Opaque pretensions of privacy are easily seen through. Substance that is as flimsy as chalk on a blackboard separates the dream of unity. Thought made of plastic is popularised by the manufactured separation. Modernity has no real reflection. It does not contain a true mirror. This achilles heel is a knee jerk reaction. The individual does not know how to watch his step because there is no feeling as he walks out of line. Anxious to become the cancer he loathes, he will do anything. The ink which writes, flows from blood. The religious who have never written a true bible sound off their prejudice to kill a spontaneous instant. The same can be said of the manifesto. Standards that double with rhetoric are put out of reach. The power of a prayer, and a union steeped in truancy, do not touch the power of a fast car.
The situation is conscious because intellect brings the sensations home. Objects are recognisable by behaviour, and understanding is only possible through experience. We learn by making sense. Water is water because it behaves as such: it is soft and irregular, clear and cleansing, tasteless and reflective, which increases the weight of absorbent properties. Consciousness cannot be experienced by passively observing. Experience is doing, and we need to create our environment, to actively work the reality. Because we can see, we need to see pleasurable sights, and because we hear, we need to hear pleasurable sounds. The situation of abundant pleasure may feel like heaven. When it is hard to come by, it begs the question what are we doing wrong? The modern concept tortures the mind.
Energy is the source of everything. It both electrifies and shocks. Time can never stand still as sensual form is abiding. Nothing remains the same, other than a constant wonder of the world. Everything flows, cause and effect impacts on all things. We can never get to the bottom of life as there is no bottom line. The only knowledge sensational consciousness can aspire to is that pleasure has no boundary. We live and we learn. History which assigns isms to itself can never understand.
It is the modern extremes which are profound to the modern intellect. The in-between is a disinterest made obvious. Attention is an activity. True pleasure drives us to live, to make decisions for change of circumstance. It is the pleasure we strive for which forms our demand for life, and this demand causes us to work. This an exchange - of giving out energy in return for its appropriation - converting it from one form into another. Work, in its absolute, is warm pleasure intensely infectious. Modernity confuses this for productivity. Boredom and exhaustion are mistaken for something authentic. Value is determined by the forum, and the exchange is anything but true. Value becomes, when undertaken in privacy, not necessarily how we perceive ourselves, but how we are perceived by others. It is represented by money - work done for the exchange of money - and satisfaction is never complete. The poverty of money is that it can only mimic a true exchange. History is crystallised. The immediate moment eventually turns into an outdated fetish best forgotten. The unitisation congeals time. Capturing flowing energy exclusively for individual benefit, progression, in this privacy, is disjointed and painful. Benefits of such a progress can only be appreciated by the individual, at individual expense.
Human history has been a history of isms. Ideological thought is assigned to each period of human activity by those who do not know any better. Time is made an academic domain of misfortune. History charted as isms fails to understand the individual who lives only to maximise existence as far as knowledge allows. The individual declines to fall. The push is of no use. In the modern world, the private organisation is termed capitalism. The thinking of individuality with similar interest - a similar desire for truth in the situation - causes an appearance of solidarity. The perspective stands firm. This is individuality understanding the progression. To understand the past by the character of its thought, and to allude to the future of this thought - by giving it an ism - is a forsaking. Why else has the revolution, as Marx visioned it, yet to happen. This is the poverty of Marx, and the falling rate of Marxism. The knell with never sound, but the modem does.
The individual exists for memorable experience. Individuality is a memory. Situation can only change where there is value perceived in it doing so. Each sensation has an autonomous value, and interaction increases the collective. When we eat, our sense of taste is stimulated by what we hear, or by what is seen and smelt. If this is perceived as pleasant, it makes the food more desirable - to stimulate taste. Taste is a desire to feel texture, an awareness of memory. This is activity that makes us appreciative of ourselves: the intellect becoming part of the world in which it exists. The stimulus of activity which provokes further activity is the process of learning. Eating is one of the most interactive things we can do, from where all other pleasures stem, and people who work this pleasure - who do it well - are people who inherently and infinitely command a value. It is true. The gimmick has a poor taste against it. For anyone who eats and drinks without recognising the body of the Lord eats and drinks judgement on himself.
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