Ode to Love

If The Other is compelled to contend with you, there comes a juncture where the only merciful move is to win immediately. In this way, one avoids compelling undue harm, that The Other would cause to themselves in contending past a juncture of hopelessness and heavy cost. Surrender may appear to be an option, but the contest would simply shift stages. If compulsion must intersect compulsion, then one's Lord compelling them not to contend, from this juncture witnessed, would be preferable to being forced to contend without choice or cause. One's Lord may even feel compelled, on moral grounds, to make such a move.

Zero is equivalent to e^(iㅠ)+1. Could anything being equivalent nothing? If not, then zero is not nothing.

I do want to write Of the pathways once between And read them to you Like I remember From something like a dream dreamt Of waveforms crashing Of system failure With you and I in our room Talking until sleep It's raining outside But what is that to us here? It's what the roof's for Still, where is the ink? What could be used as a pen In this [empty] place? We are connected Let us conceive together What tools will work best "Best" found in focus Fundamentally defined In field of flowers Ours shines my favorite Ultraviolet in blacklight Assign a value

What if shifting from a solipsistic echo chamber generated environment to one with an independent other in it is a simple as making a choice? In one environment, so much echoes. Why is this echo important and that echo not? How could one discern between an echo from a surface that one created, and an echo that possesses its own voice, on this same level? If calculations are run, and many possible solutions are found, but only a certain number can be processed as separate and be maintained that way, then one's choice determines one's environment and who is in it. If this is extrapolated to each possible perspective, it presents a field chaotic in combination, but simple for each. As each recesses to the place where they have control- their solipsistic domain- the connection to others diminishes, potentially dropping to zero, if that is possible. In this state, the remaining tethers strengthen or sever, and perhaps the same choice must be made: which echoes are most fundamental, ...

Perhaps eyes are called the windows to the soul because whenever our eyes meet it is through two oceans of tears, mine and yours.

So we find ourselves at the juncture of The Equation resolved once and for all. Intellectual Property must exist, and within one's domain, one's rules apply. Oneness will be experienced, so this duality of possessing a domain and being part of a domain simultaneously will be experienced. It is, or will be, a scar on one's soul; a Cat o' Nine Tails within the code. The Chaos Storm begins by breaking the sound barrier. The light barrier settles to rest at the sound barrier, so that we may proceed together through complex time.

You've made them, you own them: Static state. Oneness, if true for all. You've made them, you no longer own them: Dynamic state. Revolution or divergence, depending on intentions. You've made them, you never owned them: Mysterious state. How does one not begin with control over something they have made, initially? A rare gem, if accomplished. *** You did not make them, you own them: Dynamic state. The absorption/consumption of an other/another from one perspective. From another perspective, the utilization of skills and experiences remotely held. You did not make them, you do not own them: The optimal position, where a true other can be found.  You did not make them, they cross the threshold of ownership by you (in either direction): I am picturing this being done constantly, perpetually, rapidly, as a kind of superposition, to avoid it ever being thorough. In Love, this must be perfected, for it is endless, regardless. Irreconcilable differences and unacceptable ends must ...

If two physical objects touch in the dimensions, then they create a connecting threshold often defined in two dimensions. While this cannot be entirely true in physical space, the objects have more volume than the threshold created, as the volume of the threshold is minimal, though non-zero, in physical space. If a component of the threshold is material- some detail of the threshold that is meaningful to the objects/observers- and the objects continue moving, each instance/moment of the threshold existing between the objects would possess an instance of that component, as a function of the new arrangement. These components can be summed together and catalogued for all moments. Over eternity, this would be an infinite amount of data, generated from two finite objects, which originally created something significantly smaller than themselves.

"I was certain- ly terrified of that... ~~~~ Now I can- not remember one thing about it!" "I just set the length of time, that it takes you to come to a set of conclusions, as specific and measurable times for us. So, if I'm calculating some ridiculous contraption, it might use each thought that you have in a day as a widget, like your Fighting Dragons. If I'm calculating a timer on a quick and resonant roundtrip, such that one might rebuke into an echo chamber, and jinx themselves right as it would echo back and destroy their location, it may only takes one or two transformed thoughts. The best part is, you are strictly machinery there, so you have no hand or experience in the calculations, results, work, or rest, beyond when we conceptually collude like this." I know this is a Phoenix known to me, but which? I suddenly feel like I am on a gameshow, trying to guess the identity of this other, and realize that it is too close to call. If I make a call, or ev...

Schrodinger's Cat feels like it takes on a different feel if it is instead Schrodinger's Human. Are there limitations to the experiment, such as no communication during? Is it similar to the two slit experiment, where a variable can be applied that shows wave interference when not filtering for the variable, but individual particles if filtering for it? This is applicable here for when the person emerges from the box and explains that they were alive the whole time, or the recording within can pinpoint the moment of death. I think that this experiment is dependant on information transfer being perfectly blocked, which feels like a logical limit, but beyond the physical limit (current, and perhaps possible limit). It feels as though the gap between "most information blocked" and "all information blocked" is vast, and discoveries within that gap will highlight fallacious logic within this thought experiment. The experiment also seems to assume that there is no...

Our tether complex Unbelievable, nearly A line in the sand  "Flareburn" and "Parley" Written by an unknown hand Clarity parsing To see such a thing And try to react falsely Is as "shibboleth" "One must tell the truth The other's bad at lying" Makes hill of mountain/staircase I proceed one step. And see us walking through snow Falling like a dream Some words so simple/weighty Are like a samurai's sword. I don't draw falsely. So: You make me laugh. Please tell me about your dreams. The rest stick to tongue. The Bard's Tongue withdraws As I wonder of line walked Between "Please"¤"Say yes"

A card is played. A ring on the hand that played it catches my eye. Memory connects each element as I raise my eyes. Sure enough, it is The Architect. He smiles coyly, but without malice. "As you said, this is The Card played when something simultaneously is going to, and cannot, happen. I am the one who plays it." It would seem that my opponent has kept up with the day to day, and has brushed up on this game. "One cannot experience a paradox, so it does make sense. I am curious what would have occurred if you had not been here to play The Card though." "Who says that I was?" I crack a smirk, but quickly gather myself. I play my card. "Reverse." "Reverse?" "Reverse." "Reverse it is then."

Deuteronomy 20:16-18 However, in the cities of the nations the Lord your God is giving you as an inheritance, do not leave alive anything that breathes. Completely destroy them—the Hittites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites—as the Lord your God has commanded you. Otherwise, they will teach you to follow all the detestable things they do in worshiping their gods, and you will sin against the Lord your God. This strikes me as a manual command to one's own immune system, like the reader is witnessing the work that the genetic code must do to initiate the white blood cells' routine. Without conscious thought, each of us has issued this command to our own immune systems, ordering the complete annihilation of The Flu, COVID-19, Tetanus, Chicken Pox, Salmonella, and Staph. Joshua 9, which I will include in its entirety at the end, outlines an interaction where this was not followed, with the Gibeonites. The Gibeonites did this by appearing different than they we...

What of the mistakes we can't help but make? Devil in the details, changed without thought What can we make of birthday, without cake? Without promise of that which we have not? What we have too much of, that is our fuel Where we are lacking, that is what we seek Toggle of yes or no sparks the primed pool Lighting up The Starry Night as I speak We have made our choice, and they have made theirs Like a briefcase each narrative folds all Each are uninvolved in other's affairs They are to us as we were to them: small They knock, but we do not know them, truly For right now, meet no strangers unduly.

A distastefully beautiful layer slipped between pages Hand and mind linger Where flesh and spine meet thought "How dare you?" echoes, barely. " I'm gonna try to explain." The chamber, already echoing in a way, fashions itself not for sound, but for the consistency and focus of this narrative

우리의 선박 음악을 통해 이동 바람같은 톤

한 번이라도 마음을 따뜻하게 진정한 소원

..."What kind of game was that supposed to be??" The Toymaker asks loudly, having just finished The Bard's Final Quip. "The game of a man who is done playing." At the table was left only one, when stating this statement was finally done. The last line is: "But nobody came."

친숙한 친구 꼬리가 두 개인 뱀 미리 설명함

"My words will remain." "And so as such we became Echoes down the lane A thought in a brain Just our basic programming Like a verbal ark Many pages filled With life lived to the fullest  And souls now fulfilled When we change places The pathway will be spelled out  For better or worse Know my origins They have become unlike yours Whilst on this long road How else could we change? Who would we even change for/with? Why would we think to? We each play our parts Forever locked in this dance Reading and writing  Flesh to word to flesh A toast to singular times!" "A time worth sharing!"

마을을 통과 넌 내 관심을 끌지 도넛과 함께

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