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| Plato's Joy. |
A biological structural hypnosis commanding all sentient creatures. A turning of perpetual tides, going round and round and round about. An organic fluidity electrified, waiting to be exploited: made into a thriving slave for the Great Good Cause!
A command from beyond the heavens, making diagrams within our brains. A make believe musical design wrinkling in the face of Oblivion.
True, everything is happening in a wet plastic box sealed with silicon; we make it look bad or pretty to ourselves...suiting the egotistical tendency that harbors within the repealing "liver".
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| The Seal of Fate, the altar of the Norns. |
Can you really master the Dharma, or just fill it out. These and those who belong to the several racial mankinds, are they just biological transistors? Interconnected eternally for the betterment of Human Vanity?
Squares and circles in a great collider, mesmerizing each other?
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| la quadrature du Xaos |
Have you any choice here, but to concede? To ride the tide or be submerged? These musings crushed beneath the weight of an Oxford or Littré dictionary?
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I'll surely have to wait and see.
On the brink of the abyss. God made a body for himself, both male and female, conceiving a biological structural hypnotic effect within His very own Infinite Mind.
Squaring the vortex. A se mettre la tête au carré!
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| Booh! |
This is the day Johnny got his head cut off.
