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Ya know, June, being emotional about with whom I care to be bothered is a pretty strong cognitive signal above and beyond the extended rationales of what and why
Hank, You've come to my way of thinking that the many aren't ready for those who go beyond the group or social support-group mindset. They got a lot more long rows to hoe before they see, let alone comprehend, the futility of vanity they are about..
Speaking of, June, that'S double-edged sword for us!
It DOES cut both ways, Hank. We can be just as guilty of sharing 'our pearls' to the Deaf, the Dumb, the Blind in that same waste of energy.. It's a culling.. You see flashes of the sublime in the mundane though they have only a partial, vague, and opaque grasp in their certainty of non-ambiguity DOGMAS..
Yeah, they still see some material, mortal-ego attachment to their convictions. They haven't come to the conclusion of being just a speck of a component, equal to the most insignificant form in their own ego-realm. The dramas of righteousness, indignation, and even fascination are just passing scenes and props in a larger drama. And for us, it is a winnowing, a purging, a culling to have a focus that narrows itself down to the most essentials of relevancy and which let's pass, 'Laisse passer dans notre reconnaissance', that which is just the vibratory noise and spectacle of the times. From that noise and spectacle we discern the spectrum and its discrete effects that provide on-going inspiration and motivation for what still needs to be done, after the wave of noise and spectacle has washed over and passed us
Hank, we are immersed in the full vicissitudes of those moments that are so passionately asorbed by the body and minds of our soul. We are the acted upon before we become the actors realizing the significance of that phenomenal thread that has been sewn into our emotional experience. We are as much in control as a leaf carried on the currents of a stream. Only the fortuity of other outcroppings that divert or hold up our path provide a momentary stasis and inertial illusion of stability before we are sent onward to fates and destinies about which we can only guess.
For sure, June. Only the accountability to the duties required of us from what we have empirically determined as imperatives of rectitude. It remains no matter who or what sentments are afforded to those of our passing sentiments. Thus, those of our passing sentiments are, in retrospect, metaphors and learning-props rather than obsessions of extended relationships. Ideally, a relationship that is so fortuitously parallel in purpose and mission, as well as sentimental would be the rare, discreet exception.
And, Hank, NOT the mediocrity of compromised focus that distracts the focus and dilutes the intensity, as we accomodate our energies entertaining tangent and whimsical ideas given as some self-flattery of our collegiality.
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