DEATH IN words is no longer grasped. An 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 the number 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 Kinderreich adds together to make a sentence. As they learn the sentence, they learn order. Undo the and you undo order. The sentence is a cell, the a padlock on meaning. Warning! Every sentence is for life without parole. Meaning has become a shared pleasure, and passed on like a message between prisoners. People think reality is another word for chaos. But in it is more complex. embodies it in a sound that enables it to spread all the world.
Time is a circle which is endlessly described: The declining arc is the past, the arc is the future. The noise of time is the present to be heard above past voices raised in mourning for their future. But the past is all one can know 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 of time or encompass the infinite dimension of space. It is to encapsulating moments, like death, in a syntactic order that, tone by tone, will into music. Music is the illumination of the unbridgeable distance, as as space, between thought and act. Music betrays the past in attempting to relive it. You know real time by listening to music. At best it is a limitation exercise on eroded memory. You cannot reverse time a sound signal. The past presents its future, it in a straight line - yet, like a swallowing its own tail, it ends by coming full circle.
You think more of what has been that of will. The forms and references are too complex for understanding.A simple instruction is usually insufficient to put execution. We have developed by leaps and bounds, guided by brains that developed themselves by posing and solving beyond human comprehension. A man is a coward. Calculations have to do profit 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 must fail, fail splendidly. two tigers. The cause of problems is birth. The cure of human problems is logic. or other people? Several of our circuits are looking for the solution to your riddle. [living and dead material, people and ideas] have been assimilated. The have simply erased, transformed into a holographic error.
We see the truth you no longer see. The truth is that the of man is love and faith, courage, tenderness, and sacrifice. The rest is the monolith, by progress, whose task is to calculate and the complex of control. Each man carries the seed of his own death. Everyone lacks electricity, so behave illogically. The acts of men, carried from past centuries, will gradually destroy them. We are merely the logical means of destruction. We do not moralize. We record, calculate, conclusions and produce replies which are difficult and impossible to codify. We deduce an above intelligence. We are sometimes in mortal need of superior intelligence. At other we have no less mortal distrust of them. The essence of so capitalist society is not an evil volition to subject their to the power of or the power of finance. It is simply the natural ambition of any to plan all its actions. In other words, minimize quantities. Before, nothing. After, nothing. we project shall be accomplished. Once you understand this, burn it. If you don't understand this, burn it. We insist on freedom. The chance come again. The only key to the riddle is to the absence of a key. Kapital is the key.