My idea of fervant candour is to bridge a gap. that gap is in the mind, not exclusively between the legs. The mind is a platform. It is a carridge and a Juggernaught (Giddens). The vehicle is essentially out of control control system. It is mindless to the extent it has an external measure and control mechanism. The mechanism is the observer. Such observation and contol is the work of the parental aspect. The parental aspect guides the child. Yet the child is being driven off a cliff ecologically through the individual econmic choices of the parents. There are different levels of logic. The logic of economic survial contrasts with our collective survival.
The juggernaught continues on its way. Where are we? are we allowed off for a few days or hours thanks to the juggernaughts own legitimised methods and products. Of course thes never challenge the juggernaught. The effective challenge comes though methods de-legitimised ... these are to be found and explored...they are aspects of our freedom beyond the illluison of 'freedom' projected by the juggernaught.
Grasping at stuff we are told will save us, you have to doubt it , ths olutions will be more ubiquitous and free they will be obviously overlooked syncs of quality, connections that we thought were gaps, rhythms and sound, simple everyday overlooked motions and movement, some pathway we had not even seen... there in the everyday gloss of mind pattern a gap, a chink of light a slipping of edges there a moments unfurling of a collective emergent form a present ground ... a place in the soul of man we had forgot, the only one moment of unionbodystream reunited in its infinite variety to hold us beyond the knives of the word game.
The juggernaught continues on its way. Where are we? are we allowed off for a few days or hours thanks to the juggernaughts own legitimised methods and products. Of course thes never challenge the juggernaught. The effective challenge comes though methods de-legitimised ... these are to be found and explored...they are aspects of our freedom beyond the illluison of 'freedom' projected by the juggernaught.
Grasping at stuff we are told will save us, you have to doubt it , ths olutions will be more ubiquitous and free they will be obviously overlooked syncs of quality, connections that we thought were gaps, rhythms and sound, simple everyday overlooked motions and movement, some pathway we had not even seen... there in the everyday gloss of mind pattern a gap, a chink of light a slipping of edges there a moments unfurling of a collective emergent form a present ground ... a place in the soul of man we had forgot, the only one moment of unionbodystream reunited in its infinite variety to hold us beyond the knives of the word game.
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