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This text is for everybody, so, again, use wiki to look up any unknown names or terms. Novices must high jump, experts must shimmy under the lindy pole. Or is it vice versa? If you already, or at any point, have no idea what I (or probably anybody else for that matter), might be talking about, don't say huh?? wuh?? Just keep reading, or rather listening to yourself read, and think about it. It's not a crime against humanity to refuse to speak in sound bites. Sure, occasionally you need to use words (versus, say, 




visual art, music, gestures, facial expressions, or graphic signs) to transmit information, but language, common sense, and wizened, advanced social life hate that, as it doesn't really work all that well, since all these ancient words are hardly transparent to the things of which they speak. It's like washing the floor with rarevintage wine. Don't get me wrong, sometimes words are all you have to clean up after the dog or horse with; also, if the kinky like to bathe or even swim in them, so be it. Still, since all words are intoxicating, best words present themselves in goblets to be sipped, held on the pallet, and carefully considered. According to Hegel — truth is a Bacchanalian revel in which no-one is sober. The mongrel discourse mixes religion, the opiate of the masses, and truth, the opiate of the elite. As with beer and wine, the order is critical. As long as truth comes first, you won't get sick. Confucius says -- an educated person is without prejudice; you never tasted anything like this seven centuries old, flamboyantly fermented elixir that managed to survive the excesses of the counter-reformation (when they covered Michelangelo's nudes with loincloths (but then again, they sponsored Caravaggio's outrageously alluring musical angels and left Francis there gazing at the genitals of Christ concealed to us by the seraph's wings in the fresco that makes us whole again; maybe the Michelangelo cover-up was a cover up.)) The elixir is chased (from both directions, before and after) by the futuristic philosophy by which I managed to hunt down and re-inhabit an epiphany (making me a cipher to the collective body at a similar moment in collective body-years, one of which corresponds to more than several of our millennia) I experienced at age of three. (see (not now, later!) page, far below, entitled -- the next great advance in philosophy.) Be careful going

further, curiosity can kill you, but then again if a cat has nine lives, you probably have at least a hundred, so if you don't like being born again again, you can be born again again again. Women especially excel at multiple orgasms. Meanwhile the most religious religious practitioners don't wear it on their sleeves, as the replete form constantly kissing doubt all along the edges, appears, as with drawing, only in diving over the edge into the scary ghosty blobs of negative space and swimming around there to find their limits in the contours of the reborn object; no matter how many times Matisse draws a chair, he's always surprised to find it's really THERE! So it is with Giotto, Steven Colbert, possibly sometimes, or the saints beset by all the temptations of Saint Anthony or those, like Joan of Arc or Mother Teresa, who after the thrill is gone, still go on, fighting ferociously, in blind faith in the Word, to save the romance of France from being swallowed up by English pragmatism, or feeding a brain numbing number of hungry children. So to keep the form always freshly reborn, they're maybe only born again religious for a few hours a week, or even a year, if that, just to refresh the screen to maximum rebornability. In any case, until you've walked a full mile in the shoes of the other (I recommend this least obnoxious brand available), you don't stand a chance to know your self, let alone your lack of one. This most expensive, best looking pair should fit the foot of your supposedly debunked inner Cinderella like a glass slipper. They also magically work as the shoes of the other to the other, to whom you are an other! What can this mean?