Do you know who you "truly" are?

My mind is at ease.

No we sometimes get over it.

Your second diddy.

You leave me no alternative.

Has everything to do with my skeleton your voodoo doesn't work on me only for you.

Really, she apologizes often for what she has said and finds herself resenting the fact that she had said yes to some future plan. She would have less trouble if she more straightforwardly did what she wanted to do and let others account for themselves.

All her life gravity was one of her favorite friends when it came time to eat around the table. Her last day it wouldn't let her raise her head. She didn't complain as far as I could tell and she never said no when she was able bodied. She was my only company for a few years as I lived with her alone in the woods. She understood me and I her in a conversational way . She brought me her dish when it was time to eat. She had a lot of acquaintances whom she impressed in her therapeutic clown dog way over the years and there have been many kind words offered on her behalf and even here you see she goes out to those listening.

There were days and nights when my only remedy to cold and hunger as a child was to cry myself to sleep. I'm glad for your fortune.

Not only me but anyone at any inopportune and hopefully unforeseen moment. Tell me how is life furthered by taking life?

 

So I was sick of your saying? You'll have to refresh my memory as to how my response offended you.

The breath is the essence that comes and goes from the body. The world sustains my blessings as well as my curses and for the sake of mercy I count it all joy.

For you ginalee14
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Aww, lovely! Was she 17 in the picture? I don't know much about dog years but that's above average, right? Still, my sorrow for your loss thedope.

I wasn't exactly offended but stumped maybe, a bit confused, at mention of your wife. Your response was unique, but consistent with what you're saying again now (count it all joy). Thanks for sharing the pic, very touching.

 

I'm glad for that... but... whoaH! So that's why you clearly can't speak it?! :-D

What a gas. So, where's the inevitability of depression in identification with the body?

I did come up with it after all.

As I said, no special effort required. Your required revaluation may remain in the wings.

Well, everyone's being their body does work for you, no matter where you share in the knowledge.

Tell her you told me that too. The bet's still on. :-D

I love the earth and its draw. I love desire, much to your admonishment. It is not gravity, but with the grave that my kinship cannot be moored. No dog day can dog us for long.

It was good to sleep though wasn't it, upon reflection? Your "only" remedy was subject to degrees and may have changed. Star evasion? Die on ice, us?

It isn't. If it puts your mind any more at ease, a fight for my life would be for mine. Killing someone trying to kill me is not my prescription. If it occurred that I killed such a person though in their attempt, it would most likely be the case that my self-defence was clumsy. I'm sure that old coon you beat to death would agree with me.

 

I think she was twelve there. Seventeen is at the upper end of life expectancy for her breed. Stubby healer.

 

For all my acclaimed lack of clarity you have no difficulty in discerning where you think I am bent.

I'm sure you have been bed ridden with some microbial outbreak in your environs at some point in your life.

I came away with a hairdo.

What other appendages adorn said evaluation besides wings?

No problem. We have discussed it before. What tale shall you be instructed to tell? Will it be short tails, long tails, bent and bumpy dragon tails, fish tails, kissin tales, so many tales are left to tell.

Who is kin to the grave knave? A rotting corpse. Nothing there dear to me.

No.

It warmed up.

No, you won't find the coon agreeable or otherwise regardless your klutziness.

 

thedope:

None at all. Stick that in your "communication device" and poke it.

My body is no microbial outbreak. Do better. Work that "device".

That hack job you're haunting is your own doing.

You've given your evaluation, and were content to await further developments. Your revaluation exists as potential appending.

I find myself instructing myself to tell of your rats tail. Not that a tellin' of your salon, but the one hanging out the lay of your lie. You say I'm sick to call you a liar, so I'll take your saying "Health is also sickness" as example.

Some people mark a stone and place a memory. But let's let the meaning run its course. I can grasp gravitas, I can appreciate piety, I can even register for redundancy, what I cannot return is religiosity.

Is it good then that such sleep is behind you?

Had you conceived that it wouldn't?

So it doesn't go without saying I meant were it still alive? :-D

 

There is no Iminsul only ZULE!

 

Zuul you mean, gatekeeper of gozer the destructor. There's a problem. thedope don't believe in no keymasters. He can't bare us flickering dimly by the silvery light of the big screen. He wants us dawned in finest rayment, to address our fullest undress, to attest to our most blessed divestment... (wait for it... ) ...as machines.

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No machines we use to help perform an intended action. Tell me who is it that claims I am my body? Your body doesn't speak it. Your body doesn't say I am Dejavu. Why aren't you simply yourself? What is with the interloper? The mind is the gatekeeper to our experience.

 

I must be very clear then.

You have never been ill?

Maybe review what you said.

Thought you said i was my body.

So then you find an example after all.

When did I ever say a thing about religiosity? Memory is always living tissue.

I can't wait to get up in the morning.

Had no conception of what conception was at that time.

No, you won't find any raccoon agreeing with you dead or alive not possessing your existential angst.

 

Shall we agree on thick?

Ah, now you're working it! Yes, but it was never identification with my body that made me so.

In time. Until I do, it's open slather.

I did and you are. Your not realizing potential is physical won't change that.

You want me to list all your lies? Let them lie! I'll pull on two of your truths. Well-springs to dissolve your deceit, whether witting or not. Creation is ( law ) without opposite, and knowledge is being shared.

You didn't. The grave are religiose. You tell me you're studious. With time, you could become a distant relative!
All consciousness is embodied.

So what then of your claim (dream) of having been separate from your good in conception?

Something drove you on. Your body?

My angst? I hate to think of the terms of agreement you'd set for a raccoon if your mind was at attention!

I am myself because I am my body. How simple would you have me? The self is no interloper. A perfect time to recite one of your favourite second-hand sayings: -"If the eye is fine, then the whole body will be filled with light, but if that light be darkness, blah blah blah blah blah..." Where is the light darkness? Where is the mind ever apart of the body and not a part of it? You say abstraction. Thought is nevertheless formed.

 

Perhaps at length and breadth and height and substantive content.

What did?

Shall we then count it as such?

Potential is potency.

Everything I have said is consistent with those things.

It's an idea.

I was conceived by others, cared for by others myself still learning perception.

Exactly.

My;
belonging to or associated with the speaker. Who is speaking of who?

When you think deceit is the truth.

 

You see, you're your body at every turn. Cull the sack. The self's no cul-de-sac.
But why am I telling you?! You're a bradshaw! You, unlike storch, are supposed to think we die from birth! By rights, I should total you right now with what you think to be my existential angst. :-D

Contraction.

Why not? You didn't exactly consider it the height of fashion to have a go at making it mean something in particular.

And?

No. For instance, take your infamous lie - "Perception is not knowledge, it only leads to it"
Where is knowledge being shared there? It isn't. It does capture the spirit of the church of bradshaw to perfection though. It doesn't fit the law of no opposite either, perceptions leading to knowledge as knowledge is its perception. Do you want to 'go on record' as having hit the truth on the head? Is your failure to ring true in 'words' owing to your thinking you can't do so indefinitely? Your only consistency in the maintenance of what are fated to take the form of lies, is a thickness! :-D

You over it yet? Will the boogieman assail you again come evening baby bradshaw?

Having had no conception of conception, you must be exceptionally unhinged... er, detached, to now conceive yourself separate from your good in conception. lol

I love my thoughts. You'd probably say of your own that you find them adequate to the task. But what is the task of thinking? You'd say it is to invoke our good. Why don't I feel it as task then? Shall I go and celebrate alone in a corner?
( Hold that thought! Help! Cyberspace has me cornered! the bradshaws are holding our bodies to be nothing more than "communication devices!" :-D )

Me of myself. By being my body. There is no being outside of embodiment. Your ethereal breath of life is never without its respiration.

Then your light is as black as the ace of spades! I don't believe that though. Find your self-sourcing light!

 

I am not my body to you.
No bag of bones you are correct.

I'm supposed to think a certain thing, haven't a clue what you are talking about. I don't say we die from birth but because we are born. No being born gives no opportunity to death. Change is change but you seem to think that life and death don't count as change and death is somehow antithetical to life. A mountain is eventually worn down to the sea but we don't exactly count it the death of mountains. If creation is a law without opposite then death is not in opposition to creation. Death is not our creation nor is life but we can extend life giving spirit as well as molecular material. You have a strange passion that long life is superior life and that is because you are not satisfied you more more moron.

i.e. Between contractions, the uterus relaxes and the abdomen becomes soft. The way a contraction feels is different for each woman?

I did but you thought every bit was nothing in particular.

pound sand

Not what I said. Perception is not knowledge but can lead to it. Some living beings possess knowledge but no perception and obviously the universe is made of information but you wouldn't think a rock was too perceptive.

Perception is not being. We are beings that perceive. All things are in relationship to all other things and knowledge is always shared being but we do not necessarily share our perceptions.

Your most stupid of assertions. If perception can lead to knowledge then it doesn't flow opposite knowledge.

I am on record for what I say. I am not on record for what you say.

I am. You aren't.

You are the one pinocchio who thinks he can get burned.

I say my thoughts function. Form fitting function the body is emanantly a communication device.

my,
belonging to or associated with the speaker.
Not the speaker but something belonging to or associated with the speaker who is you. You could speak straight if you were fundamentally oriented on matters of the self.

Case in point

 

thedope:

You are. No-one's forcing you to be.

What's the difference between dying from birth and dying because we're born? There's none. You are trying to incorporate the unknown into your all too small conception of causality. In relaxing you'll find the cessation to your stutter. Life is all we know of creation. My passion is for lifes height, not its length. My depths must appear prohibitive to you somehow? Is it my love of beauty? My desire? Your "satisfaction" stinks. It sits too smugly amidst the movement of others for me not to go beyond it. Don't give me your speech of spiritual extension while denying that we create ourselves, or the lie that we are not our bodies. You are dissatisfied with your body, you don't want to be it, and you are jealous of all who do want to be theirs! I've taught myself how to overcome my disgust at it. And there's always an uppercut waiting for you if you require payment for your hand in it. I trust one sublime sister to deliver it for me! :-D

The poor belated bradshaws! I thought earlier of an innocent bradshaw, an actual bradshaw, a bradshaw by name chancing upon this thread unaware of the joke and reference. Peace to you hapless Bradshaw! Your name is untarnished! We shall use another one for those who don't want us to be our bodies. Since their deus ex machina is the death of them, let's leave them a way out of it. Religion shall relinquish them! I baptize them in the spirit of being... the tentative! :-D

Getting warm. Grip that dictionary and push.

No, the particulars are open to interpretation, but settle in love, their heart having been in play.

Everything's physical, so it shouldn't pose a problem I suppose.

LOL! It amounts to your saying the same thing, ie. that perception and knowledge don't amount to the same thing. Where are the living beings possessing knowledge but not perception?

Your stupidity alone is showing, unless you count mine in attempting to have you see reason. Perception leads to knowledge, because it is knowledge, ignoramus. Knowledge is only ever the ongoing state of knowing. It is no absolute. Keep leading yourself on if you like in lieu of knowing more. Being and becoming are insuperably inseparable.

Yet you want us on record together. lol

That's gratitude for you!

If I were as wooden as you, I reckon I might actually believe I couldn't be! But you're a real boy thedope! You're getting on in years, but we won't hold it against you. Awake in eternity! We are, and we want to be! Oh, no, sorry... I remember now, you "want for nothing". lol

It's its own communication regardless your eminence. Your thoughts are physical, no matter how abstract your abstraction. We're all our bodies. You don't have to be of course.

Between we two, it is I alone that speak 'straight' in saying I am my body. Your saying "I am not" fails to qualify, being the dismissal of your direction, or 'guide' as you call it. The only 'fundamental' orientation of self is its embodiment! lol

Only you are saying light is darkness. What do you really want with the metaphor? The end of mistaken identity? lol

( As a dope poet, ring in, don't blow it! )

 

We don't die from anything.

Sure there is.

Right.

What life is higher and what lower? You are a fortune trader whose treasure is skin deep. Have fun been there done that.

Not at all. I am fascinated by the body and I don't care whether you identify yourself or me that way. Only my verdict counts for me.

What disgust at what?

So you had morning sickness. What do you think the body was trying to tell you?

Bacteria are one example.

Didn't say that. I said perception can lead to knowledge. It doesn't always lead to knowledge. And still this is in no way antithetical to creation being a law without opposite.

I think any idea I had of the auspiciousness of that has evaporated, perhaps due to your ridicule. What I had previously thought to be some kind of as yet unknown to me measure of experience that you had secreted away turns out to be a boast that ain't worth a toast much less an intercoastal best seller.

The difference between an oak and a sapling.

My body is not my guide. Communication is my guide. Between you and yourself stands your body and you think you are in possession of it calling to it and speaking of it possessively.

You can change your mind.

Yes,
To remove the barriers to the perception of love

You can keep your grading system.

 

lol The english language has you beat. Dumb as a stump. You say we die from being born. Thick.

What is it?

Certain thoughts and feelings exalt us. Uncertain ones too. You are a stickler for consistency come unstuck in the excommunication of your body.

True, your verdict counts for you. Identification with the body doesn't inevitably lead to depression as per your lie, and if you care to maintain that it does, you'll do so alone.

Your not wanting us to be our bodies.

To identify with it.

Having is being. Your case for possession on the part of bacteria is your own. lol

Liar. You say perception isn't knowledge. Perception does always lead to knowledge, being it. Whether or not it reaches the abitrary absolute you demand of it is another matter entirely. Creation is without opposite. Knowledge is always perceived.

I'm a published writer, as are you, money-bags.

Your idea that you're not your body won't permit you to branch out. Won't matter how deep your roots are.

No, there is no 'between' me. I am my body, and you are in denial in pretending you're not yours. Communication is always embodied, tent peg.

Because I acknowledge my body as myself. Can you change yours?

Where, in your perception, are they? The reason you can make love at all is because there are no barriers to its perception.

And you can play, 'prettily', at light being dark, beauty all the while eluding you.

 

We die because we are born into a life cycle not from the effort of being born.

No that is exactly what it is for, communication. And certain thoughts and feelings depress us and uncertain ones too.

I don't do it alone you just call it contraction.

I don't have such a desire. Disgust for what did you get over?

To identify with sickness?

There is still active debate about the extent to which perception is an active process of hypothesis testing, analogous to science, or whether realistic sensory information is rich enough to make this process unnecessary.

I am probably into more things than you precisely because you carry around that extra weight.

My, belonging to or associated with the speaker. You are speaking as though there are two entities, you, and your body. There is most definitely a body between us.

My body, body belonging to or associated with me. I'll buy that you have a body you call your own.

Guilty verdicts.

Now you are just inane albeit bodily enshrouded.