all are based upon the all-too subtle vibration of particles that
irreversibly make up all of matter, and the same is just as true with
colors and sounds as with any other objects, even the subjective objects
that we are… linked as strings or chains, even consciousness on the
grander scale becomes like this, and all these “strands” are woven
together… as we grow and die, we capture the various pieces of
information that our own unique filtration systems are able to perceive
through the murky cluttered view of reality, and these bits and bytes
are data that our random access memory can incorporate into the living
understanding that we each are capable of becoming… as particles start,
they begin existence as ideas or memes in my theory, and gradually
incarnate as other humans that interact and learn from each other, and
maybe consciousness acts symbiotically through us, as the chills race
down our collective spines… thus further adapting and sending that
conscious experience outward to the other open receptors to collect, but
each individual filtering process becomes shaped by that early
experiential data that we all collect from the social machine that our
parents and grandparents have conformed to since its inception, these
are some of our starting ‘A’ influences… these strange particulates of
mass and volume can move at either the pattern which allows for a
greater opportunity in avoiding unnecessary collection by beings who
will dismiss those vital ‘emes’ of myriad purpose, adapting to a
selective and progressive course, or through the flexing and swaying
limbs of the random wave pattern… now almost everyone falls into the
latter category merely as a model because of a foolish certainty we have
come to feel we know it stands for inner clarity above everything else,
and even if that is to the exclusion of respect to other viewpoints,
how can anyone be expected to play these obnoxious mind games?… the
social circles seem to loop around and down the neck, at which time the
noose is pulled quite hard upwards in a jerking fashion as the head
tends to snap, and the neck breaks if the idiot trapped inside gets
lucky…
