forgot to write "let's not forget the hydrogen bomb" i'm sure that eschew eschews "eschew"
all my blogs is like a single hair in the vastness of a bald head it's like an iron bull trying to hit a mosquito divided i vid. kierkegaard's knight of resignation and knight of faith so what is faith exactly? posing or striving for an effect: isn't that production? i want to own what i am a part of. or, i want to find myself where i am not. or, i want to find myself where i am lost. and, i want to loose myself where i am found. lost and found. i refuse to live until the mystery of life is solved, because how are we supposed to live? where are the marvels of life? the marvels of this pigeon in the tree. what is the marvelous? the wholeness? the wholeness where? to point to the finger that points to the moon. the finger is not the moon but the moon is not the finger either. they are a whole. and the whole is even more. the moon is not a moon without the finger. you can point in a certain way so that the pointing is to nothing or is incomplete. it can be shown that any pointing to the moon is to nothing or is incomplete. so the whole finger-moon lacks either finger or moon, or is incomplete. the truth table (knights-of-the-round table) for this is maybe: p q p->q 0 0 ?* 1 0 inconsistent 0 1 inconsistent 1 1 incomplete what if you have neither finger nor moon? maybe that's pointing? it must be * what is a fact? it's a fact but not to be seen. compared to nothing, everything is everything. compared to something, something is something else. stainless steel, stainless mirror chain of ignorance (cling tightly to every thought you might have) wet clothes cling to your thoughts my backpack felt a little lighter as if suddenly a strange force intervened in my life. i looked back, nothing special. with my hand i felt that the pocket of the backpack was open - i was being robbed. we're being led astray through blogging to find a text in our own being. poverty - poetry - poerty - povetry -- qwerty "for peace is only possible in poverty" noemata - this is more like a programmed journey through noemata - the ignorance of thought! i'm focusing in the underarms possessive adjectives
