Have a heart folks, in the space of the mind is it devoid of thought, like a rapturous empiric (solipsism, experience). If a person projects a moving experience to the people about ... will they get angry as if abstract truth was expressed? Is that moving emotional? Hard people hate such things and the though of letting go even when caressing but not quite getting a grasp of an infinite perception ... an abstract wisdom in a mortal field. "I am" a jealous go'de if you don't get to understand me. It'll bug yah.

Is the sol a state of mine'd imbedded in an unreal space within physical being ... like a pool of stored wisdom that we fear sharing? Is that a state of mind in a hard pool to approach, under the sculling place, where one can stir the supernatural fantasies?

In the field of reverse psychology: if the devil gets your sol, does some sort of idealism grasp your mind and spirit? Upend that with a stir inimaginary space ... esse no flake at all! E-motive projection!

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Can a person truly have freedom of religion when Pi-us population all around tells you your going to eL, shuol, Nerve-Anna, Sheba, black out, or any other of the symbols of Godly rest as if running aground in your spiritual vessel? Wahl it up da-mitt, the hand of God is a real rest, if yah believe in ultimate wisdom, completely covered in th’ ought … nothing!

It’s enough to worry a saint … probably the reason creation put man here and “aL” the ghosts of what ain’t elsewhere, what some call … ether, an unknown place! Now in Hebrew Qei is a simple inqui-Eire, a question about what’s not known … like how, when, where, why, what and who. When you discover “who Dun Nite;” in the darkness … you probably find the wee devil … sense of awareness. Then Q, is also a diminutive of Ф, a symbol of Greek phi, love, loue, or a lower tier of passion, at the base of all emotions, like a spark, inna shadowy space. Did you know that “aL” is an ancient symbol for initializing Light, starting a fire, like a bun in the oven … halve baked bred, in a hemispherical projection … halve the well-rounded story? Unbridled that Horace is just lust … one hot doggie in the expression of some grumpy old men left a lieu in the pas eon  …divined adieu, whetted emotions!

Can one question the primal symbol of the medium of mind being water … 70% of the physical body or more … neigh 80-20 roués … edict, decreed as none can hold it? Like Eros in a wilderness! What David shot over Jonathan’s head, beautiful aphorism, fore runner of the metaphor of sol … light if you wish not to arrest as heavy matter in Einstein’s relativistic terms. Then what does Pius ness know about infinite change … like me … near nothing? Is that humbling, or humiliating ontology? It don’t know … fore shores … but there seems to be spark there somewhere. Now Egyptian priests used salt to draw all the tiers out of a man along with other fluids … does that fix the man, or just make for dry humours … one ole‘I saac of hi’s kyn sans whine? It seems a good way to place an absolute authority. The reason I would prefer to be a leader and not an authority … it allows for a wandering spirit when enlightened … like reverse process of the sublimed, subliminal humours to the limits of ridiculous. Common folk (Pagans) might as well get used to it … our population seems to be infected with authority, absolutes … they don’t have to think … they believe they know it all. I just don’t know … you know, understand any of that sort of Ptolemy … extreme politics!

One can compare it to an itchy calling, sheltered mind, or b’itchy Kol in Heh bruin ‘ills … the ochre just below le Ba non, empty sol that has not one idiom of desire. You have to start with a rub of a scratch-beginning to set a pyre. The magi of the fire carrier (in bier) … he can start a flame with the simple caress, rub of two pieces of a tri … together. Take them apart when it starts smoke’n and the fire goes out. Possibly the reason for the old adage: “Where there’s smoke’n açhes … there’ll be a fire given half an Eire (akin/ach’n to mine’d) if you dig into the meaning of the simple symbols we call words. They transmit, transcend a fiery image if you’re not afraid of the meaning in a hate full (sane’) whorl’d of inertia, that doesn’t know how to stop what it started; there fore the ultimate truth … the unspoken word in a purely creative environment. How far can it go in a mortal space? The funny deire … a buck stops … hear, here!

A mortal must have a small bit of reverence and respect for the whole thing or you may be ensnarled in it forever! Is that the trappings of lo-vai, vei, or reciprocal form vaiL’d, a mere echo, or reflection? You must be very familiar with the dark well of ink … the sea of words is near endless and the average man uses only 6oo of them. Can you imagine an expert on the roué of words, when they are evolving so quickly, you would think of the shadow crossing Casa Blanca (Casab LAN Ca) is the fruit, spirit of the local area network. It is known as Llanos, the power of the land will overcome you, with the multitude of wee people that you bred blindly for cheap labour and canon fodder, the making of whor for profit. What does it profit a man to gain the whole earth if it is just dirt without thought or a care? Is there a question about God-Love not being in the dirt? Then why do things raise out of it when well watered, and distributed with untouchables, fecund, Shiite, Irish gob Shiite … and all sorts of crap when not properly cultivated with food, shelter, fabric, health and education. What have we made in its absence … ‘elle of a communistic state in the shadow of democracy? Perhaps eL’s ID ain’t so bad for 2 outa 3!

One has to wonder about the unbound spirit of New Hampshire (neu vogue dark /ham at the edge) as a hard fruit to follow without some reservations and reverence for the other. Did I tell you that Ham was the old word for dark, shadow etc.? And then shiyr is an archaic form for the edge, horizon, or rim the Rime of the ancient mêrè inner … a hard fruit to swallow poem a’ granite state with no softness of heart or mind for flexibility for the other, provides for a perfect reactionary force … New Tun Eon era! He was one hard nut.

“Give Me Freedom or Give Me Death!” Shadow of Masada is a difficult act for the pure mortal to follow. Is there some give and take in the infinite sense of flexible individual choice: all the physical, or the shimmering dirt on the metaphysical sol? Ides a golden thingy, like a shekel’s reflection, malleable; Eve in the space of the ring of sol Amman Song, a receiver, vessel; Grail?

Have we done well at copying and multiplying whor as flowing idealism ... aura's that just simple idiom .. ideism?