Oblivion & The Conquest of Consciousness

[No1Here2c]

An apt title.

Though first I must understand the hand from which it is written. 

As to why it writes what it does?

I do not know.

Why these words appear here?

I do not understand.

And so it is here that we shall embark...

On the quest for understanding.

[No1Here2c]

The problem with words:

Any fool can read them, but only the wise can understand them.

[No1Here2c]

Words

Have they been interpreted correctly? 

Who knows?

And from who's interpretation do we accept them to be true?

It seems my understanding of interpretation is itself a winding thread of misinterpretation from which I have no ability to properly discern. 

My knowledge of Interpretation— this most fundamental feature of life, is itself wound up in the cognitive meat grinder which is herein possessed.

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[No1Here2c]

Can a lense be adjusted to see what the lense itself is?

What is the method for such an act?

I need step by step protocol.

Can the retina look upon itself?

The deluge of existence is too much for words to transmit it would seem. Is this an unfortunate recognition?

If only words could convey.

And Meaning itself, where does it come from?

 

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[No1Here2c]

Sound as a playgroud myth it may:

"Looking at the sun even briefly can cause permanent retinal scarring—known as solar retinopathy—because the eye's lens focuses sunlight, burning the retina in seconds" - somewhere off of google 

Perhaps though, your retina has a story you cannot recognize as you have become quite literally blind to it. Probably something mild yes, but something indeed. Should this be overlooked?

Probably doesnt mean anything. Or perhaps may lead to nothing meaningful?

Blindness. Blindspots. Overlooking.

Now are these active things or are they passive things?

Speaking of playground, who doesnt love a game?

[No1Here2c]

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Hey it looks the same as everything else I say. Big ole pile of crap.

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[No1Here2c]

Ah I see now that the more I write the further and further I depart from the Truth.

[No1Here2c]

Where as if instead I create a journal and then leave it blank; That will be the closest thing to Truth that I can fill it with.

And it should have no title either. As this could certainly skew the interpretation of the empty pages within.

But alas, perhap it is no less Truthful than to come on here and start scribbling away...

Make a mess of the place. Have fun why dont you.

Become quite happy with it. Get real attached to what you have constructed. Find beauty and meaning in it.

And then RIP it to SHREDS. TEAR it APART. Reign down COMPLETE and utter CATASTROPHE upon your own CREATION.

It will be fun I promise.

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[No1Here2c]

When you see beauty in a thing, 

Are you able to describe that?

Is Beauty itself describable?

Can you explain why you see beauty there?

What is beauty?

Beauty=Consciousness?

[No1Here2c]

Freedom, you see, is not to soar through the sky like an eagle.

No, you've got it all wrong...

That would be captivity.

Little to no freedom to be found while bound to any particular form.

Freedom, you see, is not to soar through the sky like an eagle. 

No,

Freedom you see, is to soar through Infinity, as nothing at all.

[No1Here2c]

What now is Memory?

What is Sense-Making?

How does the mind Interpret?

How is a steady flow of Infinity what could lead to the arisal of this?

[No1Here2c]

Infinity is a steady flow & a standstill all at once.

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What is the difference between an Inverse & an Opposite?