I sort of raise this question what is indigenous and not indigenous. When tangibly there is something that makes you feel different, like a stimulant that you have taken, brings about this effect you could say that they effect ultimately came from a non indigenous source. If the same were true with respect to a stimulating mental source (and there are known sources for these), could we say the same with regards to something non indigenous that brought about that change.
Maybe I argue a moot point, and there really isn't so much disagreement on the notion, or exactly what is or is not true. If we found that some minds in a later future, were more receptive on certain neural channels, might it open up the possibility with respect to the notion that, however, crazy it sounded that something phenomenally strange existed about the world that had one seeming appearance that were nothing more than a projection by which we thought we understood it. I must admit I am not wholly professed to any furthered knowledge than you on these matters, and/or a given differentiation between indigenous nature and non indigenous nature, although I could offer that there are states of being should seem mixed in nature. At least one could admittedly state that our level of interaction with a given environment and nature as whole is described as one of flux and change, never exactly static. Then there are strange quantum mechanical properties of the human mind I imagine that should exist, and unfortunately, our understanding of this must seem like placing the largest wrench ever possible to change the at times smallest bolt that should exist in the mind tower. At least I would hope to say, you aren't as crazy as you think you are, you were just traumatized by something quite different relative to a previous state of existence that you had known that were completely different relatively so (something akin to existential culture shock), and your volume control unfortunately went out of whack for some reason.
Self reference here somewhere, its all the same by the convention I imagine that you lead, except having been told its a matter of the self, that you created something in mind, that your dreams alone were self reflection. Herein, someone is waiting with a vision, or at least you could truly differentiate a vision from a dream. A vision is not exactly like a dream, a vision is like seeing something more lucidly in a way, more like the rendering on a television screen, an image, and strangely enough of all things, this were a place that you never visited clearly before, or could think of, although as ordinary as the objects in the vision were, it should seem like something that weren't beyond self created mental imaging? And you were supposedly dreaming anyways, supposedly thinking you were asleep when you weren't exactly, but did it matter that a given dream were particularly more lucid than you might have expected, that you were a thousand or more miles from home, somewhere else. Its not all beyond the realm of one's control, or that for a given day, however, many times that you engaged in the trivialities for the sake of the saneness that the trivial supposedly brought in mind. The trivial has this sort of effect, maybe you were in a different world on Saturday and couldn't think of anything better to do than, sit alone on the Friday that happened the next day, trying to get your head around a given book. I find that losing myself in seemingly boring stuff seems to work in a way, it isn't boring more like puzzles, and I am thinking about this more intently, a sort of self inducement of another sort.
There is a sadness about it, yes, to convince oneself as to the degree of sanity or otherwise, that any step forward should bear reason about a given decision. Less reasonable to fear stepping outside, if formally an area is not declared at war or war torn, and you weren't clearly dodging sniper bullets, more reasonable to fear being without work, stuck in a bad situation of one sort or another, these sorts of situations weren't unlike being stuck or stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, maybe not as bad, but one is thinking to be moving forward in life, and progressively in stride. The sort of uncertainties or certainties aren't as trivial and would strike at the heart of one's reservation and caution, could it be possible to fear doing much simpler things in life? Obviously a more momentous going forward in life. You think of all the prior years that built into these sorts of things, and than you refer wisely back to that survival story about the tiger, and the tiger never looks back so much at a given history, not like Janus, that is written into the human psyche, the tiger is moving forward always, did the tiger stop to think about another that he knew a long time ago, I am still compelled to wonder? Memory is still part of our existence, it couldn't be entirely ignored, when we are accepting enough to think of it, and then thinking of this broken continuity, and waking up.
Then finding a way back from elsewhere, then back to listening to a little television maybe on an average given day, more reading, likely a walk maybe not, and all the other routines in life, and when darkness nears you were looking forward to the possibility of sleep as you generally had, but sleep at times could be slower in coming, an older mind that were settled about doing things in a fairly typical habit. One could resume the part about living 'normally' whatever this should mean, but at least living, at least living. These things brings about a conditioning by the way. The more that you survive by the essence of the conditions that seem sane enough to you relative to the previous condition of uncertainties that were de stabilizing your mind is a matter of self reinforcement. We suffer at times more so, and can be conditioned to higher levels of tolerances in suffering as sad as this should sound, if all the conditioning in an environment were provided to compensate...or I am thinking sadly of the crab in the pot sort of metaphor, but in time it seems nothing is the same, and there is always hope. It would seem despite anything else, all is better in another way at least for a given present.
Your guide, may not have wanted to scare you when saying did you really want to submit that paper, and I am not sure that pushing the publish button on my computer is the wisest of wisest things, or that at least you might be taking on a whole new series of responsibilities in time from it to say the least?! Of course, we are taught not to shrink from responsibility, to take a step back, but then we are within reason to try and manage things well enough for ourselves. Had you thought it could be easier to talk to a being that sounded like a child? But hopefully not someone horrible and awful sounding, I'd hope at least. Its sort of like this Contact movie, you'd be more comfortable talking with someone that were like your father?! But then they'd likely in good conscience admit they weren't your father but sounding like your father only to have you understand that it were to relax you...but it never works this perfectly I'd imagine, never this perfectly at all...and no an alien that appears dressed up as in a big fat Eagle costume only seems too over the top! I unfortunately wasn't treated so well at times, or at least it should seem a bit haphazard, like having dealt with all manner of elements, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I'd likely admit that I wouldn't know what to do if I were taken more seriously, likened as any other author of the same merits, or at least I am to wonder whether I pepper my writings unwittingly in the same ways that consign a given work to the same the fate of the blog in general, or that I have done myself in a way something of an internal favor, by having been to a degree not taken seriously, generally ignored. To seem insignificant but communicative to you, or that when you were frustrated when something of setback arose that you thought were not good for your life, may have been a protective blessing, or I say, I am not always sure how to judge circumstances, or as much as it sucks at times saying it, from seemingly difficult circumstances there may be a reason unknown to you for why something happened the way that it did. Ultimately I ended up back at a given home, and it were really for the better with a given terminus heading likely in the place that I had come from, but likely if I had been told something, I'd likely not have committed myself to the idea even if I said I were committed to it...or sometimes, internal decisions work these ways. I think its not such good times these days, it goes beyond you, and I alone...just not good times. I say this because things like the cold war, which I imagine, see I am forty and maybe you are around my age, but we scarcely knew the cold war in a way, knew the sociological effects of this, the sort of aftermath of it, what may have come about in time, the untold histories, or more often when having thought of the culmination of these sorts of fears they were like the nuclear family and their fallout shelter, but there's another side to all this sadly enough. Another side, which one would have thought were entirely suggestive...but then as a kid, I could only vaguely recall the notion of school prayer supposedly pushed in public education, while I attended a private religious education. I digress.
Something in me suffered a bit anyways, for a given set of travel sadly enough awhile back, or it wasn't me exactly experiencing an internal breakdown, like the inability to cope with a new environment, especially a noisier one, but internally someone very sensitive to environmental conditions, sort of reminds of a Benny and Joon bit.
Maybe I argue a moot point, and there really isn't so much disagreement on the notion, or exactly what is or is not true. If we found that some minds in a later future, were more receptive on certain neural channels, might it open up the possibility with respect to the notion that, however, crazy it sounded that something phenomenally strange existed about the world that had one seeming appearance that were nothing more than a projection by which we thought we understood it. I must admit I am not wholly professed to any furthered knowledge than you on these matters, and/or a given differentiation between indigenous nature and non indigenous nature, although I could offer that there are states of being should seem mixed in nature. At least one could admittedly state that our level of interaction with a given environment and nature as whole is described as one of flux and change, never exactly static. Then there are strange quantum mechanical properties of the human mind I imagine that should exist, and unfortunately, our understanding of this must seem like placing the largest wrench ever possible to change the at times smallest bolt that should exist in the mind tower. At least I would hope to say, you aren't as crazy as you think you are, you were just traumatized by something quite different relative to a previous state of existence that you had known that were completely different relatively so (something akin to existential culture shock), and your volume control unfortunately went out of whack for some reason.
Self reference here somewhere, its all the same by the convention I imagine that you lead, except having been told its a matter of the self, that you created something in mind, that your dreams alone were self reflection. Herein, someone is waiting with a vision, or at least you could truly differentiate a vision from a dream. A vision is not exactly like a dream, a vision is like seeing something more lucidly in a way, more like the rendering on a television screen, an image, and strangely enough of all things, this were a place that you never visited clearly before, or could think of, although as ordinary as the objects in the vision were, it should seem like something that weren't beyond self created mental imaging? And you were supposedly dreaming anyways, supposedly thinking you were asleep when you weren't exactly, but did it matter that a given dream were particularly more lucid than you might have expected, that you were a thousand or more miles from home, somewhere else. Its not all beyond the realm of one's control, or that for a given day, however, many times that you engaged in the trivialities for the sake of the saneness that the trivial supposedly brought in mind. The trivial has this sort of effect, maybe you were in a different world on Saturday and couldn't think of anything better to do than, sit alone on the Friday that happened the next day, trying to get your head around a given book. I find that losing myself in seemingly boring stuff seems to work in a way, it isn't boring more like puzzles, and I am thinking about this more intently, a sort of self inducement of another sort.
There is a sadness about it, yes, to convince oneself as to the degree of sanity or otherwise, that any step forward should bear reason about a given decision. Less reasonable to fear stepping outside, if formally an area is not declared at war or war torn, and you weren't clearly dodging sniper bullets, more reasonable to fear being without work, stuck in a bad situation of one sort or another, these sorts of situations weren't unlike being stuck or stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, maybe not as bad, but one is thinking to be moving forward in life, and progressively in stride. The sort of uncertainties or certainties aren't as trivial and would strike at the heart of one's reservation and caution, could it be possible to fear doing much simpler things in life? Obviously a more momentous going forward in life. You think of all the prior years that built into these sorts of things, and than you refer wisely back to that survival story about the tiger, and the tiger never looks back so much at a given history, not like Janus, that is written into the human psyche, the tiger is moving forward always, did the tiger stop to think about another that he knew a long time ago, I am still compelled to wonder? Memory is still part of our existence, it couldn't be entirely ignored, when we are accepting enough to think of it, and then thinking of this broken continuity, and waking up.
Then finding a way back from elsewhere, then back to listening to a little television maybe on an average given day, more reading, likely a walk maybe not, and all the other routines in life, and when darkness nears you were looking forward to the possibility of sleep as you generally had, but sleep at times could be slower in coming, an older mind that were settled about doing things in a fairly typical habit. One could resume the part about living 'normally' whatever this should mean, but at least living, at least living. These things brings about a conditioning by the way. The more that you survive by the essence of the conditions that seem sane enough to you relative to the previous condition of uncertainties that were de stabilizing your mind is a matter of self reinforcement. We suffer at times more so, and can be conditioned to higher levels of tolerances in suffering as sad as this should sound, if all the conditioning in an environment were provided to compensate...or I am thinking sadly of the crab in the pot sort of metaphor, but in time it seems nothing is the same, and there is always hope. It would seem despite anything else, all is better in another way at least for a given present.
Your guide, may not have wanted to scare you when saying did you really want to submit that paper, and I am not sure that pushing the publish button on my computer is the wisest of wisest things, or that at least you might be taking on a whole new series of responsibilities in time from it to say the least?! Of course, we are taught not to shrink from responsibility, to take a step back, but then we are within reason to try and manage things well enough for ourselves. Had you thought it could be easier to talk to a being that sounded like a child? But hopefully not someone horrible and awful sounding, I'd hope at least. Its sort of like this Contact movie, you'd be more comfortable talking with someone that were like your father?! But then they'd likely in good conscience admit they weren't your father but sounding like your father only to have you understand that it were to relax you...but it never works this perfectly I'd imagine, never this perfectly at all...and no an alien that appears dressed up as in a big fat Eagle costume only seems too over the top! I unfortunately wasn't treated so well at times, or at least it should seem a bit haphazard, like having dealt with all manner of elements, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I'd likely admit that I wouldn't know what to do if I were taken more seriously, likened as any other author of the same merits, or at least I am to wonder whether I pepper my writings unwittingly in the same ways that consign a given work to the same the fate of the blog in general, or that I have done myself in a way something of an internal favor, by having been to a degree not taken seriously, generally ignored. To seem insignificant but communicative to you, or that when you were frustrated when something of setback arose that you thought were not good for your life, may have been a protective blessing, or I say, I am not always sure how to judge circumstances, or as much as it sucks at times saying it, from seemingly difficult circumstances there may be a reason unknown to you for why something happened the way that it did. Ultimately I ended up back at a given home, and it were really for the better with a given terminus heading likely in the place that I had come from, but likely if I had been told something, I'd likely not have committed myself to the idea even if I said I were committed to it...or sometimes, internal decisions work these ways. I think its not such good times these days, it goes beyond you, and I alone...just not good times. I say this because things like the cold war, which I imagine, see I am forty and maybe you are around my age, but we scarcely knew the cold war in a way, knew the sociological effects of this, the sort of aftermath of it, what may have come about in time, the untold histories, or more often when having thought of the culmination of these sorts of fears they were like the nuclear family and their fallout shelter, but there's another side to all this sadly enough. Another side, which one would have thought were entirely suggestive...but then as a kid, I could only vaguely recall the notion of school prayer supposedly pushed in public education, while I attended a private religious education. I digress.
Something in me suffered a bit anyways, for a given set of travel sadly enough awhile back, or it wasn't me exactly experiencing an internal breakdown, like the inability to cope with a new environment, especially a noisier one, but internally someone very sensitive to environmental conditions, sort of reminds of a Benny and Joon bit.
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