So many worlds apart divides, divisions...thinking about this in the context of an absurd space, that much that should be known of a world were relegated to the confines of a few miles in general, and more likely to the space of a room, or a collection of rooms at best. If your dreams were preoccupied by living space and dwelling, it seems more likely resulting from a life experience of it?
Again reflexively thinking of absurdity here, like you could be on a plane for nowhere maybe if you scrapped the cash together, and articulated some crazy plan, like flying to the Baffin Islands just for the thrill of the idea, no less in winter time, with less gear in tote, you were learning some other tongue, for another time and place, or for the idea of being a little more at kinship to the neolithic ancestors, but this idea you reasoned more so at forty given among other ideas were displaced to the fact, that would have one putting the idea off, even if there should be anything of preventable obligations otherwise. The idea should seem as far fetched as sixteen year old that would spend the course of several months alone in that wilderness, talking to himself like a crazed lonely lunatic while gliding away on cross country skis ferrying what could be thousands of pounds of gear by cross country skis over at least a traverse of a hundred kilometers both ways, and then to make matters worse, the idea that one should repeat this only for the suffering of a big icy several thousand foot shield, but it is at least the idea, and so in to the rhythms of doing something, one should find oneself, forgetting about really how insane existence really should be in that absurd space one existed. Here I've absurdly enough in the lap of luxury contemplate notions vague and distant, as it were strangely enough arriving.
Then the only concept absurdly enough is the experience that one should have before it, and this assimilated in the manner I were doing this same thing in some other time and place. Here one well reasons even if the background and scenery changes at least functions may be applied in a similar manner, and then comes this mindset with it, moving as it were without sinking into the place. I am not sure that one in a lifetime really invests oneself likely into really knowing beyond this absurd functioning a given space. At least if you hadn't felt strange enough not being in the space that you would preside in for the time and space that were allocated for you in that way, you'd find yourself feeling strange, maybe uncomfortable, euphoric, unhappy or anything else, on a whim, finding existential sadness for the better part of the world that functioned exactly the way that one would have functioned in a given space, moving about the doldrums, the horse latitudes were supposedly given this name as in mid life crisis, were much should be stagnant, the dead weight of livestock imposing the notion to lighten the load of the vessel, I leave off on this bit of digression, this were neither a cue to conveniences of any sort, or that generally one should find anything so circumstantially life or death on this matter, at least as to the 'calms of cancer', or crabs that would nip at your heels.
And to this end, neither looking clearly for any resumes, for the better part of a given time frame, absurdly if you felt preoccupied by the circumstance of life and death, while strangely enough people should seem generally unfettered by it, it is what one should gather of life at times, at least discordant existence is always there, generally if you consulted with the psychologists, more so it seems possible the concurrence might be how to look beyond irrational thoughts, unless you were legitimate to such a view (e.g., terminal illness, or happenstance, coming from a war torn area of the world, or having been a victim in some way). In time though, as it seems in passing, even there, one could imagine, outside of cultivated worlds, understandings between these places of dis chord might not be so well merged, as the momentum of silence were building to enshroud all of this. Letting this pass, how in managing, other then supposedly managing, or supposedly anything of accomplishment, and for all accomplishment, there should seem only a vague notion of others reflected at times in the others interests and views it should seem, that weren't agreed upon together, as in the culture that were amassed over the thousands of years, and hundreds in forming to any number of ideas that weren't to the ownership outside a given concentric space, not that anything should be wrong with this, but that it shouldn't seem odd or unnatural, until one had noticed this strangely enough, its hard to imagine a world turned inside out being so well conditioned to the expectations that one might have accumulated in time of it, and here so conforming to it a self projection as in how it should be perceived, at least very limited to the space of one's self perception. Harder to imagine, that beyond this projected surface exterior sense of things, all should seem completely dis similar, and, however, tenuous alike, and essentially one wonders, this leading into the next absurd chorus which serves into the repetition of things past. It seems lurking somewhere, enough for the time being, yes very well into the life that you'd known, only if it were sane enough being there relative to another state.
Again reflexively thinking of absurdity here, like you could be on a plane for nowhere maybe if you scrapped the cash together, and articulated some crazy plan, like flying to the Baffin Islands just for the thrill of the idea, no less in winter time, with less gear in tote, you were learning some other tongue, for another time and place, or for the idea of being a little more at kinship to the neolithic ancestors, but this idea you reasoned more so at forty given among other ideas were displaced to the fact, that would have one putting the idea off, even if there should be anything of preventable obligations otherwise. The idea should seem as far fetched as sixteen year old that would spend the course of several months alone in that wilderness, talking to himself like a crazed lonely lunatic while gliding away on cross country skis ferrying what could be thousands of pounds of gear by cross country skis over at least a traverse of a hundred kilometers both ways, and then to make matters worse, the idea that one should repeat this only for the suffering of a big icy several thousand foot shield, but it is at least the idea, and so in to the rhythms of doing something, one should find oneself, forgetting about really how insane existence really should be in that absurd space one existed. Here I've absurdly enough in the lap of luxury contemplate notions vague and distant, as it were strangely enough arriving.
Then the only concept absurdly enough is the experience that one should have before it, and this assimilated in the manner I were doing this same thing in some other time and place. Here one well reasons even if the background and scenery changes at least functions may be applied in a similar manner, and then comes this mindset with it, moving as it were without sinking into the place. I am not sure that one in a lifetime really invests oneself likely into really knowing beyond this absurd functioning a given space. At least if you hadn't felt strange enough not being in the space that you would preside in for the time and space that were allocated for you in that way, you'd find yourself feeling strange, maybe uncomfortable, euphoric, unhappy or anything else, on a whim, finding existential sadness for the better part of the world that functioned exactly the way that one would have functioned in a given space, moving about the doldrums, the horse latitudes were supposedly given this name as in mid life crisis, were much should be stagnant, the dead weight of livestock imposing the notion to lighten the load of the vessel, I leave off on this bit of digression, this were neither a cue to conveniences of any sort, or that generally one should find anything so circumstantially life or death on this matter, at least as to the 'calms of cancer', or crabs that would nip at your heels.
And to this end, neither looking clearly for any resumes, for the better part of a given time frame, absurdly if you felt preoccupied by the circumstance of life and death, while strangely enough people should seem generally unfettered by it, it is what one should gather of life at times, at least discordant existence is always there, generally if you consulted with the psychologists, more so it seems possible the concurrence might be how to look beyond irrational thoughts, unless you were legitimate to such a view (e.g., terminal illness, or happenstance, coming from a war torn area of the world, or having been a victim in some way). In time though, as it seems in passing, even there, one could imagine, outside of cultivated worlds, understandings between these places of dis chord might not be so well merged, as the momentum of silence were building to enshroud all of this. Letting this pass, how in managing, other then supposedly managing, or supposedly anything of accomplishment, and for all accomplishment, there should seem only a vague notion of others reflected at times in the others interests and views it should seem, that weren't agreed upon together, as in the culture that were amassed over the thousands of years, and hundreds in forming to any number of ideas that weren't to the ownership outside a given concentric space, not that anything should be wrong with this, but that it shouldn't seem odd or unnatural, until one had noticed this strangely enough, its hard to imagine a world turned inside out being so well conditioned to the expectations that one might have accumulated in time of it, and here so conforming to it a self projection as in how it should be perceived, at least very limited to the space of one's self perception. Harder to imagine, that beyond this projected surface exterior sense of things, all should seem completely dis similar, and, however, tenuous alike, and essentially one wonders, this leading into the next absurd chorus which serves into the repetition of things past. It seems lurking somewhere, enough for the time being, yes very well into the life that you'd known, only if it were sane enough being there relative to another state.
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