All things are to be considered equal, and as is the case of a source for wisdom, was there ever a limit set that wisdom - if worse came to worse - were a source granted. Unfortunately, for some of us - we never get past the part there being wisdom albeit a kind of geometry of the senses, you ask what is that smell, my instincts told me so. Can you see the smell, no I cannot, can you hear the smell, no I cannot, can you taste the smell, no - but I wish I could, can you touch the smell, no. Then what is the problem, you've answered all the questions correctly. For the most part, we can tell which of the five sense is most devoid of reason, perhaps smell would be the correct one to choose above all the other less senses - if we can rank the senses in such order - smell would come out on top. But really, we have no consensus on this matter, and impervious to diplomacy or democratic invention, smell would have to be nominated as an unofficial winner, but in accepting the silent treatment as the favorite.
Smell in this case reminds me of many things that resemble well with displeasure, or distaste of such things we otherwise would not be able to recognize. Smell, in fact is candid - so candid in fact - it regulates or recognizes disguised smells of what pleasure we could experience. Perhaps, smell is an antidote for reason from which we gather our specific intuition in the neutral manner that dreams become nightmares.
If smell were so ever present in our understanding of the universe, then so too would habit or nature impose such things as if to say, there is an absence of something though I'm not sure what, but I am unaware of it now, actually, the smell is what's missing, or is it me that is missing from the sense we've made a part of. Now, someone could tell that smell were missing a grave for death's funeral.
Habits were made with the sense of smell - in combination with the problem. I use my sense of smell to provide me with solution, but really, - yes really. Then fine, tell me the problem for which there is no solution to fix it, the problem has to arise after the solution is given. Are you sure. Yes - that is the way it works. Then you are telling me there is no problem - no, I am telling you that there is no solution that there is a problem. Now that makes sense.
I have always found a problem with smell, whereas false friends were trying to steal it from me, the scoundrels, I agree. The trace of smell lingers from a time when all I gave off was a smell so grascious, that it attracted many different kinds of fragrance, though what happened became a problem for which there was no solution. So there was a problem, yes - yes there was a problem. Instead, the smell became obvious to a point they were pretending to have a sense of smell for anything, not even solution, then the solution became simple. What is the problem. Precisely. Which is what became of the evolution of smell in its history over time. Correct. Smell detected the problem and it became the solution. Brilliant analogy fox-worthy. Such a hound are you to speak of sense.
There is one other problem though, which is what, which is before you go to bed, tell me bedtime stories. About what, bed time stories are lullaby's for children they are made. Of course, but I want a bed time story about teachers, why is that, because teachers lack in sense of everything known to man, and smell to them became obsolete. That is a crime against humanity. I think so, too.
Smell in this case reminds me of many things that resemble well with displeasure, or distaste of such things we otherwise would not be able to recognize. Smell, in fact is candid - so candid in fact - it regulates or recognizes disguised smells of what pleasure we could experience. Perhaps, smell is an antidote for reason from which we gather our specific intuition in the neutral manner that dreams become nightmares.
If smell were so ever present in our understanding of the universe, then so too would habit or nature impose such things as if to say, there is an absence of something though I'm not sure what, but I am unaware of it now, actually, the smell is what's missing, or is it me that is missing from the sense we've made a part of. Now, someone could tell that smell were missing a grave for death's funeral.
Habits were made with the sense of smell - in combination with the problem. I use my sense of smell to provide me with solution, but really, - yes really. Then fine, tell me the problem for which there is no solution to fix it, the problem has to arise after the solution is given. Are you sure. Yes - that is the way it works. Then you are telling me there is no problem - no, I am telling you that there is no solution that there is a problem. Now that makes sense.
I have always found a problem with smell, whereas false friends were trying to steal it from me, the scoundrels, I agree. The trace of smell lingers from a time when all I gave off was a smell so grascious, that it attracted many different kinds of fragrance, though what happened became a problem for which there was no solution. So there was a problem, yes - yes there was a problem. Instead, the smell became obvious to a point they were pretending to have a sense of smell for anything, not even solution, then the solution became simple. What is the problem. Precisely. Which is what became of the evolution of smell in its history over time. Correct. Smell detected the problem and it became the solution. Brilliant analogy fox-worthy. Such a hound are you to speak of sense.
There is one other problem though, which is what, which is before you go to bed, tell me bedtime stories. About what, bed time stories are lullaby's for children they are made. Of course, but I want a bed time story about teachers, why is that, because teachers lack in sense of everything known to man, and smell to them became obsolete. That is a crime against humanity. I think so, too.
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