On my mind now are the people who tend towards the side of art maybe not meaning anything and how I think for them to be right would mean to me that their consciousness’ is somehow missing the pattern recognition software I think the rest of us have. It’s not too hard to face the fact that we sometimes see faces in patterns of apparent randomness. Faces in the stucco, marble floor tiling, some pieces of art even make it a mission to make you see a face where there might not be not technically be one, but if you’re capable of seeing the face anyway, that’s the pattern recognition software I’m talking about.
It’s weird actually the way it forcibly kicks in, like, your not even allowed to negotiate it’s presence in your skull. Hooks up with the emotional matrix and I guess becomes like all hourglass shaped, since for as much as these things read the outward patterns, they also reveal the inner in faces that I think Emily Bronte would describe as being very audible.
It gets to be very hard eventually to write anything because it’s also kinda hard to imagine I’m the first or only one to focus in on what I think are like the little basics of universal human experience, and so either I’m wasting our time or… I mean that’s such a big or. Basically, if we ain’t smart actually, could you imagine the strangeness of what out there is by definition intelligent?
I feel forced to reconsider my sense of what I think is behind the curtains of what politics is, that on one side of this, the pattern recognition skills of our ancestors to detect an anomaly referred to as God, whichever side he is on, wins out in the end; On the other side there is I think some human, group of humans, or the literal devil, that have so mastered an understanding of our inherent patterning of thought that they could control mass swaths of us without ever having to show their faces? P.S. for this paragraph, God would not be republican or democrat, he would be third party divine monarchy.
I think its comforting to have faith in that the source and patterning’s of Love is to overcome and consume the I guess chaos of death, but it seems rather a disturbing thing to consider the agents of death and how truly hidden they must be from the collective eye. How they might be perpetually hidden from the human eye that refuses to take seriously the texts our human ancestors left behind.
Well, some closing thoughts for comfort to those who are disturbed by what I’m saying or think somehow that I ought to give them a solution: if there is an anomalous pattern working towards mass death, I think it’s banking on that we will follow our instinct of self-preservation. In other words, I think a great way of breaking free from it’s influence is to let Jesus take the wheel as you confess yourselves publicly in your churches, to everyone in a voice loud enough for even the people in the back to hear. At this point I would like to say something about like, “oh hears my confession!”, but I feel that my style of writing has been mainly confessional, (even when it shouldn’t have been)… I guess I’ll say I do regret some things I’ve said, but I welcome whatever friends come to take comfort in what I guess has by and large been the sacrifice of my self-image.
-Danny
P.S. I hope this works like in Full-Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood when Edward trades away his power to gain back his brother.