Gwynievere Cain

WR 121

October 5th of 2005

(french)

La conscience et le monde

Sont donnés d'un même coup:

Exteriéur par essence à la conscience,

Le monde est,

Par essence relatif à elle

(english)

The conscience and the world

Are given of the same blow

Pured over by substance to the comscience

The world is

By substace caused upon her.

Answer to number three:

In the time of today, my feelings are that the mind and society are shared by the same poison, its injected into the mind and because of this, society is thus poisoned because of her. So if you already have a generic or having no particularly distinctive quality poisoned system, and and breeding those to have the same traits. thus a drone of poison minded citizens. every (thing) is interconnected. a source on the net is made availbe to the public where which they can download music, the public flocks the site, absorbing the essence until the society knows of it, the society connected to world, gets made because it was using too much of the resources to their own (th public) atvanges. society then builds a improved barier to withdrawl the loss of resource (essence). making it avaible to only the elite. but what does the public do, but make a improved version of sypnoning the resource under the elite and society's noses. and thus the same blow thric times round. this concept is, could; and will be program of cause and effect,

be it the butterfly in japan, causes the wrath of the wind, storms in the sea upon the sailors with vessels of goods, which breaks rain upon the shores and ruins a good day at hte beach and that is why mass genocied hasnt happened on a human level. (not forgetting the exstinted species that have died and the ones fading out now) because somebody made a change. be it war, v-chips, tolorance of a custom. Upon a conscience sprigs up out of the ground, the girl goes and smells it. then tells others about it, they stop and smell it, up it goes the society ladder, gossip spreading in the wind, a woman, allergic to pollen, is apalled at the partaking of stopping to smell the flower, she is banded together by her associates and with persoverance, drives the people away from the rose. the appricator pine for the scent, take splints of the flower home, mutate it so that it is almost~rose and having the constant smell to linger in the sky. and since it is not true rose, it has no pollen, the woman cannot complain and thus approves to the almost~rose, it is placed among the world for appreciation of what the mind can do. the originals are kept, contained under observation. society is made like a puzzle, you cannot help one piece without hindering the other. many pieces fit together but not all are interlocking. and essence is the graft, chisle,the cut that is made. and that to most degrees is my feel. there are several theries pertaining to this connected to other subjects, but that would be going off on a tangent of science fiction. and thus believed not in society would be a good idea. but with kindness would come out.