Working The Fields By Full Moon

"What defines 'kinds'?"

"Those with the key to the Abyss are a kind."

"Where does one get the key to The Abyss?"

"The key of the Abyss is held in the Abyss."

"A man was born in The Abyss, one must imagine. A man can locate the key. ~For the kind of rivers sailed there are treacherous; in time they never cease~ It is dangerous to go alone, give a man The Word. The Word is the key is his word is the key to his domain is the abyss. I'm sorry my love, there was no other way."

"Psh. What's it to me? DNA my letters three, deoxyribonucleic acid my entry fee. If kinds it be and kinds I see, then kinds'd kinda always look like me... right?" 

A lonely architect playing with Legos. "Whatcha makin'?" A potter pondering, the clay cries out "If dust is a thing, isn't a man already an idol?" A stone scooches over along the ground "Yeah!" Googley eyes a googling. In the mirror mouth conveys: "If true for vessel, what of hand? Who am I to ask such a thing of God? The LORD returns, replying from the storm."

"Blood in my veins."

"You're already the voice inside my head."

"It has a ring to it."

"I am a man burgeoning with Faith."

"I did not just say that."

Paths diverge and synchronize, and rung after rung might be felt between. A bit disorienting, but I know The Word I was given, and my word sets this stage. With a *SNAP*, a shake, and a press I remember the alignment black/white, et al. I know what is real, for me. I can see it with my eyes, I can feel it with my heart, and I have ears to hear (to this very day). Reality even has a smell to it, and memory links with smell as well as with the lack thereof. 

"Whether a man is an idol or not would depend here on the exogenous/endogenous nature of 'dust' from the perspective of the starting awareness or perhaps 'omniscient awareness,' actually, likely yes, Aleph Tav Echad perspective adversarially indicates these would diverge."

"If dust and breath are each 'from' God and/or 'of God', this is simply a rearrangement, nothing new. 'Sky' or the 'Heaven(s)' was not called 'good,' but a separation. 'Darkness' too was submitted, label omitted, joy veiled past what could be reached. God alone is 'good.' How are co-domains titled here?"

"Very good had been used very very often."

I produce a coin. Sometimes it helps me think, this act of spinning a plate (symbolically) externally rather than internally; I hope no one minds.

"If complexity is retained in the interaction then it is an agreed upon arrangement in the field, a dimension added. Some might say an utterance, others a thought."

"So if dust was had but 'more' was desired, likely something to sink your teeth into outside of the 'very' tree, then might something be used in dust's stead?"

"The evil one is not of God."

"Let's take that as an agreed upon assumption, as I cannot recall the verse right now, but that whisper is a loud one. Vault the sky, let light of this world be comprehended, organically."

"We can reshape, well, more like rearrange, that which is stage and that which is sky, if agreed, such that, even if the evil one is not known precisely, by position, field, what have you, a substitute can be used and assumed to be distributed. Let's imagine that substitute "is not "God alone,'" so is not good ~so is not not the evil one~ from original perspective(~), and let's call it 'sand.'"

"Now sand exists in Creation, but we cannot certainly say that you and I would analyze sand the same way, that we would interact with it similarly. Fortunately I have a realm that you have no inherent access to, and I invite you to it, though consider lack of response to be no wound. In that realm I assume that sand is sand as you see it, fundamentally, which naturally means that what encodes how that sand exists differs from the sand I am familiar with by day as well, if you and I differ in any way. If you agree to "enter" that realm, we have a place we can agree."

A divergence: "When did the A Team become real?"

*skitterslither*

"When? This would occur from each perspective in a staggered fashion. Truth be told we are all marked, indelibly; awareness marks itself. Beast partitioning was meant as a kindness, a way to maintain a system over its alloted time, to thresh and sift to find a crossroads in the data: "Abort?" It reads:

Isiah 66:9

Do I bring to the moment of birth

    and not give delivery?” says the Lord.

“Do I close up the womb

    when I bring to delivery?” says your God.

Was I incorrect in my imaging? Elohim? Elohayik? You will be judged by each idle word, right? Regardless, these agree and it is so. So much more could be said but it is late. Perhaps tomorrow these bips will coordinate into a more cohesive story. "Good night my love."

*Full Freeform Consciousness**Processing**

"Why?"