The scarcity limits of domination patterns in animals, as if the lions would cease to leave the bones at a certain point. The fittest still need the rest, the consolement to domination of ideas or the ideas of grounds for or against any specifically difficult or new concept.
The scarcity of ideas ropes us into forsaken corners of responsibilities that were never ours or elitism that was never for us. Bearing the beatitudes of supposed obligation and scant suffrage or sacrifice those letters tell enough of the geography to guess the stale mates and misplacement of cares or wares and the easily manipulated cautionary significance for those whom cannot defend themselves.
Throw in anything, watch the sickening laughter or disgusting perseverance of harassment or immediately blockade yourselves according to the easy sure answers for the scapegoat left to pick up after. Remember how to spell empirical reason or else; those unthinking blockades of diligence and weathering according to popular opinion or the religion of science that knows its answers can’t figure for nature but assumes beyond each refusal and blames others for insanity upon seeing the gaps in understanding.
The realm sources frenzied in mathematical incitement reminisce the consolidations of flesh and confusions of this earth body; each limb in fragments for moments, a heart beating, a different beat for timing against the flurries of possibilities and the impossible shoving itself upon us casually. The one place that thought came from, that one equation to explain itself in rhythm and still have no hope of really understanding precisely every untimely instance in which we can solve for ourselves those equations without ever seeing the dangled ends of graph paper in memory. ((Sloan Nernst Nyquist}} the unfaithful to mathematical: the sure set values and irrevocable mistakes that now we must use anyway; irregardless.
There’s no point, infinitely circling itself to center out the relevance asking itself always for timing or distance; what space have we left ourselves to ponder? Every instant is filled with these measurements, as if the precision of such things could prove the irrevocable physicality of self and thought process. As if, beyond me, there is an echo of physical response, resounding in some way or another and being manipulated beyond my own reason, beyond any reassurance.
Ghost proteins left after as exhaust from thought machines, these inhabited planes of tissue and the nerve bending for instances in refraction of light and digested quickly in darkened chambers for moments of vaporized pattern left according to pressure and gradient. In mid air, shifting bio-films that catch particles and participate them according to surrounding autonomous space. Practicing for the commensurable data or guessing of random instances, the conjuring of a thought process for itself as if any skill was picked up immediately and every motion was somehow memorized without ever having been. Potentials we give ourselves or fight for within our minds; the ways we try to trick ourselves into understanding something or the placements withholding tendencies we sever or console.
Our bacteria have been learning new diseases without our knowing it; are transmitting messages to other bacteria on the planet instantaneously and transmute meaning, digest and without having particular significance in place for incoming data, automatically redeem or remove themselves. What our signaling deems necessary to us for whatever reason; what parts of ourselves we have leftover to catch new fragments in hopes of storage, the markers we leave for the recombination of data are surely our own doing alone.
Ectoplasm, interstitial fluid in transforms during and after phagocytosis pulls closed that zipper that splatter or these faint ligand limbs we accidentally extend into the environment beyond us, that hop and skip tissue and filament finding channels for paths they never knew themselves existing as part of.
Ratios or commensurable podiums for matrices; certain platforms of understanding are horribly mangled, some of them are kindly knit and clean. What has attracted these small particles to draw something near? What signaling resounds for the parts of partiality just when necessary? The exchanges of data across the amphipathic in intervals of cation and frame for granule or potential in gradient; chemotaxis isn’t the only physiological example of the assumption of meta-data within the human body.
Certainty in potentialities or there must be forgetfulness to the resounding any and every so ever-pressing: just anyplace could manifest itself as the overwhelming with novelty or commonality uses. Common sentiments to endow running formalities against the set conundrums and preferred stances of responsibilities or repose. Any involvements of language actually concern everyone. Surely.
Availability of information, information reliability.
The planes upon meeting each other missed and fragmented to solve themselves fractions apart from joining: scattered to the point of oblivion before uniting to form.
