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@gengar Nothing at all What need has the dead man for earthly pleasures?

Or is everything on the internet free use nowadays?

I obviously must reference where i stole all the images right?

This same phenomenon must exist in not just the visual realm, but the realm of sounds and music right? Isn't it apparent that one's Level of Consciousness has a direct correlation on what types of musical and sonic content any given person enjoys?

I wonder what type of variations exist between your and my application of contemplation for the purpose of aesthetic refinement. I would consider myself relatively underdeveloped, and I can imagine your process looks much more clean and effective than mine. Although the general procedure does sound to be the same.

Upon further thought it seems inadequate to apply any such labels and associated definitions or implications onto Consciousness. Still, even after what i believe to be removal of these obstructions, I do not know what Consciousness is.

even simpler: Consciousness is

Consciousness is the means by which

@Leo Gura what methods have you personally employed to refine your aesthetic sense?

^ this is a work in progress tribute to my personal favorite ambush predator, the Chain Pickerel. I am wondering how I can improve the quality of my tribute. Obviously I want it to be educational as well as entertaining to read. Perhaps somebody could offer guidance on how to improve?

Chain Pickerel Scientifically referred to as Esox Niger, Chain Pickerel are a species of freshwater fish with a masterful design. These sleek bio-missiles are a carefully curated mix of savage ferocity, and brilliant tact. A cunning display of beautiful camouflage is the first layer of weaponry employed by these amazing fish. Having been given an instinct for elusiveness, these fish often find themselves shrouded in vegetation. Surrounded, though not by mistake. The trick of the camouflage is concealment. a Tiger is striped not to draw awareness, but rather to defer it. It is this same case for the Pickerel. The pattern blends the fish seamlessly into its environment. the Chain Pickerel lies in near complete stillness, waiting for the right moment. Though It is not merely waiting. As it waits it is intelligently sensing. These fish have a highly developed lateral line, a specialized sensing system that evolved to allow for sensing of movement and vibration within the aquatic environment. Being also visual creatures, they rely on sight for hunting too. they have special eyes tuned to picking up on outlines and motion, from positions of dark, obstructed murk. The mouths of these beasts happen to come standard issue lined with rows of fixed blade knives. Each of these fangs are extremely sharp. One powerful shake backed by the strength of a Pickerel is all that it takes to rip right through skin and flesh. Wearing a literal scale armor of steady illusion, and having an assassin's arsenal at its disposal, these awesome titans of our planet have only one thing in mind to strike as quick as lightning.

I fear death may wipe this universe of many a unique perspective.

@Leo Gura Inquiry on death quickly brings forth inquiry on self. This is, it takes self for death to be possible and it takes death for self to be a truly effective illusion.

@Leo Gura So I ask at what exact point does death occur? What exactly is death? Does death happen when I lose track of the body/mind/self? Perhaps it is a moment when the last vestige or artifact of ego is stripped away? Is death cessation of experience? Is it a lack of colors, sounds and feelings? But is that even death or is that simply empty experience?

Why do I have to dissappear forever? Why must I be extinguished? Snuffed out, as if to have never been at all. Is it Death when you have completely lost control? Or is it Death when the body perishes?