Beyond Me

Portions of daylight in sparks, these lit passing pathways and each possibility of shadow in that which was illuminated before, the potentials of shade and the grey scale and gradient in that which is beyond sight. The illuminated waves and the ways in which electricity garners place and convenes path to conditions of environment. These indicatives of conditioning and the underlying principle in that which is inevitable and that which takes place automatically. These wanted grey scale variant conditions of that which is possible and that which is beyond sense. The ways in which color schemes trick allowances of dreams and the instinct and imagination of shadow. The ways in which darkness curtails the senses, of all of these unseen or unheard of conditions of unrest, these candles turned upside-down in irredeocorneal angular space and the ways in which the optic chasm concentrates and turns image and shape to confront indicatives in environment. Grey scale in the wanted conditions of that which is beyond sense, the physiological constructs of automatically digested information and autonomous and automatic motion and movement. The wanted possibility in underlying field, in clarity silence and stillness as transitory plane and the ease of applicability in any hypothesis. The grey scale animals see with and the wanted shadow of a curve to any corner of space. These indicative conjectures of space and timing could prometheate any amount of corrected-ness, the possibility of wanted nothingness, these ideas of morphological underpinnings of that which could pre-curse any spelling. The underlying intelligence doesn't actually 'exist', even then, a separate but innate field of knowledge or more likely, nothingness...It's beyond me. Why would everything need nothingness, anyway? No matter is created nor destroyed, the idea of another dimension or plane isn't necessary to mathematical reality, everything is everything has been everything will be, and cannot be added to nor taken away from. Conditions of unrest and the need for critical thought in being in the wrong, the wanted possibilities of otherness, these biased omnipotent assurances in that which must be beyond, the actuality of anything that could take place being some sort of physiological construct, especially imagined or electrical. Imagining clarity, silence and stillness in this universe of constant motion and change, these supposed comforts and the wanted idea of portrait stoic statuesque measures of university-ality and applicability of triviality and curiosity. The transcendental imagination is without a homeland, how many times I've repeated my rambling self, Heidegger, the meaningless triumphs of perspective and the want to be ever seeking. I don't ever want to seek all knowledge as though I could know it all, and any pinnacle or sublimation of intelligence would be a sort of ironic downfall at the same time. Of all the spiritual intelligence in the science of theology, what parts of self would ever persist at assuming the environment and world around is already completely known? If my body were to suddenly assume it knew everything in the environment around me, I would surely die. There is constant learning and adaptation in the volatility and beauty of survival in nature. The differences or similarities in that which is quantifiable or qualitative, these conditions of unrest and the delinquency in wonderment, the wanted pause and stillness of imagining a creature from another dimension that could know everything can be comforting, but to confuse healthy pantheism in wanted sylph as omnipotent nature is deceiving at best. Imagining other dimensions, the ease of romantic beaches leading shelves astray and the wanted shapeliness that never stays in one place, and every time I memorize one part of this piece of puzzle, the piece changes angles and becomes an entirely new face with all new facets of construction to memorize, Charles Hinton described this in Speculations on the Fourth Dimension. He also repeated that he can only have perspective analogous to his own perspective alone. Carol and Carol Tarvis and Wade said critical thinkers are not afraid to admit we do not know. The willingness to wonder and the willingness to be in the wrong and remain curious for shadow as well as the light.