What is it coherence and decoherence?
Or imagine, that along a given path, the Universe, there were at any given time an infinite variation of possible universes. In likely an infinite number, I had died already. In a infinite other variation, I hadn't died. But coinciding here, or coinciding in an infinite number of possible pathways, I happen to be alive for the sake of the path existing in the first place. Though inevitably from another perspective it is always such that one resides in Universe and not Multiverse which leads to another point...what is reality? Or more exactly it seems in all those given infinities each and everything is making something up that could very well be desired in a way, but it is all given to some level irresponsibility or responsibility alike? Inevitably one should imagine this leads to nothing else is relevant but first and foremost in so far as desire and thinking...hmm... anyways.
For now what seems to suit me apparently is that I on such given winter day am pressing key strokes in a given peaceful warm house.
So in one fictional account, it seems like unless I have garbled this version, one character goes onto witness any countless depressive episode after another but decides eventually in settling into one particular place (which is just along one infinitely microscopic timeline)...the aftermath for some reason in the vein of sci fi horror is always the same which is in building the viewership class.
Or imagine, that along a given path, the Universe, there were at any given time an infinite variation of possible universes. In likely an infinite number, I had died already. In a infinite other variation, I hadn't died. But coinciding here, or coinciding in an infinite number of possible pathways, I happen to be alive for the sake of the path existing in the first place. Though inevitably from another perspective it is always such that one resides in Universe and not Multiverse which leads to another point...what is reality? Or more exactly it seems in all those given infinities each and everything is making something up that could very well be desired in a way, but it is all given to some level irresponsibility or responsibility alike? Inevitably one should imagine this leads to nothing else is relevant but first and foremost in so far as desire and thinking...hmm... anyways.
For now what seems to suit me apparently is that I on such given winter day am pressing key strokes in a given peaceful warm house.
So in one fictional account, it seems like unless I have garbled this version, one character goes onto witness any countless depressive episode after another but decides eventually in settling into one particular place (which is just along one infinitely microscopic timeline)...the aftermath for some reason in the vein of sci fi horror is always the same which is in building the viewership class.
Roundabout, this might lead one to ask at least from the seemingly limited perspective view...
What is the point, of the point, of the point, .... (ad infinitum)?
The knee jerk reaction is that in any variation, as I have discerned it, at least self consistent in principle to the notion of any self consistent organization apparently any relation to non violation of conservation of mass, energy, and apparently whatever organizational method having existed by these rules however conforming to the notion of memory, principality of actions seem to be unchanging in some manner of speaking...hmm...leads to something else thought of in mind, as if the externalization of the world were given from a thought projecting mind, dissolution comes of this when reactions are neither so fitting or at least seemingly so. Maybe a rare moment here or two until there seems to be little pay off, or merely fitting to the notion that there could be something more purposeful in resuming the world turning. There is a point? So one may have well reached some venerable notion which is in having become decayed resonance...nothing is wrong with this, of course, it suits me. The occasional resurrection of bad material that went nowhere in the first place and ends as likely all the same, seem to speak of all the same bad resource. All ends more modestly though which is where something from nothing having surfaced and having vanished all the same ends, so many had attempted create something from nothing and merely live lives in the exploitation of these principles, creating something from nothing....one should gather, a polite reply...
What is the point, of the point, of the point, .... (ad infinitum)?
The knee jerk reaction is that in any variation, as I have discerned it, at least self consistent in principle to the notion of any self consistent organization apparently any relation to non violation of conservation of mass, energy, and apparently whatever organizational method having existed by these rules however conforming to the notion of memory, principality of actions seem to be unchanging in some manner of speaking...hmm...leads to something else thought of in mind, as if the externalization of the world were given from a thought projecting mind, dissolution comes of this when reactions are neither so fitting or at least seemingly so. Maybe a rare moment here or two until there seems to be little pay off, or merely fitting to the notion that there could be something more purposeful in resuming the world turning. There is a point? So one may have well reached some venerable notion which is in having become decayed resonance...nothing is wrong with this, of course, it suits me. The occasional resurrection of bad material that went nowhere in the first place and ends as likely all the same, seem to speak of all the same bad resource. All ends more modestly though which is where something from nothing having surfaced and having vanished all the same ends, so many had attempted create something from nothing and merely live lives in the exploitation of these principles, creating something from nothing....one should gather, a polite reply...
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