An uncommon stereotype, fungus is the most regal of beasts.
In wrestling, fighting is just a vehicle for delivering an even greater absurdity. Every match, a passion play in which the routine is exaggerated beyond all recognition. It's a kind of theatre where things are never what they seem. Wrestling is the purest form of theatre. The Haters, likewise, would be that kind of theatre. Our performance-hoods would be a formula for how wreckage is the subsequent pertaining to the random. Any and all forms of logic being a wreckage of thought. Logic as the predictability of emotion.
There is a kind of hollowness to all of this; like the cavity within; a hollow projectile containing nothing in particular and heading nowhere in particular.
If you don't like it, then don't do something about it. If an individual believes in something, it doesn't mean he cares about it. Many people believe in the very things they hate.
The act of making sense of anything is irrational. For any and all similarities with past and future events are coincidental. Doubt is the most important limb.
"As the telephone fell apart in his hand, it made the sound of shattering glass."
"Yes sir, you've hit the hammer on the nail there, you have in deed...". It was a shiny black, so bright as to be blinding.
I was never as interested in reacting to old information as I was in creating new information. To do this, one never deals with things like right, wrong, truth, or falsehood. Instead, one deals with likelihood. As all circumstances are experiences, regardless if they are observed phenomena or not. Everything is true regardless if it is false or not. Your perceptions are as much an aspect of reality as are the subjects of your perceptions.
Genetic engineering as a form of self-expression.
Politeness would be anti-social behaviour wherever rudeness was the norm.
The potential in all of this is that it doesn't matter what you think; and that it doesn't matter what everybody else thinks. You can use your mind to think whatever you want. No thoughts are any more, or any less proper than any other. Some thoughts may be more practical; but everything is diametrically complimentary to each other.
To say that something is not real, or to say that it is not true, is to state that this said something does not occur very often within a specific context.
What counts in all of this is how one counts. The only reason we notice the different between the mind, matter, and nothingness is because each is a different mode of vibration. These modes come from the same violence that forms the cosmos. Each is an accidental fraction broken into existence by the same explosion that gave shape to this physical universe. A thing, any thing, every thing is a combination location & direction.
What gives any shape size is violence. Dreaming is nothing more than the mind's attempt to measure the passive responders of thoughts, emotions and memories feeding back from the brain-stem. When I dream, I dream in black & black. The Totimorphous is neither an element of the conscious or subconscious, but an aspect of the emptiness in between the subconscious and conscious. Information is the involuntary motion of things.
Information is not what things are. Information is what things do. The use of information in debate is not the act of stating what things are, but the act of questioning what things do.
An entity remains totally unchanged by the act of being perceived. What does change is the perception. Space is the wreckage of emptiness. The soundtrack for this fashion show will consist only of the amplified sounds of the burning fabric. Reality is the space in between the mind, matter and nothingness. Reality is a byproduct of emptiness.
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Because that of the abstract, and that of the physical are both equally tangible, free will is the predictability of how one keeps on slipping between the wreckage. Free will as the predictability of personality. Some would never climb up anything, anywhere, without having a shovel at hand. He lit the fuse with his hammer. Nobody saw him. Even a reoccurring event which happens once a year will still have only taken place eleven times a decade. Reality is a void disjointed from nothingness. Reality is the one exception to prove any rule. As he said, "Just how real is it any way?". All answers are all equally correct. However, an answer will not always be workable. Paper tears more easily when torn in the same direction as the paper-fibre was pressed during manufacture. Without ever having to listen or watch anything, strangers are caressed by the radio and television broadcasts of other strangers. Radio and television static quietly hissing in the midground. He made an effort to hear this hissing by first fastening up his overcoat and stepping out of the motel. He knew he was listening to the noise he wanted to hear, because he soon passed by an ornate iron fence that bounded what had once been an open courtyard. Stillness stirred everywhere. This static; his favourite sound. Actuality is the predictability of probability. While performing their theatre of the absurd, the two hooded wrestlers became entangled so as to dance by pausing. Because of this choreography, the match concluded in a draw. And while drawing to a conclusion, a scholar found lodging in a house of logic. Because of this joyous elation, he came to understand that being nowhere in particular meant being in several places at once.
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