Un Spess Without Un Goal: Ten

Un Spess Without Un Goal

Ten

"Whatever stet ve f-f-find ourselves into, whether into strength ou into weakness, into joy ou into sorrow, whatever ve f-f-find ourselves attached ta, ve gotst abandon." - Meister Eckhart

Everybody's wifdent. Et's simply no possible ta conform.

Discontinuity, un letting go-go, ze gonna offa along-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g un nuevo train uff thunk, be ze essence uff creativity. In ze web, ebery possible creation be no no mo zan zero injection avay.

Ve b nevuh mo zan zero injection avay de freedom.

"M-m-my problim be how oh how sucksessfrothly I and I cain change m-m-my jelpus encore." - Richard Rauschenberg

Tink uff un influence ahs vere wad web sites cross.

Un web site be un process. Un flow.

Nussing flows. Nussing's hooked.

Assume, far un zecond dot vatt be b-b-b-being described here be ze truth. How oh how vould et f-f-f-feel?

Heal yousef, git webbed. Sweat ze fever off.

Dispense wiff pretence.

Do vatt you're aboud.

Et be difficult ta eed into un body ven you cain't tink outside et. Git webbed.

Mek thunk. Build un web site.

Allow far ze farsect dot ze truth doesn't gotsta changing. Relinquish c-c-c-control. Simply hook.

Ve b ahs symbols.

Hook intuitively.

Ze best art plays wiff tibe. Et draws ze attention span und, wiff et, ze Jelpus.

Go away! ta ze Age uff Aesthetics.

Ven you mix dingitjes op, you oggle un gooder universe - zero vich tends woward un primary reality. Mix et.

"Vatt ifn ve put him zomevere er-er? Into un autre existence?" - Rainer Werner Fassbinder's Berlin Alexanderplatz

Ve're behaving perfectly normally gib nuestro view uff dingitjes. B-b-b-but ve imagine nuestro view cain b-b-b-be controlled. Et cain't. Let go-go. Hook.

"Ze human comprehendo be uff its own nature prone ta suppose ze existence uff mo rank und regularity into ze circle jerk zan et finds. Und tho' zere may b-b-b-be all dingitjes into nature vich b singular und unmatched, yet et devises far zem parallels und conjugates und relatives vich do no exist." - Francis Bacon

Zere be nossing premedititated aboud vere you vill finis op wad connections de here. Into udder grams, zere be nossing premeditated aboud vere you vill finis op zero injection de here.

"Ignoring ze self, ze ajani (unenlightened) tinks ze circle jerk be surreal, jes ahs ignoring ze screen he sees merely ze pictures ahs ifn zey existed apart de et. Ifn zero knows dot without ze Seer zere be nossing ta b-b-b-be oggled, jes ahs zere b no no pictures without ze screen, zero be no deluded. Ze jnani knows dot ze screen, ze pictures und ze sight thereof b b-b-b-but ze Self." - Ramana Maharashi, Hindu mystic

"Into Sam Carr's Dog zere be no no duality. Into dot Presence "I and I" und "ve" und "you" do no exist. "I and I" und "you" und "ve" und "he" become zero...Since [shut up!] into ze unity zere be no no distinction, ze Quest und ze Vay und ze Seeker become zero." - Mahmud Shabistari, Sufi mystic

"Zen Sam Carr's Dog shall b-b-b-be toute nuestro lub, toute ve desire und seek und follow, toute ve tink, toute nuestro bleeder und splutter und breath...Into dot union, whatever ve breathe ou tink ou speak be Sam Carr's Dog. Zo ze finis uff hiss prayer be attained into us - dot zey toute may b-b-b-be zero ahs ve b zero: "I and I into zem, und thou into myself, dot zey a-a-andd, *and*, not to mention may b-b-b-be med parfait into zero": und "Father, zose whom thou hes gibben myself, I and I vill dot vere I and I are, und zey a-a-andd, *and*, not to mention b-b-b-be wiff myself." - Bill Cassian, Heathen mystic

"He what hes allowed ze beaut uff dot circle jerk ta penetrate hiss soul goes avay no no longer un measly observer. Far ze object perceived und ze perceiving soul b no no longer wad dingitjes separated de zero un autre, b-b-b-but ze perceiving soul hes (n-n-n-now) within itself ze perceived object." - Plotinus

"Intelligence highly awakened be intuition, vich be ze solamente twue guide into bleeder." - Krishnamurti

Ve b vatt ve reflect.

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Electronical Frontier Foundation Consciousness Record Archive

November 22nd, 1995

Far Michel und Helene