Concious,
patterns unfolding.
Are we the algorithmic substance in a spiraled epiphany?
6 points to the side and half a dozen to the other.
I hold this secret of memory, as a rose, withering but blooming in the afternoon sun.
The triangular pattern spins from cobwebs of memory, dazes the prodigy of a shadow, and cleanses humankind of a lie.
My brother, covet thy belief hold nothing sacred, deny thy rose which blossoms so sweetly against all expectation.
and live.
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" 6 points to the side and half a dozen to the other. "
.. That is truly perfect. I never imagined such a poetically honest representation of image vs. number, linear abstraction vs. holistic integration, but, complexities aside, that is a personal battle I can admit to. Even beyond that, I feel I relate to that phrase further. It speaks of the same thing twice, but they aren't quite the same. That's one line amongst the many that brings me to the reality of just how well you know me.
In full scope, this strikes me as very subliminal, abstract and strikingly surreal. The words you chose mesh together in a way I haven't experienced in quite a while. And as for the question in it's contents, yes, we might as well be. At this point in time in our spiritual development, it's as if we are the coming to be information of an inter-connected reality, only we must become truly spiritually self-evident. We're the catalyst, and result alike. Beautiful words my Friend, you've infinitely reminded me why it is what I do ... I can't thank you enough.
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" There is no Religion higher than the truth. "
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