Reflections: Thoughts
Numbers, or the lack thereof, within the (from within). Cryptic writing is the chemical vestige of over-nothingness. When there is an excess of nothing, things can take a pretty bad turn. Like juggling, you know, the intangential concepts - what is the pull of it? Never knew that, I.
And then there is the symmetry of assymmetry. Or the order of chaos, whichever. In the rhythmic oscillation of the pendulum-- the primeval archetypes, that stuff that does not really Matter, and you're caught in the gossamer of daydreaming. The substance that lacks that very substance, a mere mention of the possibility of its existence. And even then it all becomes so clear and lucid. On a skewed scale, nothing (such absolute categories!) can outweigh the mathematical significance of the masses, integered.
What they say though is-- making me wonder,
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the ability to translate ideas into action. Concrete manifestations, but of what? Leadership, masses, dominance, tyranny, productivity. Crea-tivity. I can't see that.
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Numbers - have the power, so long as we choose to believe in them. What is beyond then?