Fortifications Under a Barren Sentiment

There comes a time when it's too silly, or simple, or formulaic to just drive carefully through the confines of a narrow perspective.

So-so-sew much changes when there's another present self rumbling past idiosyncrasies.

This is why we can't be nice things.

-----Subject details a series of non-events in the personal landscape of a psychotic episode wherein images, lies, and confusion blur into a cacophony of experiential doubt.---

So one day you're driving down the road carrying a mad smile and a an exogenic migraine sensation that you're just not FUCKING having. Can't be helped, you reach up and remove it, the energetic form of it, like a thorn in your head. But you can't just remove it because it'll come right back, so you transform it into a mental image of a Paradox Spirit of rust moving 'backwards' through the rear-view mirror saying your name. And you forget about it.

And then one night much later, though perhaps in the exact spot you imagined it into being, it shows up.

-----Subject has no appreciation for subtlety. Or patience. -----

That kind of thing just doesn't happen. But neither do you usually see a Gray working as low-key security/authentication device at the local Walmart.

That was the same day all the people you follow on twitter for the humor seemed to be talking deep-covert sense instead of making bad jokes.

-----Subject seems aloof when not directly examining mental distortions. Recommend a full and thorough debriefing at the earliest possible opportunity.-----


Don't gather lotus on Wednesdays. Someone get this fool less coffee.

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A Moment of Respite

New View found a bit of time to respite in the moment, having dredged through an erudite treatise on the nature of god and the existence of evil, having found the philosophical back and forth without much clarity, though not without inspiration.

Learned Scholars seem to too caught up in defining the extent nature of words from a sort of shallow superconscious view of ego, without taking a moment to frame the question in terms of self and other (which can be as small as self and tool (mechanical, artistic, sensory, etc), and blown out into self and everything in experience and beyond (micro-other ------ macro-other) With an infinite variation of scope between them. So taking it from the perspective of a...............

As NV's philosopher began to play with the shiny ideas of well heeled gentlemen, the real thing took a moment to do what it does. nothin' wrong with thinking, but when doin's gotta be, gotta do it.

><><><><>< Vision of things shiftin' , the Umbral rolling of the veil unfolding, a moment of the uncanny white-rainbow color that only can be seein' from the mind's eye formed as a circle emanating from the mind's eye itself swirled and dropped into the drain of the swirling abyss behind the eyes, feelin' a drop of some cold liquid drip in the bowls of the so-call body, the ever-commenting voice of uncertainty pull's a Spock out the right-sided voice, and for a moment, adrift ... Some Kinda Self is informed that a parcel has arrived at the door, but finds instead what NV thought was the delivery man in the side room, the Laptop Gallery, and comes to realize that this entity itself is the delivery. With a benevolence and caution held in equal regard, NV reaches out, right handed, to welcome the stranger.

Brown duster coat and hat, short reddish-blonde hair, light blue eyes, the smallest dabble of a mustache, and a look of hesitant uncertainty, but after a pause, bloke takes the offered hand {should be said, NV's vision was not able to see the hand outstretched in welcome, and the stranger's hand reaching out reached under the limits of the third eye clarity window -- the contact point unseen}

Though NV never felt hand-to-hand contact, slowly the entity faded from view, leaving an burnt-umber spot in it's place. NV was a little puzzled by this, but as the vision closed.. ><><><><><

NV not only felt the vision close, but some undeniable sense of an inward rushing sensation. So taking a moment to pause and let whatever just happened sink in............ NV realized there was a guest in this preposterous experience of self along for the ride? Who knows. No human words describe the interchange between self and other as composite, but just that sense of knowing, feeling, thinking, being that comes from it.

NV considers that {not shown above} since the philosopher worked out how the appearance of evil doesn't really contradict the existence one way or the other of God, it's probably the case the if anyone's to be told of this experience, chances are good they'd say NV's already punched his ticket on the train to hell.

NV shrugged and considered that even the devil ought to make an interesting experience of self and other. While relying on what some would call faith, that where-ever this journey might lead, whatever one might consider to be God is along for the ride too.