Love the rapport, yet another live writhing thread

...yes yes yes, all marvellous clever witty stuff, but could you repost them, are they seamless uh, as there are a lot of forums out there, as many as there are stars in the night sky where you won't see any of them stuck here stroking each other off, or put it this way then...

"...me insult one of the gods? No you wouldn't catch me doing that..." chuckles Jats lazing about on this rather clement November morning "...no and neither will you catch me flogging a dead horse either...yes it's funny how humans do that, I notice it with the boys sometimes when they will not heed my advice on something even though they have had years of knowing I'm usually right and still seeing that obstinate look of 'well it worked last time I tried it' written all over their faces whereby, providing it's not too dangerous, I'll leave them to it and not just so I can laugh later and say 'I told you so' no, it's just sometimes it's the only way humans learn I've found..." chuckles Jats again coming back from the kitchen with another brew and chocoalte biscuits stuffed in the mouth adding "...so when your blog, even if it is brilliant, has been visited by your 200 facetwit friends, and by the members of the couple of forums you are on, and friends of course, why in a year you might get say 827* visitors to your blog, ok then 1,439* being generous, where I can get those numbers with just one post, like this one now..." scurrying back with a picture the chameleon adds "...or we can argue back and forth and see who can shout the loudest for a bit, if you insist, but we all know by now how that's going to turn out then..." Jats laughs at himself, clearly still in Dad mode and offering an alternate "...or I can give you a challenge? Pick a persona, find a forum, open a thread and see if you can do it another way instead...I mean what you got to lose by it, oh and how's that book selling then, a few twists and turns, a believable protaganist..." Jats ends in a very squeaky voice, asking rhetorically as always, knowing it's always the mind that goes first



*these numbers are ficticius, made up, an example, if you want to argue pointlessly on numbers search for "holocaust something something" on any forum

 

"Well I do not in fact perceive him now! I have heard things about him, very, very few, but I bear being a resemblance to him I hear and in addition to that one thing, one of the other of the very, very few, I was told he died young from wounds of war and never did I hear a report of cootishness.”

"And I find it enjoyable haven been spoken by the fun loving, and perceived in love," returned thedope, "in the same turn what has been said is exemplary beyond the amusement of it or it could be perceived that way,” thedope continued in his interminable way re-posting the parameters of a remaining contention, "the form the amusement took belied the apparent content or definitions of the words. Ignoramus is by definition a term that insults someone’s level of education or intelligence and had I taken offense I would have confused form with content.”

 

"Why not?," inquired thedope, "when discussing the taste or appearance of things, I hear that the cheese stands alone." Further thedope understood that the least cleaver and witty fulfills in every sense being clever and witty, all actions being equal in time, having and being the same. As to stroking off in the light of the mind going first, it is not mental masturbation to share thoughts but more an orgy of organic relations. Ever more there is no appreciable difference between beating off and jacking off, jerk off."

 

jats:

"jats, if there are stars out there you think I should visit, let me know!" said Dejavu, his words being for the brightest he could imagine no matter where they were had. "Reposting means loss of context in the long run, and I'd love "livewriters" to manage to be together in more than dispersal."


thedope:

"Who the hell are we talking about then?!" said Dejavu.

 

"Well I do not in fact perceive him now!...

"We are talking about ourselves!"

 

"Works in the short run too if you hadn't meant what you said to begin with," multiplied thedope.

 

"That's a given, but specifically your grandfather, who you were using to try to make a case for knowledge not always being perceived." All actions not being equal in time, but to themselves, Dejavu always meant what he said to begin with, even if he went on to change it afterwards. Nothing was ever lost to the short term, the moment. His honesty really was, as he'd said, lasting.

 

All lies in jest tell a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest

"No doubt your are sincere Dejavu," said thedope, "honesty means consistency.
Stereotype is dishonest regard if the stereotype separates you from what you say you would like to see."

 

"Specifically we cannot discuss anything unless it be amongst ourselves, even to the very most intimate of our individual persons. Words are symbols of experiential conjugation," said thedope not at all meaning to be obtuse. "I do not perceive my grandfather, only stories about him. The knowing of my grandfather is a familial expression, my familial expression of him."

 

"Your knowledge of him is limited you might say." laughed Dejavu. "He still belongs to your perception. You'd never have brought him up otherwise." What on earth was he doing continuing this conversation for?!

 

But thedope didn't.

thedope did respond, "There is good for me and I must have it."

 

"So what is it if not limited? Non-existent?!" There was no good for Dejavu in this conversation even if there was for thedope. He'd had it before in another form and this one was no better. "I've nothing more to say to your understanding on the matter thedope. If you think that's your good, you're mistaken."

 

"There is good for me and I must have it," responded Dejavu when saying, "There was no good for Dejavu in this conversation, He'd had it before, (good?) in another form and this one was no better. "I've nothing more to say to your understanding on the matter."

thedope knew that friends were never parted but that life is redundant, rising and falling, inhaling and exhaling, waxing and waning like a wave of relative attentions. Dejavu it seemed of late couldn't get over being objectionable.

"Not limited is complete in it's freedom. Unconditional, free to venture wholeheartedly into any condition."

 

"You are the one, well you and sis, objecting to the fact that knowledge is always perceived. Nothing is unconditional. To be free in conditon is to love it," he said.

 

thedope never objected to perception finding it a conveyance to knowledge.
"Knowledge is not always perceived as the abstract nature of mind allows for illusion or the imagination of things not real or seeing things that are not there."


thedope and Dejavu used a different system of statistical analysis. thedope counted six live writers a writing of which one objected to what thedope described and upon hearing that none of the five had voiced agreement to what thedope said and Dejavu using that moments attention to suggest that thedope was not sharing knowledge with them, thedope conscripted one who found him agreeable to the point of breaking habit to appear in support of shared being. So of the voices presented on the specific issue of the suitability of what thedope said, exactly one objected, two agreed, and the others were relatively mute on the subject. There is not always an accurate accounting of taste however and it is basically in this thedope and Dejavu tugged each other toward the middle, thedope saying sweet, Dejavu saying sour. Any one for chinese?

 

"No, that we can be mistaken in believing we know something doesn't mean knowledge isn't always perceived. You have never been able to say what you think it is that it isn't." he said. "That we may go on to know doesn't mean there is knowledge unknown, only that knowledge is knowing, and so ongoing." I bet if sis was here she'd be able to see what I'm saying he thought, with a smile. She knows I'm not sour.

 

"However, that the mind can only entertain one thought at a time means that during those of mistaken identity, real identity becomes obscure to the one perceiving it that way," said thedope and in the gentlest of tones, "shhhh ... what do you perceive when you are asleep?"

 

"Knowledge is not static. What I knew before falling asleep was known. My knowledge is not all knowledge." he laughed. "Where is the knowledge that is not knowledge?! Knowledge is nothing more than knowing!"

 

"Remembered perceptually upon waking no doubt and what did you perceive when you were asleep?," encouraged thedope.

 

And is knowledge, perception, thereby not what it is for a misperception? No, you have only a misperception to propound if you insist knowledge is not perception. To say knowledge only leads to perception is to say that knowledge only leads to, only becomes what it is, and is somehow not itself in the becoming.