Within my view, admittedly restricted in many ways, I get a glimpse, that
the only really real philosophy happening today is Rene
it is about that old ordinarily odd ambience, the encircling of something
which could be called 'truth' if, apositionally, there were not so much
gross innocence in the slimey squirmings of the many all too many innocent
and not so innocent truth callers therein, those utilitarians of the
mystical, they (the Right-Born ones) who are the closest to that relaxment
of an all too strenous grasping via that appendage of the weak visional
mind allwhile as their soiled hands hand off its burdens to facile feel
good kill the bastards blendings of 'the word'.
rising far above all of the withering writhers of thoughts and their
consequences, it seems that of all those semantorists who are writing today
about the unfit pitiful olympiad contenders in Life's worlding games today,
it is Rene seems to have the best undergrasping of the cinematic stagings
below the surface of that undergrounded part of existence which we
'seemingly' are all the be-of
or to say, the salvation of earth's wrinkled and increasingly
splotched-by-disease skin, a surface so very very overapothecaried, may
depend on a One who must come and be recognized as THAT One.
perhaps he needs to write another 'mein kampf', one that radically inspires
a few billion or three of all those 'gods grubby little traveling money
changers' to change values inwardly, to rid the earths skin of the holy
external sanatoriumummified lies of their holy liars
are there any other worlding game thinkers today who have any chance to
[L]earn the rite[s] necessary to construct their very own very personal
very tiny molehills out of impersonably high and completely indifferent
mountains
Every THING today is so - so - - -
well, uno,
"oh miss?"
Kenneth
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