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 believe you know the 1, because 0 plus 1 equals 1. But 1 is not 0 plus 1 in everlasting union unless you understand the meaning of plus. One word cannot hurt. In the mankind adds words together to a sentence. As they learn the sentence, learn 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 passed on a message between prisoners. People reality is another word for chaos. But in reality it is more complex. Legend it in a sound that enables it to spread all the world.
Time is like a circle which is endlessly described: The arc is the past, the inclining arc is the future. The of time is the clamouring to be heard above past 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 quality cannot be changed by any means. No one has lived in the or will live in the future. Memory is man's bid to transfix the flow of time or the infinite dimension of space. It is to encapsulating privileged moments, like death, in a syntactic order that, by tone, will 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 cannot real time by listening to music. At best it is a damage exercise on eroded memory. You cannot 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 full circle.
You more of what has been that of what will. The forms and references are too complex for human understanding.A instruction is usually insufficient to put execution. We have developed by leaps and bounds, guided by brains that developed themselves by posing and problems beyond 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 human is logic. or other people? Several 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, transformed into a error.
We see the you no longer 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 lacks electricity, so they illogically. The acts of men, carried over from centuries, will gradually destroy them. We are merely the means of this destruction. We do not moralize. We record, calculate, conclusions and produce replies which are and sometimes impossible to codify. We an above average intelligence. We are in mortal need of superior intelligence. At other times we have no less mortal of them. The essence of so called capitalist society is not an evil volition to subject people to the power of indoctrification or the of finance. It is simply the ambition of any organism to plan all its actions. In other words, unknown quantities. Before, nothing. After, nothing. Everything we project shall be accomplished. Once you this, burn it. If you don't this, burn it. We insist on your freedom. The won't come again. The only key to the riddle is to accept the absence of a key. is the key.