how much of thinking we encounter is actually
prejudiced automation thinking?
i'd say a lot of it begins within the confines
of the reflex dynamic -
no one can really experience a form
of thinking that's both
reflective (non-thought)
and also non-reflexive -
it's inevitable to experience reflexive
cognition - i encounter it quiet frequently:
most notably when standing before a mirror -
it's not that i stand before a mirror
and find myself narcissistically self-absorbed /
self-conscious... i just find the whole
encounter: a tad bit weird...
i look at myself in the mirror as
would Frankenstein...
i never contemplate the analogy:
that a god made man,
in his own image...
no...
i gravitate toward the David Argument...
from the alien franchise Prometheus...
i am a Frankenstein fascination...
i have come to the conclusion
that before i could craft a god,
i would first have to craft pseudo gods
to keep me motivated in order to overcome
them... to craft false gods in order
to find the one true god...
the hebrews never had this problem...
they were just fickle concerning whether
their transcend experience should be
shared among the peoples of the world...
but there's thinking in-itself (cogitans per se) -
the usual digestion and regurgitation
of pedagogy, pub trivia,
narratives that never play
the plot or character study of protagonists
or cameo characters...
as there is reflective "thinking"
(i.e. not thinking, appealing to an
uninterrupted traffic of the senses)
as there's reflexive "thinking":
this is the ugliest form -
you encounter it as the herr zensor analogy...
you have the freedom to speak...
but this freedom... this grand freedom
is much more than a freedom...
this freedom is the freedom that
is given the authority to recognize
the reflexive cognition of man...
the automated man,
the tickling robotic fetish canvas to:
attempt to escape the prison
of the head: in order to forge another
prison via the constantly waggling tongue...
i've encountered so many prejudices
in my mind...
none of them a self-contained
example to be worth giving...
innocent or otherwise the biologically
ontological bias?
i think the latter...
after all: aren't we living in a
hyper-evaluated atheistic materialism?
- why wouldn't i be working from
the geometry of a trinity, the greek delta?
there are three tiers of thinking...
if Freud could pull off the ego, superego, id...
the conscious - a consciousness,
(object) (subject) -
the definite article in english refers to an objects...
the indefinite article in english refers to a subject...
strict grammatical constructs:
no amount of trans-activism will relay these
rules...
subconsciousness: a- / the- -ism
take your pick... the subconscious...
alias and quasi-fatherhood figure for
the alt. disney industry of dreams...
the unconscious:
beside the obvious... there's something
quietly being specified!
a man on the moon did not end up
curing lunacy...
freudian psychology is like
metaphysics... imaginary fractions of the sigma
that can be explored on imaginary terms
within the confines of
a safe environment: like dreams
while awake, as opposed to drug induced
hallucination while wide-awake...
but there are three tiers of conscious-thinking...
there's the reflective-thinking...
memory: grand master: bruce lee karate king...
there's thinking-per-se:
solving a sudoku puzzle...
geographic orientation...
shuffling through witty remarks
while drinking alcohol and attempting to
get laid...
as there's also the reflexive-thinking...
what is reflexive-thinking?
this is why h'americans conjured up
oratio libertas...
it's staggering how the concept became raped...
or, rather... how the concept of oratio libertas
became corrupted...
(déjà vu moment -
i could swear this is where memory
and dream become siamese -
i am receptive of a memory of a dream -
i can see this having been written in a dream
worth the temporal scale of now -
and a past)....
reflexive thinking is the worst kind
of thinking: it's not even thinking -
h'americans "think" their oratio libertas
is their escape card from having to
be responsible about thinking...
again: what is thought is being written...
while what is said... is what was written,
what was thought, but something that requires
reading... which is neither the thought,
or what instigated writing "it"...
oratio libertas:
it's not the freedom to say what the hell
you want: you can think it!
that's the trouble with reflexive-thinking...
you need to master an aspect-critique,
a censor-personification -
so much of our thinking doesn't deserve
to be said...
there's so much of thinking that
deserves recycling,
there's so much of thinking that can
become worthwhile mince...
why wouldn't anyone tire of this sort of liberty -
should this "liberty" become such a tirade:
such a bothersome freedom?
i can't imagine any other freedom under
these skies to be of equal worth but also
of equal inconvenience to have to defend -
esp. for those who cannot grasp
the pedantry it originates from...
best exemplified? the audience taken
by george III...
paul giamatti playing john adams...
standing before the oddity of george III...
pomp & circumstance my dear fellows...
hardly any need for pride & prejudice...
why bother with a jane austen upon
the banknote... when mary shelley...
would have done... just, just... fine!
ah! that glorious impromptu of a king standing
beside his throne...
being, the king, but playing the role...
of a non-, king...
tell me... how does
a chamaleon bask in the glories of the sun
for a suntan: what aura - what hue
does he chose to... settle for...
a sizzling butter effect?!
that bogus bigotry of the pompous
pride of h'america...
to succumb to the audacity in
claiming: that foreign women should serve
as vessels of furthered male
h'american genetics:
of those undigested sexual farces they might
call: timid economics of the leisure
of the soul.
would there ever be a counter Xerxes
by the given George III crescendo?!
- have i lost the "plot"...
or am i to be harangued by some "other"
imposing matter of concern beside:
i will not play the minotaur-ego
in a labyrinth of psychoanalysis -
i will not concern myself with dreams:
given that i am to encounter the sort of people
who would rather dream awake
in the hofmann lab....
away from the safe confines of sleep...
i can see three tiers of consciousness -
perhaps even more -
thinking is but one faculty -
imagination another - memory:
the cameo cinema...
but within thought:
thinking per se -
reflective thinking -
and reflexive thinking -
that being said: to spot an "übermensch":
one has to experience the: überdenken -
oratio libertas (freedom of speech)
is a liberty medium -
that succumb to a concensus -
not everything that is said:
is worth saying -
since everything that is thought
needs to be thought to allow
the reflexive ontology of thought per se
to be allowed its gravitational
pull of the ego: the pristine audience
grandiosity... where a pawn
might be worth a king!
but this seems to have been lost...

oratio libertas is... is...
where is cogito libertas?!
is it anywhere, "anywhere" to
be found?!
such a freedom, given,
but not minding the consequences...
there are consequences:
writing ≠ speaking -
writing = reading = thinking:
subsequently = speaking....
writing = res extensa of
res cogitans...
i entertain voyeurism: first...
regurgitating pundits: last...
no, not 2nd... last!

could journalism ever survive
journalistic porno of tabloid?
well..............................................................
n'ah... it could survive a Hiroshima,
but the leeches amounted
to stage their communist manifestos...
am i the sole "victim" of bound
to a life in england who said:
shoot me first, before i visit h'america...
i'll visit h'america:
speaking out of an english asshole
when i ride a floating tricycle
to that godforsaken posit of an orbit
of a geological curiosity...

well hello me!
i assimilated! i have the sort of prejudices
associated with an englishman
circa 1900...

i have the encountered the contra-Freud
cartesian fraction schematic of consciousness
relating thought in its transcendent
focus to the remnants of automated
biology...
there's no "i" in brain...
there's no "i" in either kidneys, heart,
or liver!
so... dismebodied as i am...
the missing part of me that states
contras to the sigma of automation?
soul... ah... see: magically evaporated!

atheism is as boorish
as claiming: vanguard christianity
was ever supposed to be, or become...

i have come across the reflexive-cogito...
no, not the cogito ergo sum...
that statement is either too bland
or too non-intrusive...
no wonder a subconsciousness
and the unconscious had to play a role...

everyone is a stubborn anti-believer
in the reflexive-cogito...
i've been many things having
to experience the reflexive ontology of thought...
ontology: that's pushing it...
the reflexive nature of being of thought...
or perhaps:
the reflexive nature off being of thought /
the reflexive nature of being off thought...
sudoku: conjunction, n'est ce pas?!

i'm still bothered about this grand, freedom:
oratio libertas...
wasn't a concept of the freedom
of thought a precedent?
why defend the speech of idiotic
meme generators?
i thank you for the effort:
you read what i wrote, what i wrote
i didn't succumb to speak...
what i wrote i treat as an extension
of what i thought, what i think:
i do not speal, and never will...

cannot the internet
exchange of verbiage succumb to
the imaginary take on telepathy?
the internet, thus suggested...
succumb to a hive-simulation?
it can all become a hive
simulation:
i wrote - but i didn't speak...
i wrote... because i had to offer
res cogitans a res extensa parameter of
semblance...
this could become a telepathic
medium...

oratio libertas: is to speak what has
to be made a necessity of not thinking...
oratio libertas: to speak what cannot be thought...
yet, today? so much of what is said?
it doesn't deserve a freedom of speech:
it deserves a freedom to write,
but it doesn't deserve a freedom to be heard...
it deserves a relay: a delayed fathom
via the writ manifest...
i am already tired of
attempting to make sacrosanct the oratio libertas
a universal right of every man...
i would never stoop so low
as to make every idiot speak:
in order for that one genius
to hear: fuck all!
it's a liberty, sure...
a liberty that also requires some sort
of delayed-pleasure frivolity...
if only these oratio libertas pundits...
these gladiators... were drunk...
when gratifying themselves with such
noble topics of interest...
but all of them are sober!
all of them! are! sober!
i'd frankly not listen to these
freedom of speech crusaders...
here's to the ambiance mantra
of music within the confines of
replicating the sound of a tibetan refrigerator
mumbo-jumbo vibrating: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
sound.