WaterBuoy
Doesn't the Hypothisis of Empty Space Drive M'n?
Posted on: 07/18/2009 08:36
Some of you stoic sorts have to excuse my sense of Eumerous when it comes to the sea of word ... like a crucible of ink ... black smithing in metaphor? Is God a word of great expanse an groan? WEBSTER lists some 153,000 and states there is over 600,000 to chose from! Is that desert from the outside aspect?
What do we know with a vocabulary of near nothing? It boggles my mind what we don't know and yet the echoes of people who seem to know it all make me giggle in the dark ... please excuse my ignorance ... if I knew something of the X-Pan'seive nature of without (san?) perhaps I wouldn't probe with silly creations, but IT is funny what ID turns up ... is that alle' gorical sod o'my? Now that would have to make one stop and think about a supposedly infinite collection of God's breathed word that somehow has been self-curtailed by it's own roues! Could that be arresting lightly ... Bath'SheBa ... m'n aura ... the surroundings of man ... a covenant a real coverup as a good lye ... a moes in' gnawing feeling that there's a spark th' Ire! Silver threads and golden needles ... unseen bindings?
I'll soon leave and go round the corner and burst out ... like Sam Clements JR ... a bright son of who? The rumours of what ...
Git out ov'ID ... there's no end, creation a' mused likes a silly creation ... it has gone on for a long time with many changes ... I was once ... o'never mind!
‘Os’Tiye ’ve Crossings?
Perhaps host of powerful intercessions, incidents in unseen spatial dimensions …
Shiyr ignorance of the whole binding thing …
Sometimes drive’san isolated bean to distractions …
The Love of curio sities, a’ penne treating th’ought?
Then one has to know that çity is an old Heb word for chaos, j’rue slam, genteel no’ …
Green doer incident in Cyrillic (Russian) it is a Mir image of ‘s elphe unguent …
Mons-trous beginning a swelling, trout Eris in …
Mons, from nowhere, or nothing, or phe’haþs you just don’t …
Want/need to know the cause of, phoqah up in heaven …
That was timely myth, “before” your time of implosion on the scene!
And you don’t wish to see, or hear the source of your mother’s screams …
That in the back of mind some how’s reciprocated into pure gravid …
Attraction for the wee chit, becoming widget, witchIT!
Now does a m’n like potential, or post test yah’aL’ve being outside …
A horse (Mir’m) surround as Kar Ayre (veil’d Kauris)?
(where eM-is-the host of paradigm, silent majority of what’s happened)
Do we hate the intellectual basis of the so-La …
Conned summing effort, St. itch of myth, perhaps a faerë ache …
What’s ‘beyon’ d’ us-T?
D’ nail of Love is the oddest thing …
Since the beginning, knowing pushes emotion aside into ether space …
Like onyx, you can’t pin it down … O’Nick’s I eve the devil!
In Heb it is the dark Ness of the Ayin …
Or the head of a piercing vision!
That allows you to see the source of your emotions …
That never mortally happens …
A’M’N: never wanted to observe ‘s primal passions …
The ID before ‘s time of creative activity …
A moe th’ Eire fluttering in an instant of …
Prior space to knowing what was to become o’fIT, epi lept psi?
Data transience to Rae nude theatre, Theban’d bea’neu act!
That is only halve the story …
Like butte not as’s Phi (Ф) ness…
Sigh (Ψ) that’s after the opening act …
O’ sole’n ewe heart of the story …
Painful, fuzzy conversion?
Where no one learns anything about the other side of the eph antes …
Without the pain of a metaphorical crossing’T, deire Lam!
Is there always residual of the difficult feeling in the offspring?
I often wonder about the 21st let Eire of the Hebrew al phè beit:
Shin (ש), a leg up on the midst of the hollow …
That is also known as sin, pedagogue Eire …
Perhaps because the old phoqah (Pagans, common) …
Have scene IT go bi ‘n numinous spatial mode called mind!
(sum de nail ’s common place)
Fore those who never got IT all together in this dimension!
But you should get mêrè for quanta of chance to cultivate taste …
That many would sooner destroy!
Thus entry of protagonist on the scene, lagging isolation, A’M’N!
Dunne’tology, medium, foreth end of story, a’ newt wind, le gassy?
To know the kiss of the infinite, or remain knowing no thing …
Pure emotion is faere un-X-Pan dead ah phè bet’:
Quantum creation required, Light, K’rist sobeit: sub straight (fou’n daz IO’n)!
A’ olé place of mind?
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