The unspoken I write, the loneliness. This is possible because I'm not part of the unit, because I separated from the others to gain experience. It is a different form of evolution, though it remains the same. Evolution: adaptation. Two similar individuals are separated, and the environment around them changes. After thousands of years are reunited, but they are different, they are rehabilitated. Intelligence: Evolution.
These beings, a magical day of contemplation that could be heaven or reflection, were aware of its existence, of himself, and had a rehabilitation. Separation: intelligence: evolution. Now the experience is not processed by the mother's intelligence that makes the body absorb the surroundings. Now the specimen seeks to adapt the environment (and fear) to their needs. Separation: solitude. Loneliness sets a level of experience much more productive. Intelligence: communication.
words are not mine. Adding the self implied: I say that words are not mine, nor letters, nor thought nor myself. I'm just a craftsman who works through analogies. There are no communication barriers, only the consensus culture, symbolic community. To understand, analogémonos. Symbol: drive. Say rose, red rose among thorns. The red rose among thorns discolored. The lips, the woman, blood, life, where life is born. Where death begins.
No single words, there is no artistic failure, there is consensus. Culture: blackmail. The separation we dislike, separation makes us an ego, separation makes us individuals, only Dionisio us together once again to frolic, delirious, turn to the whole, to the mother's intelligence. Culture: drive: Delirium: happiness. Happiness is art. Dionisio is art. The instrumentation human, manufactured in the dreamy delirium. A drunken super heat that consumes us. Again, the dreamers awake dependent frenzy. Orgasm: life. Dream ...
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