I was hoping when I got up this morning all the pain would be gone from just those two tablets of prednisone. That didn't happen. It looks like i'm gonna hsve to take the entire series of pills to get the results that might please me. So, I took two more pills this morning, and i'll find out what that does to the event horizon of my black hole.
I've been considering the pearl-like entity I came here as, as a teeny tiny black hole with two aspects. From the center of that black hole, every thing is no thing in particular. It's not so much an empty space. It's just that by dwelling in that null point all possible object possess no individuation for me, as the resident of the center of the black hole, perceives as any different that any other object in space, they all me-and the sa-me to me.
Outside the event horizon of the black hole that is me, however, all possible objects are not yet me, and are nay-me-able. Cornucopia (Id). The horn of plenty (plenitude) is small and closed on one end, and large and open at the other. I must have had the traffic going the other way.
I speculate about crap like this all the ti-me. I don't know the truth about any thing. I just make this stuff up to entertain myself. I attempt to capture drifting thoughts with words. I can't do that and decide if they're true or false at the same ti-me. Besides, you have to interpret this crap to me-and-thee with it. You see what you think the words meand (meaning = me-and-thee-ing) That's the only meaning anything has. The truth is merely what me and thee agree upon temporarily, if that.
From the center of my darkest abyss, there is only me, and no thee. From outside event horizon of the dark hole all possible theses are there for the taking. I.E., thetic and non-thetic ex-is-tense-s. The road I take to escape my fate is the road that leads me to it.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
