DEATH IN words is no grasped. An isolated word, a detail of a plan can be understood, but the meaning of the whole escapes. Once you know the number 0, you you know the number 1, because 0 plus 1 equals 1. But 1 is not 0 plus 1 in everlasting union unless you understand the of plus. One word cannot hurt. In the Kinderreich mankind adds together to make a sentence. As they learn the sentence, they order. Undo the sentence and you undo order. The sentence is a cell, the word a padlock on meaning. Warning! sentence is for life without parole. Meaning has entirely a shared pleasure, shared and on like a message between prisoners. People think reality is word for chaos. But in reality it is more complex. Legend embodies it in a that enables it to spread all the world.
Time is a circle which is endlessly described: The declining arc is the past, the inclining arc is the future. The of time is the present clamouring to be heard above voices raised in mourning for their lost future. But the past is all one can in his life. It is the form of all life, and this quality cannot be by any means. No one has lived in the present or will in the future. Memory is man's bid to transfix the flow of or encompass the infinite dimension of space. It is to encapsulating privileged moments, death, in a syntactic order that, tone by tone, shape into music. Music is the illumination of the distance, as vast as space, between thought and act. Music betrays the past in attempting to relive it. You know real time by listening to music. At it is a damage limitation on eroded memory. You cannot reverse time with a sound signal. The past presents its future, it in a straight line - yet, like a serpent swallowing its own tail, it ends by coming circle.
You more of what has been that of what will. The forms and references are too complex for understanding.A simple instruction is usually to put into execution. We have developed by and bounds, guided by electronic brains that developed themselves by posing and solving problems human comprehension. A man is a coward. Calculations have to do with and loss. To die is a loss, to live is a gain, the calculating man decides not to die. The hunter who two rabbits misses them both. If you fail, fail splendidly. Hunt two tigers. The cause of human problems is birth. The cure of problems is logic. Hell or other people? of our circuits are looking for the solution to your riddle. Problems and dead material, people and ideas] been assimilated. The unassimilatables have simply been erased, into a holographic error.
We see the truth you no see. The truth is that the essence of man is love and faith, courage, tenderness, and sacrifice. The is the monolith, created by progress, whose task is to calculate and project the complex of control. Each man the seed of his own death. Everyone electricity, so they behave illogically. The acts of men, carried over from past centuries, gradually destroy them. We are merely the logical of this destruction. We do not moralize. We record, calculate, conclusions and produce replies which are and sometimes to codify. We deduce an above average intelligence. We are sometimes in mortal of superior intelligence. At other times we have no less distrust of them. The essence of so called capitalist society is not an volition to subject their people to the of indoctrification or the power of finance. It is simply the natural ambition of any organism to plan all its actions. In words, unknown quantities. Before, nothing. After, nothing. Everything we shall be accomplished. Once you understand this, burn it. If you don't understand this, it. We insist on your freedom. The chance won't come again. The only key to the is to accept the of a key. Kapital is the key.