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wolven7And those who know not what i mean, perhaps you should acquaint yourselves with the Work?
To elaborate on an earlier theme: Ahh, would that all my friends were closer, in temporal measurements, to i, and i to them. Perhaps then, with such varied company, i would not be so lonely, though i doubt even that could sate my want of connections. There is a Base Wrongness in the world, as i see it. So much involvement in the mundane. As someone said in a comment, earlier this day, There were days, long hence, when Demons were of Such a concern that they were used by the State to frighten others into submission. And now, we barely recognise them, outside of Academia, and the Moot. Point. Set.
It is that Searching, that Viewing of life through Mundane Coloured Glasses, that is causing the separation i so lament. We are Scrabbling for Something. More. and we cannot grasp it because it is so filtered through the shit and the mire and the Bland. And i'm having to use hand gestures that NONE of you can see, right now. Hehehe. This is humourus to me... But i Digress, and you applaud. We were speaking of Reaching.
If you allow yourself to Merge that for which you reach with your daily lives, if you Meld it all together, then you will no longer have to worry about your Grades, and your Job, because all of those Administrative Gestoporati? They will be too busy hugging their knees and screaming quietly to themselves, or Adapting and changing, to place such weight on the Mundane. When you allow the Real to Be, you allow yourself to be free. There will be demons and angels and imps and faeires and ghosts and nixies and pixies and Champions and Gods and Devils and Towers and Pits and ATLANTIS WILL RISE!
So Help Me, Me. So let us begin, my dear cabaret. Let us begin and End and Sustain and Change. Let us Grow and Realise ourselves. Or would you rather worry about that A-F grade scale? As the Cheshire Cat said to dear Alice, as she entered the Queen's Court:
"Suit Yourself."
To elaborate on an earlier theme: Ahh, would that all my friends were closer, in temporal measurements, to i, and i to them. Perhaps then, with such varied company, i would not be so lonely, though i doubt even that could sate my want of connections. There is a Base Wrongness in the world, as i see it. So much involvement in the mundane. As someone said in a comment, earlier this day, There were days, long hence, when Demons were of Such a concern that they were used by the State to frighten others into submission. And now, we barely recognise them, outside of Academia, and the Moot. Point. Set.
It is that Searching, that Viewing of life through Mundane Coloured Glasses, that is causing the separation i so lament. We are Scrabbling for Something. More. and we cannot grasp it because it is so filtered through the shit and the mire and the Bland. And i'm having to use hand gestures that NONE of you can see, right now. Hehehe. This is humourus to me... But i Digress, and you applaud. We were speaking of Reaching.
If you allow yourself to Merge that for which you reach with your daily lives, if you Meld it all together, then you will no longer have to worry about your Grades, and your Job, because all of those Administrative Gestoporati? They will be too busy hugging their knees and screaming quietly to themselves, or Adapting and changing, to place such weight on the Mundane. When you allow the Real to Be, you allow yourself to be free. There will be demons and angels and imps and faeires and ghosts and nixies and pixies and Champions and Gods and Devils and Towers and Pits and ATLANTIS WILL RISE!
So Help Me, Me. So let us begin, my dear cabaret. Let us begin and End and Sustain and Change. Let us Grow and Realise ourselves. Or would you rather worry about that A-F grade scale? As the Cheshire Cat said to dear Alice, as she entered the Queen's Court:
"Suit Yourself."
