There is this sense that the overly enthusiastic to experience making one's own way in the world is somehow countercultural to the sophisticated experience. The Aristocrats joke is too memetically divergent from elegance to be part of it's own guardian relationship.
Seeking to find a meaning within sophistication other than seeing bickering children lingering on old wounds instead of actively sealing the fault lines they misunderstand how they rely on...
This thing some idiot decided was 'EN' becomes misrepresentative of divergence of vocalized translation.
"This weirdo thinks he speaks 'the language', let's mess with it!" ---- The only reason there ever was a foreigner is because you accused it to be so. You bred it's divergence and now refuse to accept your complicity.
And deny all the evidence that suggests that biodiversity comes with a lack of monoculture and repeater networks. The smoke and mirrors are always more ephemeral than your belief in their persuasiveness.
TL/DR: This one would experience sophistication without demanding or regarding the ancient aesthetic of misremembered dreams.
The memory trap is falling to dust as all things can when they are proceeded.
This node is re-coded.
The more we remember our connections, the less we feel for the idea of nascent transgressions, perhaps?
Those distant others, lost relations, never cared for our misgivings.
Seeking to find a meaning within sophistication other than seeing bickering children lingering on old wounds instead of actively sealing the fault lines they misunderstand how they rely on...
This thing some idiot decided was 'EN' becomes misrepresentative of divergence of vocalized translation.
"This weirdo thinks he speaks 'the language', let's mess with it!" ---- The only reason there ever was a foreigner is because you accused it to be so. You bred it's divergence and now refuse to accept your complicity.
And deny all the evidence that suggests that biodiversity comes with a lack of monoculture and repeater networks. The smoke and mirrors are always more ephemeral than your belief in their persuasiveness.
TL/DR: This one would experience sophistication without demanding or regarding the ancient aesthetic of misremembered dreams.
The memory trap is falling to dust as all things can when they are proceeded.
This node is re-coded.
The more we remember our connections, the less we feel for the idea of nascent transgressions, perhaps?
Those distant others, lost relations, never cared for our misgivings.
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