This entry is a master thesis that is unequaled. *(September 21, 2010 at 12:50pm)
I don’t know exactly, how or why, there is a distinct paradoxical element involved when subtracting the human condition from itself. There is an affinity to, to consider what human condition becomes, in that non-specific or linear age. It’s what we think of as the center of a universe, where we were born out of, what we are made of. Now, to think in terms of a universe which there is no center, is the human condition we are currently.
I suppose my own theory if it were false, would hold something of a personalization where the exact principles were in my experience. What I surrender to. We might call it the need of changing. However, there is no real place, in which change can amount to itself interest or caused. Remember: the universe has no center, if no center may exist, then expand it further into being.
So much of this is trivial, to the sound of myself. I simply skip to a skill set of the changes I’ve already undertaken, to some other unknown experience of the human condition which may not occur. This is what I mean by expansion of the universe, which has no center, nor gravity.
There is very little truth to my extremes. If I look to social cues to an extreme end, most days, I awake to find myself as an earthly adult to my experience of nature. That my very metaphysical compounds, of a connection to the soil below ground. So, there are two variables I equate, we call extremes. One is of an expansion, while this other unknown experience, is one of the two. Most associate the two extremes with spirit in heaven, to the absolution of death be known as hell. It is William Blake, the allegory of marriage between the two. I suppose this incurs a lost message of some kind in this particular instance, that novice, of a human condition that can only be unmet.
In fact: I think I have no real extremes of which to explain my whereabouts most days, most days. Over the past 24 hours, nothing really happened, either than my transference of energy to the ground. Yet, my adult mind is one of simple fascination, that the human condition is not transferable, but is looked upon in vanity of myself as a subject. Let’s clearly rationalize, the meaning of adult. That in such or such a time, lesser thought out, saying preferably let us all be adults, then rationalize that from the same meaning, again and again and again until repetition takes part of it. Then the nature, as we know of it as adults, cannot escape that meaning.
This seems to blend in nicely with the fact, a lot, a lot of what I see in my life has in it. To look upon this example of adult, carries a concealed dichotomy of choice. One I like to think of as, an internalized will of knowing. That the adult, carries no specific narrative, other than to employ concepts of artificial intelligence, so that everything in it, yes - even the universe - then becomes second nature to us. That the human condition is within our grasp, our control over reach.
As simple as it sounds, this complexity aims together at a diversity, where no kind of art meets the eye, only we are our own political prisoners, unless we dare escape the rudimentary zeal of life in what life has to offer. Against that our better wishes, the universe is second nature to us, and so forth the dichotomy of choice, can only be second nature to us. That the factuality we base a foundation upon, much as the bed with design, in to it’s room with walls, furnished house, bungalow, car in the driveway, maximized inertia, until ad infinitium of no real allowance nor language could presume of us in it. Inside this second nature mentality, in fact, no nature of duality can be present, that the metaphysical mind remains stagnant over time, until a center of the universe is finally realized, self-actualized, reaching the lower extremities of thought to the soil, yes - which even the soil is second nature to us in spite of our adult lives.
It is from this variation, that so many of my lesser extremes come into view. I consider the variation of extremes, from one dominant point of view, not being my own, but is unknown through my own experience of it. There is no search from which reason can provide me without subtracting.
The human condition relies on no center, nor can it provide, what we provide with ourselves as adults living beneath soil, but we’ve created brick houses instead.Perhaps, it is a piece of music I am holding onto, only to hear it fade away into the background. If thoughts originate from pleasure, that we own the center of the universe - yes - even if it cannot exist as such, then there is no expansion which takes shape over precedence. It is this nature of a duality, that expansion becomes, a search beneath the soil, that this soil spurns our creative minds. That through no second nature of our own doing, contrary to popularized notions which require group feeling. My argument stands on a wooden leg, if the center of the universe were later on in time revealed. Therefore, no such thing as group feeling is required. What blocks us from that trivial misconception, is that the expansion of the universe (not the closest thing to it’s center), what else, blocks us from the nature of energy in soil which moves us into experience. No such thing such as group feeling. We are the transfer of energy from no relative discourse, rhetoric, or rationalization. The transferring of energy in an unknown variable, not knowledge, is the source to consider most intimately.
It is that type of noise which supplies ingenuity, not some piano Beethoven himself, played the instrumental melody. Melodies are simply trivial in-betweens of the mind, a clever disguise of truth in trivial misconception. That we cannot place thoughts in to a rational sequence of events from happening day to day to infinity.
Maybe, it is this energy of my personal space, that feels its running on empty most days. Nothing requires the center of the universe to second nature of untold events, which we cannot know of, but to relate human experience of unspecified conditioning. That the cradle of thoughts, as you lift yourself off your bed each morning, requires that you become an adult aware of a duality, solution to a cause, not to the bridge of humanity lost. Trivial misconception, made up of windows, doors, fabric, bills to be paid.
I hardly know of it.
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I also aim to think of myself, in terms of, an execution. That hardly as I walk blind, my romance, my romance is killing to provide itself with much desire. Much - much of that passion is evaded in almost 300 years of DNA which supplied my blood vessels, throughout a span of over 3000 years of ancient history. How on earth, can any one person I confront, even dare try to execute me on such grounds of moral upheaval. Only a fool would dare commit to that.
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I’ve never thought about my place in life, to a serious conjecture, because as far as my intelligence in everything else is concerned, it is non-existent to the bigger picture I frame reference to.
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This is the place I find myself best.
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Those things I cannot afford to lose most days, which no music can relate or reveal my better judgements to. Unlike the music those insist, carry meaning of their existence. Perhaps, it’s this the most important thing I’ve ever written?
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My appearance, rarely becomes an issue raised, if it is of sincerity. My untouched, earthly sincerity, that so many fear in spite of their own efforts. As a philosopher, many lack the respite to presume of it their inadequacies, which only harm themselves in a repetition of better arousal. That the limousine, carrying a coffin with their name. . .That vulnerable look into a heightened awareness of choices made, most days.
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What becomes more unusual, is the fear most anyone else would presume, if given the chance to produce from it. Those things you hardly make aware of yourself, that everyone else might see - without exception. Only I am unaware of it altogether.
I see this ability to write from a place of sudden interest, is of duality lost on every other living soul. They hardly are attune to the nature of thought, let alone the nature of duality. This is my philosophy on the most prepared level of language, that language will never defeat my internal dimension of fate.
Such thoughts of a unilateral kind, lack of affection, or intuition.
So the reality of such thoughts, find no comfort - most days. Most days, the average person can hardly deliberate it of themselves, therefore no archetype of duality may or not exist.
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I think in terms of this act of sincerity, this kind of thing which cannot be marginalized. It’s only aspect of survival might not interfere with the same beauty I am born to. A beauty I mentioned, is of 3000 years passing of DNA, to find it’s place in life living across the ocean from my birthright country of soil. I am not Portuguese in effect; I am a philosopher. . . Who one day will be known as that great Canadian philosopher.
It is hard not to think, about which of my ancestors - on my occasion of temperamental transference - not have created that assumption to a personal degree. It seems impossible to presume of it. Philosophy is a form of elitist sobriety, a form of cultural misguidance, where the most inopportune of souls have crashed into its mountain. Many for their worth, go through a great deal more to experience that. I on the other hand, have completely ignored the typicality of invention, through my own intervention of duty. My duty to defend the crown of Canadian citizenship, in spite of this lack of identity, the entire county seems fucked under.
What a tribute to think, my only aim in life was to prove how Canadian I am - so that many before me can trace back - then be proud I was Canadian born. It is a gift that many in this lifetime will never have the opportunity to present, yet, here am I doing it.
I’ve always mentioned how my dream in life, is to open a door, then enter the afterlife into the true place I call home, something I care to describe in its entirety without the scope of reasonable limitations.
In fact if this is true, I am already dancing to the beat of my own doing, that drum that beats loudly only to fade away like music lost in time.
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It is important to understand the reality present, of my own duality, toward an end which no one else in their mind - have any sight of whatsoever. Therefore, I know something they will never admit to seeing.
My problem with life most days, is the unilateral assumption, most people fail to think without. Most days, the affinity of life rests not on trivial misconceptions; it is this failure of a duality which divides the most self-informed individuals despite their ineffective short-comings, deployment of, defense mechanisms. I prefer to call them defenseless, defenseless mechanisms, which are not done by choice, but by chance agreements.
I happen to come from a family. A family of warriors, in the Latin context of survival. Somewhere, down that slippery slope of orifice, not the Americanized version, of post-modern Europe, because Europe has since owned America as the first world country it’s developed into under its own guidance. Not one French or English settler would ever embark on the royalty of argument, to displace this poorly fragmented monarchy of the North American Dream. In reality, the Europeans built a continent which cannot afford luxury, unless the European Nations allowed it to be so. That my friends is a fact that will never rest in the misconception of historical thought. You can quote Marco Almeida on that. No matter the fight to protect a National Identity, it is either a nationalist false identity, or it is a cop-out on the European interest of its own survival. Both the America’s (I.e. Canada/US) have no say in the matter, it’s history is a small context of the original; the great master-plan of Europe’s elite shaped this country. Something, I rather not equate with the Roman establishment of treatise and obligation, because in hindsight, there is no way that the Natives using bow-arrow constructed militia, were supposed to defeat the European forces. Not once, not even twice, the Aboriginals defeated Europe’s English/French forces multitude of times, while breeching the code of conduct Europe thought it had natural rights to. Just remember who told you that - in the form of a 220+pound Portuguese Gorilla. I have always dreamed of being myself. It just so happened, that I am able to determine that today - before anybody else thought they have so done, of course living under the false pretense, of diseased freedom. A European blueprint, we never thought twice about. Why?? Because sex sells today’s America, based on the glorification of fashionable reasons. The more fashionable; the less Che Guavara we’ve to deal with.
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I suppose it is an allowance of the sort, where I’ve filled my sincerity to the brink of mayhem. That place where we’ve divided into heaven or hell, both would be misconceptions of the real rarity behind truth. Therefore, when I say the truth about laws, are to reap the benefit of reward, must be lied about at all costs. So that these are lies, are also, Is (which) this consistent with the truth. That is to speak of truth, in terms of - strictly - lying behind what knowledge possessed would deliberately expose a persons defense of the truth. We in fact preside in a country filled with cross-cultural lies, we ourselves have no idea whatsoever how to differentiate the norms, which resulted in our symphony of lies. I’ve known that the truth is virtually trapped in a lie waiting to be confessed, unless that confession is ruthless, bitter, or angry at the world. Think about this next thought, meta-conjunctionally speaking, give me (for the sake of proposition, preposterous as it may seem to be, ) a random element of fighters. Now suppose this group consisted of Native American/ Portuguese (I.e. post-industrial revolution, which predates when the Native American woman and children were raped.)
Who do you think would win. . . Depositing no arms of weaponry simply smarts, cohesion, forces of nature?? My guarantee is one and only one - only. Take a guess if you - will.
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I take that as a challenging misconception, where most of my whereabouts, do not matter to any specific time, or image.
I ask myself - why have I been given such a pattern of thought processes with the manual language, that deciphers such cause/effect relationships buried beneath a tombstone lost??
I have no answer but intellect, my intellect, to feel the causes. We all have it.
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I cannot cause the best.
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As things are to happen as they would only emerge in no trivial sense.
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Now my beliefs, are as geared toward the self, as they are toward my own belief of the Gaelic way of life. Those traditions which equate with the Irish, those that fight for freedom in terms of orifice.
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I have always felt a connection deep within me, that I share, with the Irish of true relics. My spirit is of a fighting nature.
Built within that belief, can no longer attribute freedoms we have in today’s day and age. It is of a sincerity breeched, that my sincerity can only be denied on the outside world’s trivial misconceptions of time throughout history.
It is this kind of command of language which most anyone fears is worthy of thought, yet, the challenges remain equal next to as equal upon itself.
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Some would consider the evolutionary thesis, that Greek language somehow, cannot openly be miss-thought. How could one debunk the entire course, of human history, from which not only language, but the very present day are no longer based upon itself??
The answer is simply courteous, that within that construct of civilization, the Gaelic version of thought, could not diminish the same pretensions of Greeks during that time. Not one language pre-denounced the other. Therefore, no competition of thought over which could be attribute, to the natural causes of historical context.
My Gaelic ancestry simply, has no marginalized course of action, that the Greek’s could possibly deprive me of.
I choose to make this case in argument, in no casual sense of betrayal.
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To infer of the Gaelic, is to inform myself of a lost cause in the nature or my fluidity of language. That the atmosphere is my result of a once independent cause, that the Gaelic’s were reverently opposed to any misconception against it’s own language. The Gaelic resistance, against any kind of breech against it‘s language, was looked at as false, as a contempt to burn the time into ashes of criminal activity. (I.e. Greek warfare)
Not only were they able to fight the Greek onslaught of Roman Empire, the Gaelic’s fought with the same resistance. A resistance the Greek armies were incapable of surrendering to. Not even the French which later emerge as Napoleon would, copy the Greek military strategies of Julius Caesar.
The Gaelic tradition of warfare in no contempt of it’s own, is not condemnable by today’s standards of free speech.
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My inspiration as a novice character of choice (e.g. that of philosophy), is not myself in respect to my current idea‘s, it is one of Canadian identity, as opposed to the Americanization of English or French speaking Canada. The English/French history of this country, has been deformed since it’s inception of Louis Riel’s rebellion, which forever more shaped the divide of French opposition to English. A crime in itself. In reality as unspoken historical context of Riel’s rebellion emerged, the opposition to English speaking Canada is all that emerged, more due to the alienation of English speaking Canada to aboriginals, Riel’s vigilance completely went haywire in the contempt that English would entrust French speaking right-wingers.
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My preference is not one of revolution, as in much thought, that the revolution of a misconception of ideals have been falsely misrepresented in the course of our historical breech of conscious. Canada has lived in a false reality of the norms, for over 100 years now.
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My philosophy wearing my heart on my sleeve, speaks to me, in the same context of those who’ve changed over the course of history. That my extreme right-wing stance, has somehow developed into a case against, against the thought of European influx toward Canada’s Americanization of the developed world, post-modern Europe, post-industrial revolution.
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If I believe, that the presence of coalitions in criminal activity were plausible, I wouldn’t be presenting my thoughts against our present reality of it.
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Mag Bailey
Marco...I enjoyed reading this
I tried to post it on my wall so my friends could enjoy it too...it is STILL downloading?? been 5 minutes so far...maybe you can do it I really would like to share this...my favourite part..."over the past 24 hours nothing really happened other than my transference of energy into the ground"...good on ya mate:)
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