Love the rapport, yet another live writhing thread

("...wow this is deep..." went the goblin still reading it though)

 

"What unfinished works"

"Here is a statistical analysis that will benefit from your corrections!, the world being equal to your regard." thedope was inspired by the prospect. "What life is incomplete except for the life not lived, an idea which is antithetical to living. What more valuable a life of ten minutes or a life of ninety years and which life remains yet unfulfilled? Life is perfect and synonymously complete by definition, having all the necessary qualities or abilities for a particular role, equal always to any virtue."

thedope previously had not been described as one to pull his punches, "not being able to hold his thinks," (brutally honest some have suggested, as a characteristic of being born in a certain time of year, or just being cancerously crabby,) and in his belabors he showed up to Dejavu saying, "I no longer anticipate good times or bad being familiar with the moment. I find the least concern to be the same as the greatest devotion and the least irritation the same as the greatest catastrophe. Nothing changes except our mind. That is not to say that I do not find delight in the mind the thought coming first."
On the issue, days of future past, thedope saw both the future and past artifacts of conceptions of current emergence. Time not measured on a linear axis but a concentric one, past and future each exuding from this moment in all/both directions.

An example:
As we look through the space telescope, the more ancient the light we perceive, the more forward or far reaching our prospectus.

 

thedope was pleased to see the goblin swimming in his own grand pool.

 

Death is not life; rather, a lifeless life is 'insatisfaction'... said the Trickster, remembering the feeling that sometimes visits, when life is hungry for more life...

 

Although it appeared thedope was salivating for Dejavu's evaluation of this gem or facet, to thedope disappointment has always been a case of mis-identification and he was simply excited to see soundly the whole body full of light!

 

'No, christian, I am not as you would have me though you share in our creation. The world is no stone. We are equal to our own, not any, no matter our denying none." said Dejavu. thedope wanted Dejavus blessing, and he had it. What he didn't have was Dejavus expression. thedope said he awaited no revelation, yet was excited to "see soundly the whole body full of light". Dejavu supposed thedope had to find perfection synonymous with completion, at least no other explanation presented itself to his mind, "handicapped" as it was by thedopes reckoning. "My honesty is not brutish!" he laughed, "but it is lasting, it holds in thought, and through my words, so mind what you say I would say!" Was the 'idea' of the life not lived, as thedope said, antithetical to living? Perhaps to the thedope, since he thought we don't create ourselves. Dejavu knew that there was no such thing as an antithetical idea. Some were better than others though, and Dejavu chuckled again thinking of thedopes attempting to level all virtue, a pharisaical revenge if ever there was one. "Come thedope! Those purported reports from other corners! Which ones?! Where is the support of your nonsense from 'without'?"

 

"Alright, take out 'likely'" he laughed. "We're all atlases in our own way after all! If you are perfect, you should let us all know! We should feel our own perfection in your presence!"

 

"Patience would be a boon to your ability to find and maintain good sense," laughed thedope,
"I have been consorting cohortingly with congenial kin and have informed them of your request for references and they have informed me they would be delighted to join this rapport, reportedly at their happy leisure, and even with some excitement at the prospect of arriving in thirds. I can give you at this moment a grab from my user control panels latest reputation received in conjunction with a statement I had made which I am sure you are familiar with and I think, although I may misapprehend, qualifies as one of those you have imagined to unsay :"

 

"A delightful surprise, " remitted thedope, "infinite patience brings immediate results. Patience isn't waiting Dejavu, it is an active confidence in real things and an economical route to open mindedness."

"Ideas that never meet are antithetical to each other and I know you have been less than thoroughly considerate on this point," continued thedope. "Where fear is in thoughtful attendance love is forgotten and where love is remembered fear flees. They cannot, do not occupy the mind at the same instant and at no instant touch together being antithetical to each other."

 

The thought comes first then the sensation. Do you need the idea of imperfection to organize your world? Be the thing you hope to see and selectively forget the accusation," suggested thedope, '"and while you are at it forget the accusation of perfection, because what is so is true blue*."


*or your favorite, only god is good.

 

"I have no capacity to relinquish your thoughts only to share them or not," warmly replied thedope.

 

"You misapprehend, for I never 'unsaid' that one. Happy to though!" he laughed. "I have to begin by asking you, or them, how." Dejavu loved thedope trying to teach him patience. "But forget it for the moment, let's go straight to one of your very worst, your saying that health is both well-being and sickness." Dejavu was as bored as could be correcting thedopes words, for there was nothing of his essence he would correct. He may as well have been giving elocution lessons to an antelope. "Or, let's deal directly, again, with this idea you've got into your head about ideas that never meet." Dejavu then posted a dialogue that had taken place last year over the same thing, remembering as he did so how remembering as selective forgetting was another of thedopes sayings he had to keep unsaying for him in its making no sense.

 

"Your favourite you mean. One of them at least. That was unsaid by yours truly the first time you said it to me. So tell, what's the accusation of perfection? The thought comes, and it does so from sensation. Its order of occurrence has been an obsession with you as long as I've known you!" laughed Dejavu.

 

In the spiritual exhausting of Dejavu,
Typographical correction;
Yes, even though fear be occasionally remembered!

 

"As if!" said Dejavu, with a laughter in which could be heard something of a warning.
"My boredom isn't a patch on my interest. Kind of relation your kind'd call antithetical, christian." Dejavu knew he should really call thedope thedopian, especially since the old nimrod was sure his pride was his humility, but it could wait.

 

Um

http://vimeo.com/2273770

 

Translation of the phrase, in the spiritual exhaustion of Dejavu.

"Spirit means breath and we cultivate our spirit through speaking, so in honor of the indefinitely exhaustible Dejavu..., sheesh for the occasionally trusting!" exclaimed thedope in friendly gusto.
"In the beginning was the word and the word was with good and the word was good. The mind is the driver of our intended conveyance. Taste, traffic control for the unintended. Intent is the gravity around which our experiences coalesce. It is through the mind that the creative will is exercised. I am not obsessed but in possession of an all powerful engine of creation for the human experience proceeding thought word and deed. You say you do not know that you do not create yourself and that is because you cannot remember a time when you were not but your parents remember a time when they thought you should be. Every journey toward desire begins with the first step and before even your first sensation of self you had already been conceived."

 

"Everything has a body and every body has a name and in my inestimable experience them that does not eat, does not survive. Fear has no face of it's own and must eat through yours. We may safely deface our fear as we feel safer without it and as we remember love forgetting fear, fear becomes too weak to even crave."

 

"I said I don't know that we don't create ourselves." Dejavu replied, before leaving thedope to the machinations of his 'all powerful engine'.