The mind-made body


The largest trades

can be

gamed

— to no one.


while

just around the last bend,

he ripped everything up to

start over again.

a cry expressing an appeal for divine help.

This tariff on your soul

for a culpable nirvana

hosanna, a mantra,

no one repeats

anymore.

a cry expressing an appeal for divine help.

…a patient etherized upon the table

Do not ask what is it

Let us go

and make our visit


irrevocable distrust,
Coveting freedoms

Rintintin

begin

I hear your little cry when you had a nightmare

I cry so much I can’t wash away this oppressive stench of death
it comes so suddenly, so unfairly,
as if we are just some experiment
to be replaced by
artificial intelligence

The artifice of intellect,
an artifact of intellectus

understanding Intuition

awareness Perception

imaginal tulpa

adrift in a sea of forgetfulness


Emanations of manomāyakāya

l’esprit humain est câblé pour oublier

nous oublions

Nous (Greek)

the faculty of the human mind necessary for understanding what is true or real.

Nous (French)

we

man … how infinite in faculty

William Shakespeare

The mass-center is a fixed property for a given rigid body (e.g. with no slosh or articulation), whereas the center-of-gravity may, in addition, depend upon its orientation in a non-uniform gravitational field.

We have the innate proclivity

 center of gravity

the resultant torque  vanishes. 

center-of-gravity and the mass-center

the inclining experiment

determine our  stability,

On the verge of

course of action,

We freeze.

The Human Aura described thought-forms as simple ethereal objects emanating from the auras surrounding people, generating from their thoughts and feelings.

the plan all along.

If only feelings and ideas and stories and history really could be contained in a block of marble—if only there could be a gathering up of permanence—how reassuring it would be, how comforting to think that something you loved could be held in place, moored and everlasting, rather than bobbing along on the slippery sea of reminiscence, where it could always drift out of reach.
—-Susan Orlean

We believe in Infinite Intelligence.

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