Never thought that. You think knowledge is not always perceived though." Dejavu looked across at jats who'd joined the thread. "It's alright, anyone can bicker here, or better. To conquer forumland we've only got to say the best things."

 

"If you have work to do jats, don't let us keep you from it," offered thedope. "To conquer forum land is far from my occupations preferring as always to share thoughts. But then again forum land can't be conquered absent this thread can it? By the way to bicker is to argue in a bad tempered way about something unimportant. What may or may not be important to you, we/I cannot affect but I can personally testify my temperature is balmy."

 

thedope thought to apologize for misrepresenting Dejavu's sentiments. thedope had jumped on that conclusion in the light of Dejavu's statement that knowledge is not/never complete. "I know as I lay asleep sometimes I am not aware of it, or myself, or any level of relationship. Relationship is not always perceived or recognized. Knowledge being shared relationship is required."

 

"And?" asked Dejavu. "The relativity of knowing only means that it's relative, not that it isn't always perceived." Dejavus euthermia was subject to change. In euphoria, he was sure he never gave it a second thought.

 

And I have never met my grandfather,"" a relation I've never seen, heard, smelled, touched, or tasted. I know he exists by virtue of my relations but not by virtue of personal perception. Anyway since knowledge is always perceived not by me but at the insistence of Dejavu, I need never ask a question relevant to my situation."

 

"But not by virtue of personal perception?!" Dejavu laughed. "Your knowledge is always perceived by you, you interminable ignoramus!"

 

"Correct!," chortled thedope. "If it were not for hearsay, I wouldn't have perceived him at all although I share intimate genetic information with him.
"Interminable ignoramus, long and boring or frustrating and seeming endlessly insulting of someones intelligence, would you call that perception knowledgeable?"

 

"That's just a bit of fun" said Dejavu, "unless of course you think there's some truth to it, in which case I advise against it." Now to give thedope access to his own correctional facility, he thought. thedope may be his relations, but not his relatives. "You don't know you wouldn't have perceived the old coot at all if not for hearsay, but there's absolutely no way you'd have perceived him if not for perception!"