"I am in everything;

Everything is in me."

"Stop telling Me what to say!"

What! Would we dare question, confront God at the threshold of consciousness, where the emotions dwell?

Some of us believe it is the only way to know such a vas enigma ... mostly unknown though some bravely state they know the unknowable ... God that is!

Are the emotions blind, like something to be followed without a clue? Perhaps we should reconsider that stranger ... intellect, the bedeviling force on the emotions. That would be a chilling power, freezing up the fight/flight syndrome ... like philosophy (love of knowledge and wisdom without borders) emotional people couldn't go there without some light eh! That would cause some chaos in the shadow ... following thought on this side of the mêrè ... sort of like hieros gamas ... something to be looked into like a vast source! There ... is a whole tree of understanding ... but physical man is fixed ... institutionalized in his learning! That is like refusing to step up to the shiyr ... cry in the dark!

They may be emotional but, do they care about their support systems?

 Who do you think you are - God?

Hi Pilgrim's Progress,

Taste and see that the LORD is good.

Grace and peace to you.

John

"Reports of my demise have been greatly exagerated."

Am I in the right Q, nous, lous state of mind for all this black and white harshness ... what of the greis manna ... sweet bread of the thinking/Karen part? 

I like ID as the conceptional part of the soul entity ... all about us to work with instead of against! Conflix vs co-operation? The polar types won't go there! They're either nothing but emotion or think they're all that is. It is strange to think of love as devoid something to allow you to work with it ... TheO logic philosophy? Sort of humbling in a bunch of word ...

Get out with yah, we couln't do that ... could we?

"I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes"

He may have a better understanding than any of us.  His sound bites appear to be made while he is chewing.

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"It's raining and I should have known to bring an unbrells...oh well, it only be for the next 40 days...I got so exceited in at last being among conscious beings that I totally forgot what I was going to say.---hey! This isn't Planet Blipquizls  4! Sorry, wrong planet! (Getting back into plane, muttering... ) Who would wsnt to visit the only planet in the cosmos named after dirt!

Chewing, rheuminating on words ... bred for the Kole, sole, Saul, darkly misunderstood up there in open space!

It is so like the isolated m'n (mahaineim) wrestling with the dark ... or often just denying that's it's there .. deluçe ion of the lie ... fallout of heaven ... Dan Taes infernal story ... goes on and on after the aboriginal feast. You've heard of the great mother theory ... you know all around us like a spirit ... with eyes in the back of erse said (Ur'ead) sos there would be a vision of the following eve enðs ... devil's tale? Man can never see what's coming for he doesn't wish to know ... why hei looses it about intercourse. Heis likes it alone and intimate ... can't stand æthers ... the incident just blows his mind ... maqon God as a sign of the end of emotions ... thoughts go too! Everything was made in pairs (par's, paris) out of oenoen de void ... everyone should have one to store their treasures. Now in constant creation the variation is immense ... even vas! As allegory you could attach a primal pair to that one: sole and Mere ESS sense that leads to thought along the vale heh of d' athe. IÐ'll clear your mind as if it were nothing.

Then, come to think of it my old grandfather did sae that Love was nothing ... something to make something of in opposing pars that one could put together in an unreadable story ... for love, justice and understanding are not the "strong" points here. Now Jude heh could really screw up order in the Roman armies, A'mon all screwed up in a bore ovas Torus ... couldn't fight well ... could dîte ... the franc an rouffe end of the form ...d' hows, or hommoe lea! One has to interprete for your not allowed to tell truth hear ... under a Roman Roué in witch pagans (common folk) are not allowed to love or even think about it ... improves the quality of Canan Fodder (echoes father, the louder yeller at the fringe of the real struggle).

If you can understand the vernacular kode tongues, you'll be able to connect Fin Agin's Wake to Peqod order in the Hebrew ... pure chaos of word in which some strong desire must exist to alighn it. Why Seamus Deane stated that word ... to be a miniturized form of the whole western literary tradition ... a real phoqah cup in the minds of people that would think heaven is completely ordered. It is a ruagh creation that is still being stirred in the Saul of man as a Mir shadow of consequence!

That's all folks ... let the Dan's begin to Ego their thoughts ... them's the dae mons that make angel's ponder why fodder did this ... chewed eM all up for remaining hommoe ... true to form you can't get a lot of eM to move ... do anything different!

If this side of the human story is a lie ... there must be something to the beyon din "myth"; physics/metaphysics manna of light in a dark form das God it's duh word oenoen understands as parse of Paris ... their paired you know ... in myth. City in Hebrew is chaos ... one must retreat to digest IÐ'll ... Llanos; power of space to think ... duh Sole entity as TheO? And the Gods giggle across the page boid on the ruagh breaths ... smoor'd with Tiers of laughter ... silent in church heh ... for few, just a weID remnant understands and rejects the athe Oenoen singularity that can get it all together ... it is not a mortal chore ... a Mir human must reflect infinitely ... so the soul goes on and on---QED!

You've heard of the queue ... anon Meuse ... it's script in the imaginary, binary Kode as "i" ... contained by the 4 winds called yod' ... a composite of thyme in a bottle ... boat 'elle?

One must get more into the word as an outsider we know so little o' vite ... it just blows by miss understood as spirit of the sole ... travelling fast as it falls on deaf ears and eye's that do not Scie ... we can't cut it ... not whetted enough! One must be immersed ...

Is that beyond enough to call myth'd in the fall?Be humble, be littled, butte be a Paen, teach my children, hoer born dumb by choice ... their parents didn't wish to know they were breaking the Roman Roués ... is there rheum to change? Chew IÐ ova as if it were a cracked Ego n'aL ... only one way to the other's Ide! Light must be bent to see beyond; Ba'aL idhal up in your inverted Saul! Perhaps your in the proper place but I think I'm on the wrong side ... like A'Don's with the philli Steins, biere mug up heh. Remember what you consume is yours to make of ... you bare the consequences in time. It's a mysterious statement eh ... purely vernacular ... from th' demoz vas of sole that the powerful walk upon ... waiting impatiently for the rendering ... little do they know!

Hieros gamas, habeas corpus ... the evidence is all around us in ... psyche-IC relief ... a blast if'n yous can Scie into IT!

You ain't got no pancake mix!

I wish people could "star" comments in this forum. I would definately have starred Chansen's comment above. Funny.

Well, Happy Genius, if time is an illusion, then the waste of time is just as illusiory, eh?

Maybe that's what God would say: "Don't trouble yourselves with the concept of time; time is an illusion. I AM—eternally—and you are an inseparable part of me."

There is the physical mind and the conceptual ... alas, it's out of the box ... myth, beyond the physical? Spatial eh!

People should get out more.