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Puzzled the little mouse sees humans try and try again, only to fail in their attempt to harness natures forces. "One cannot catch the moon's light in ones hand. As one cannot catch human behaviour one covets and keep it bridled." She smiles and reads what xxxx has posted. It makes her think about Friedrich Salomon Perls. Did he not say once, “I am not in this world to live up to other people's expectations, nor do I feel that the world must live up to mine.” Aren't expectations and the failure to live up to those often the fuel for anger? What if humanity would be more aware of its surroundings, less focussed on the individual? What if humans would let go of their need for instant gratification? Learn to live without expectations, or the need to live up to what is expected from them. Would they not be free? Happy? Able to express themselves in a way that fits the moment, not force themselves in the mold that has been prepared for each individual from conception to grave. "Ah," muses the little mouse, "but would it not be an ideal world if humans could just be and not expect."

 

"Language being a child and messenger of abstraction is imprecise no matter visual acuity," reported thedope being not exactly reprobate.

"The set of qualities that make somebody or something distinctive is sometimes referred to as ones character or nature. Positive qualities that make somebody or something interesting or attractive may not even exhibit an animal nature as all such as that old house being full of character although we might imagine that house full of characters. It is really not characteristic of nature living in rooms to defecate on the living room rug, although this behavior sometimes occurs."

 

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"Language is always imprecise and subject to the recipients view/hearing." The little mouse laughs. "It is easy to get lost in translation or even in the maze of words piled upon words upon sentences until there is seemingly no way out and one runs around in circles trying to find truth and meaning." Dancing to the tune of truth she ponders on the word. "My truth isn't yours and yours not mine. For even truth is coloured by nurture and belief and belief needs no proof nor ratification."

 

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Our truth is shared.

We believe to see .

thedope recalled a time in his own shop when a friend into antiques who made his living going through the elderly's attics and basements and giving them cash payments for their junk, brought in an implement for which thedope had no name and in having no name for it he couldn't make out what it was for. As much as thedope studied the apparent mechanism of the instrument he could not for the life of himself assign the implement useful meaning. Stumped he asked his friend what it was called and it turned into a seed planter right before his eyes where just an instant before was a nameless and therefor unrecognizable piece of metal. Upon believing it's use it's use was seen.

And see to believe

Just a few days forward and the question was asked, "Do you have one of those old fashion seed planters," and thedope was able to say then that he believed he did and asked for just a moment that he be able to go look for it.

The truth does not need belief to be what it is but belief cultivates and is cultivated by perception. Particular points of belief or perspective never argue with the truth but only with each other. Our truth as compared to our particular subjective perspective can be found in the experience of the I am-ness that we share. thedope relied on the claim that knowledge is being shared and individual perception is not knowledge but can lead to it as we come to know one another. That we share different points of reference is a fact of space and time as our eyes are surrounded by a globe of hairy grayness and in trying to occupy the same space would necessarily butt gnostic gnoggins but this fact is not an essential difference in that it is shared.

 

"More than a claim, that first reliance of yours," laughed Dejavu, "but the second? That's only a claim. I call it your alliance, a thing you claim not to make." Dejavu did not believe in an 'imprecision' of language. He did not feel he had to make allowances for others understanding as far as words were concerned. Was he hard to understand? Hardly. Knowledge is always perceived, and nature is always its behaviour. "So it's individual perception now you're trying to pull the wool over thedope?! Lead your audience to the pastures of knowledge by all means! As for mine, I hope it's enough for them that I love their knowledge! And where they're shared? Where they overlap at the pool and fount?" But he didn't finish the sentence. Dejavu was not put out by our being wholly subject to the senses.


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"Then perhaps Dejavu could describe the exact hue of the rosy in his cheeks," suggested thedope, " and what of the white lies you claim lying about, do they suggest an exactitude of language? Words are symbols and symbols can be taken to mean anything you like." So Dejavu's personal claims department allows for knowledge being shared but suggests that personal perspective is shared as well when we know darn well it is not and would call thedope's claim an alliance because Dejavu is not allied with it although thedope knows and relies on the fact that appearances can be deceiving or we can be deceived by appearances.

 

"That's your suggestion thedope, that is the 'knowing darn well it itsn't' bit," said Dejavu, "We share it with ourselves at the very least in reflection. Where is the perspective that isn't personal?!" Dejavu did not believe in a precision of language either, language was what it was for him, and all others. "When I call out certain of your 'conjugations' as you've called them, to be lies, no matter how symbolic you find them personally you never go on to show them with further words to be other than lies. Take 'individual knowledge is not perception' for instance, pure bullshit. Keep butting your own head over that one as you always have, butthead!" he said.

 

This statement by Dejavu satisfied thedope's case both upper and lower precisely because Dejavu didn't share thedope's perspective on this issue and thedope was consequently confused about Dejavu's use of the word ourselves. thedope found himself reflective reflecting a single reflected image, his own, and found no others present during such reverie but evidently Dejavu was able to commune in good company with his own bicameral mind as though talking to himself represented high society.

Perception is the interpretation of reflected light and our personal field of view is not spherical but cone shaped and that be an individuals rod of support and if not for other views one is almost certain to be blindsided, reality being non-local in the quantumly physiological sensitivity of our personal creaturehood. An individual possesses imagination but imagination is not a solid venue being abstract in every sense. An individuals imagination endures only to the extent that it is shared and if your sharing is only with yourself then your terms will be limited. For instance thedope's perception in Dejavu's spit is not knowledge but bovine fecal matter!

 

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Knowledge if not shared is known not.

 

thedope had not answered Dejavus asking where the perspective is that isn't personal, and had instead gone on about cones and rods and the rubbish he called 'non-local reality' rather than give up his lie. "Let's try another one then!" said Dejavu. "How about your 'health is both illness and well-being'? What a heaving pile that was! To be fair though, you haven't tried to excrete it since I last flushed it." He looked at thedopes postscript. "Knowledge if not shared is not known? Where is the knowledge that is not shared?!" Dejavu laughed at thedopes attempts to show that the individual somehow ruled itself out. Perception, if not conical, was at least comical. Dejavu appreciated thedopes perception, but wasn't prepared to entertain thedopes apparent pride in his misperceptions. Considering thedopes alliance of reliance, the only thing he now found reliable in thedope was his society. As concerned his heart, he, well, he wasn't concerned.

 

"The one you will never share with me as I recall," answered thedope all timely enough as Dejavu would have known if he had even a modicum of patience.

Adaptive or acquired immunity creates immunological memory after an initial response to a specific pathogen, leading to an enhanced response to subsequent encounters with that same pathogen. This process of acquired immunity is the basis of vaccination.
Inflammation is one of the first responses of the immune system to infection. The symptoms of inflammation are redness, swelling, heat, and pain, which are caused by increased blood flow into tissue. Inflammation is a healthy response to infectious agents. "Did I pass the audition?," inquired thedope.

 

"That which you withhold or keep to yourself. If you don't tell me I don't know," replied thedope.

 

"You mean your "Godliness is the ability to come to a consistent finding, the last arbitrary judgement."? You're not trying to say you didn't share that perspective with us are you?!" he said. "I didn't share it with you, and I still don't, save for reposting it." Dejavu did have the heart to tell thedope he had failed what he called his audition over the sickly notion that health is illness. "You failed." He said directly. "But don't worry, it won't mean your health will necessarily. You have from here to recover."

 

"But I still would. It doesn't matter to me that you don't credit the individual as individual, but it might to yourself one day." said Dejavu, thinking of the horrific visions he'd had, for which he'd never found a reason to flesh them out for another.

 

thedope remembered what he had actually shortchanged Dejavu on according to Dejavu was in wishing him ease as opposed to health. Now thedope was not at all opposed to Dejavu's health and knew that Dejavu would have it whether thedope wished it upon him or not and only pointed out that inflammation and pain are healthy reactions to infectious organisms and thedope still wished for Dejavu that the rigors of acquired immunity fall not too heavy upon him.
"You remind me of that teacher, the six foot eight giant who docked me for being original," said thedope.

 

"You unctuous homunculus!" said Dejavu. "You're supposed to say - may the rigors of acquired immunity fall upon you as heavily as they have to!" Dejavu had no interest in censoring thedopes originality, though he saw without flaw that thedopes condition being what it was, thedope'd have to receive constructive criticism under the abstraction that it was destructive.

 

("...you lot are mad, please count me amongst your number then..." went the goblin enjoying the reads here)

repost from elsewhere, the "I got a whole buncha fresh brussels sprouts" thread

"...wish I could help you but I don't know how any of you humans can actally eat brussels sprouts then..." went the goblin remembering christmas dinner with dread then, and then rolling them under the table with unprecedented satisfaction till mum got wise and started looking under the table too, whereupon the goblin just confined something, saying "...no, I think the only thing I ever liked and the reagan administration was nancy reagan's just say no to brussel sprouts campaign..."

 

"If your immune system requires you to be very sick in order to acquire immune protection I hope you are not too uncomfortable or do you think discomfort a necessary or worthy wage for the sake of health?, " said thedope. "It wasn't that the quarterback was funny for being small, it was funny because of the peculiar circumstances that being very small presented." One attribute that Dejavu shared with that teacher was a gigantic head, all the same thedope found it adorable if not well seasoned. If Dejavu were constructive with his criticisms he might apologize to thedope for a misconstruction of thedope's benediction and in turn find it easier to appreciate than to say fuck you for it. Dejavu sharing his condition with thedope, thedope knew nothing real could be made unreal critical being Dejavu's condition and not his. thedope used his powers of discernment to distinguish between what is the same and what is different, not of itself inherently critical in a grave sense and certainly not arbitrary in providing substantial corroborating witness.

And; yes, yes, yes, NO to brussels sprouts!