The RIP. James Bèyor

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СКАЧАТЬ within the human mind, occurs when feeling, reasoned down to emotion without either being dismissed or deducted down to that which is in constant flux, is unrecognized by the senses and is ill-founded. This is false suffering. "To be or not to be" is no longer a question but a vagrant state of mind to overpower what comes next, and what comes next is fear.

      The paradox in the mind begins as reason for or against an existent plan. We seek to disband, intentionally, any self stimulus that is uncomfortable. Active memory becomes a holding place for forward sliding intention. Provisional future intention must meet with intended results in order to make any annoying stimulus into counter reason. This is our failsafe for installing a working provocation. We purge last reason held and its false suffering; purge the unparalleled device that is part of our malcontent: to say "be gone" and to have it gone. Is not the belief in our false suffering the ultimate escape?

      We seek to control. But what of the feeling attending such a move? What of that which cannot be controlled? Logic becomes illogic the minute that intention is aimed and directed. We attempt to force reason into place and we fall short of that which we intend. We try harder but encounter opposition. We have little control over the intentions of others in our lives no matter how symbolically clear we contend for meaning or how clearly we think we mean. As creatures of our own made reason, we are circumvented and impaired. In the pretense to evoke feeling from reason, there are impulses that we cannot suppress: dimensions of feeling that are free-floating and magnetizing. The sensual being defines and gives shape to the R.I.P. of paradox: it forms a sixth sense dimension within it. The creature becomes the beast with all senses working and alive—stimuli fully realized and references passively held—for feeling is ductile and malleable within mind/body continuum and space. The beast will not be deceived and the beast lives in now.

      We may, in haste to reason, deem this feeling beast an aberration; a disgruntled affront to all that we have assumed to be manageable. The usual active remembering of what we have learned and what we have been taught and trained to exchange and manipulate as knowledge for commerce has nothing to do with assessing mind/body continuum nor with understanding natural breaks and schisms. It is hard for us, in mental slavery and deceit, to realize that there are no rules.

      Prior to intent and after, sensual markings deliver feeling to the passive mind and are recorded in sixth sense, just as our taught responses are delivered up for focus in the active mind. Encoded with the internal language of self, the beast is always in touch with first voice emotion.

      Since simultaneous recording occurs in two separate spheres of reality—written/verbal portrayal and its passive coexistence—sensual markings are further assembled and dissembled, interrogated and ordered for comparison and matching. The mind constantly looks for reciprocation. When all reciprocals can be matched, the beast is at rest.

      A sea of consciously symbolic portents and signified things inhabits intention; is unresolved with the sensual beast and becomes paradox manifest: the human being constrained.

      Within the chasm of unresolved paradox, there is the likelihood of emotional eruption which sensual markings, encoded in passive memory, try to amend. Such eruption of feeling is the voice and the movement of the beast that must, eventually, coincide with passive self memory: that which, in the throes of emotional upheaval, is then pushed in favor of intense want of reason as support for intent or as reason for reason. Reciprocals are in counter balance. Fear of the beast is warranted and conjoined. Fear of the beast is condoned and honored and given rite and ceremony. All matters of reason for reason are in honor of the pinioning of the beast. It is through the reciprocal of fear that we form our circles of blame and it is through loops of blame that we destroy our original self.

      When we look at reason in paradox, we find reason for reason, which is circular in blame, and not reason to reason, which has no blind end. In the paradox of the R.I.P., all things are equivocations and they are equivocated as opposites. When reason finds reciprocal match within the passive encoded self, the corridors between the emotional storage areas, introspection and paradoxical slant, are voided. If reason paradox cannot be voided, there will exist a friction within the continuum of mind/body. Such friction is reciprocals in contention or duality of reason, impasse held. It is through self contention that we come to impasse, a plan-based justification made in order to satisfy a motive curriculum.

      Reasons for reasons are stacked with intent to overpower the passive self that is held in contempt rather than to match and decipher impulses—to find them a place that has no blind end. We displace the enormous draw of stillness that is the passive self. We give credence to that which is inductive pretense and manufactured law and we disjoin from the broad side of our senses.

      This is the R.I.P. in the human foundation that both impels and impedes us. This is the breach in the essence parallel and the R.I.P. in the universal parallel of consciousness which could make us whole.

      The art enclosed within the pages of these written words accompanies the parallel of reason and feeling toward widening parameters to language and symbols that can open to display, unadorned, the human heart. Those things that can be told and those things that can live and breathe through the tenacity of flesh and muscle; through the pushing of self into self; and by the pulsing of blood through tissue; by their nature, become explicit breaking of form to deduce that which, for reason, has been induced in us. Reason deduced down to the beast is freedom.

      Impassioned, the being sees through itself; into itself; and for itself. Impassioned, the being has no excuse. It has no failsafe for backward gliding into stalemate that is impasse and it has no excuse for the bludgeoning of the beast which is its own perfect self. Impassioned, the being has no excuse to destruct.

      Originally, this was the purpose of philosophy: to evidence that man feels and, by his feeling, thinks and aspires to share the experience of feeling that is the gift of reason to feeling. To think is to question, and the answer to thought is no answer at all, but to learn the fine art that is ability to think is humankind's original quest—his kinship with the beast—for original thought is not unlike the hunt.

      The R.I.P. is the split in a perfect sphere upon which light is cast and shadow created: a defined silhouette that is the contour of reason. Distance is measured as time, spent and wasted upon a broken and contorted self that is broken by its trade, in bounty for an irrevocable half life.

      In half life, the self is squeezed and stretched for meaning paradox. In half life, such paradox cannot be purged. Reason and feeling cannot be joined.

      The shadow of reason progresses until all emotional response mechanisms are failsafed to become perfect reason for reason stacking. The human being learns, then, to associate himself with the side effects of performance rated meaning for reason justified. Time is the perfect excuse for crushing so perfect a sphere as the human essence. Light is extinguished and self fades into encapsulated darkness housed inside the solidity of noun usage and inside the bleak assumptions of memory. This is the conscription of half life: I becomes We becomes They in a circle of blame. The agreement process fails while the standards of reason pursuit are raised higher to insure failure. Last reason held is the malignancy of the human mind.

      Reason made is the second voice of half life. The human being has constructed an artificial being superimposed upon itself and he has assigned this being to act. Its acts are the ministrations of half life and it mimics life and mimics meaning. It subjugates feeling. It is bent on destruction. It consumes itself like the serpent who swallows its own tail, an ancient emblematic symbol of beginnings that have no ends. Artificial man, The Retrograde, is like a top that has no bottom; it refuses to admonish its motives and fears and sufferings.

      There exists the contention, both biblical and inherent to Reason, that there is a path or road that is, explicitly, the path of the Senses or Feeling. On this path, neither Conscience nor Reason matter. Both are abstracts that resemble Potential To Feeling as Feeling is given СКАЧАТЬ