"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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thank you
Thank you, Jack
yeah
like magnets
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
so at the end
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all that is to say
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
the site i am dreaming
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation