Passing Notions

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL The passing notions and the math is simple. The runes (ruins) and their meanings displayed; a straightforward language and an order. Phi at the center stage. Ontological perspicacious meanderings display only that reaching out a reaction long after that cold loneliness has set in (deep). Wondering children going through hell alone as the proximity of other lonely isolated souls gave credence to the republic of illusion. The language was always there. So too the math and the philosophy. Science was too far. The study close up of tgat which had gone afoul and bad. Upon closer inspection showed a world also in decay. A seeming different set of rules. Then finally an intentional diversion from the true sphere of scope. Scientist are perverts with educated spectacles. Under the spectacle of peers. Nomenclature, Entomology colors mixed but justified and held at varied degrees of separation. Yet the colors oddly have the will. What color were you when you went in? huh!? Then more so who are you? who do you think you are? How do you regard yourself and how are you (needing) to be regarded? The observer? I think not! The advancement is a reset prompt to the vortex end. A mad loop without lnowing the center. Else we are made. In ignorant persistence Breaking the code then breaking yourself and watching coyly as the world around you crumbles. Phi in math. The trickery of straight count math. Lost in the dream of infinite numbers and systems. Yet unable to see and have Faith in the repeating pattern. A vortex that can carry you along as if you were part of the strand until the numbers take you back once again. back to the beginning. How simple it all truly is. These who surround us, torture us with their lusts are intentionally bred to do so. Lost in complexity that simply does not exist. Zero and it's complex lie. saying the same sentence but longer and in countless different ways. Meaning what is the meaning?! I stood on many hill sides looking out across vast Oceans, Valleys and Canyons of sorts. The heat, rain, snow or wind (sometimes combinations of multiple) flirted with my assumed veneer of skin as barrier. I took the same position. Tilted slightly forward as to slightly engage my anterior tibialis muscle. Ready though relaxed. Still and calm, though already in movement response. Forward but ready for back or side or diagonal (or up or down or roll)? All the universe spinning around ME as I too spun around it. No center to identifiable context of position or number count nor language as a core. Principles only manifest when Purity is either protected or broken in a man. Akways back to the Pure Form. From its base unit as structure. The cornerstone. Monad. O |O|