Nothing to do on this Tuesday view of this post. Eating cheese and crackers I serve you one more just to get some laughter.
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It resembles the urge to urinate on an object to be neglected.
Primal reactions that we keep from arising.
Actions that even the most educated blue bloods, especially the blue bloods, will have arise like eruptions of vomit when poisoned with a tainted substance. Maybe it lies dormant in between our connecting nerve cells with no purpose, but as a reminder that we live in a visceral self. A self of only a few that can be confused by behaviors that existed in the primordial ooze. Convoluted structures that we extrapolate from necessary patterns and triggers that have no purpose in biology, but serve to add symmetry and un-kink the fluid thought of reaction.
A play that replicates nature so as to learn from it.
In this action origin is lost, distance is made, action becomes reaction of the one long forgotten. Lost is the thought that started the first. Finding the end of the ropes would only serve to tighten the delusion of a solid foundation.
A foundation that is to be uprooted if it is to be discarded.
So strong is the urge that it transcended with us as we voyage into the digital ether. A higher self lifted on the shoulders of the previous self. A dusty note from a memory not forgotten, it was just misplaced. Let me describe this in accurate terms; a memory not lost, but in our endless procrastination it was left on the back burner. Bubbling over steaming…this is a different kind of smelt fish.
The verb is the description.
We understand things as they pertain to us. To understand the Natural Law, as we see it in our endless wisdom, we must not enter it, we must let it enter us. We become the concept. We have hooves. We must fly. We must melt. Yes us. A bottomless possibility of new, higher, sounder, fire, lighting of the speed kind. A lesson in play.
This is play we are play science is at play.