as all dreams and screams know to the extent it exists realitys a hypersphere or sphere or patasphere and the geography of these spheres includes a centre a circumference and a middle sure the centres everywhere and the circumferences nowhere and the middles somewhere or the middles nowhere and the centres somewhere and the circumferences everywhere or however you want to put it in your fancischmantzi sophistries and all that may be true but theres still like pollen and sand and clouds middles and circumferences and centres and what we call progress is just the expansion of the sphere so theres more middle and circumference or more aptly what we call progress is part of a process we could describe as the breathing of the sphere as it expands and contracts our obsession with wholeness wellness yoga spirituality ayahuasca the whole theybang relates to the fact that while we long to mirror the sphere in ourselves the spheres become too monstrously huge for us to do that and its garbages so massively voluminous now even if you could for an instant hold the whole within you including all its garbage for you cant have the mixterclean without the meowlitter youd immediately incinerate so despite yab about authenticity or unity or whathaveyou we have to specialize most people quite sensibly praiseem lunchwithem specialize in an aspect of the middle they become lawyers or rangers or mercenaries or hrprofessionals or junkies or fishmongers or writers or mishfongers or mechanics or wastemanagementworkers and there in that world they live and judge and breathe but a few losers cant resist the perversion to dwell elsewhere somewhere on the edges maybe for as one cant be a competent surgeon hairstylist accountant and prizewinning rhododenron grower so one cant habitate along all regions of the circumference either nobody understands anyone outside their specialty of course and even then its suspect which is why were all so obsessed with communication because communication like tomorrow never happens but at least the whonyms of the galacticallysized middle however much they want to kill each other are manufactured to function according to the operating principles of the middle and speak machinespeak to one another and think theyre poets but those of us of the elsewheres have a completely different manual and dictionary and so all of this toos happening when i go out to get eggs
speaking of eggs why do manual and dictionary have man and dick in them if a woman wrote womanuals and cuntionaries what would they look like confessings‽
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