Form Bonding {or... when does what feel?}

 

        To teach the brain cells we previously agreed would need-never forget how to teach the brain cells previously agreed by all of us were safe-to-assume they never-need unlearn that self-less needs never need to forget their prior configurations were less (of everything they could be less-of) but that their current self is never less (their may sound the same as they're, but ¡don't be fooled!).  There Are novel to new-you connections being formed every moment within every second.

 

        Foundations are fortified and reinforced by forming new frameworks out of insights you will be able to attain tomorrow, because we understand—today—how to teach brain cells how to teach brain cells to recognize the difference between noticing our previous less aware, lesser-evolved selves, in our rear-view mirror versus erroneously interpreting challenges of present-moment-us, as the result of being less (of everything you could be less-of).  When this misinterpretation is taken to the extreme:  you might decide to believe, or even declare—to us—that we're less of a self than you.  could ever be!  are?

 

        To teach the brain cells we previously agreed would need-never forget how to play Monopoly™ that someday they would decide to compose and then choreograph a uniquely personal gameboard with our own groundrules, as well as to alchemically formulate their own player-pieces, would sound like a ruse wrapped in a joke to my ...Don't pass Go - Don't collect two-hundred dollars... ear-balls.  But these ...typing on going... eye-lobes have configured and then they created and now they currently experience ...going on typing... and today is tomorrow ...go on type... so was yesterday.

 

        So was last year.  So, now, we let tomorrow arrive without a hint of pre-deliberation regarding which of our player-tokens will intentionally or unintentionally violate yesterday's rules today.  Surprise is not possible, as it is functionally intrinsic; holding on to an expectation is done in order to eventually experience being overwhelmed by an emotion (or multiple) or to, *surprise* un-fortunately, discover you don't recognize excithrilling anymore, and *feeling underwhelmed* seems to always makes us all sad. 

 

        Remember when you read the words 'kill your ego' and wondered if you would-should be afraid of losing a part of yourself?

 

        Your spare parts bud.  You're spare parts bud.  Yore's pair-part s'bud.

 

        Now is the point in our program where you start by deciding who will roll the die first.  Done?  {We all agreed; it only looks like it was me who randomly got picked to go first.}  The next decision has been choreographed.

 

        Determine which of us said what in this art-tickle.  In-your-mind's-eye put {curly} around her words, [braces] around his, and (parentheses) around mine.  And, don't be shy; imagine better dialogue.  Make us laugh.  The best laughter carries with it a built-in surprise element of:  "Loading it's own expectation-mortar    board     room   mate  pussy  yes  and-ing it right in your mother's mouth!?"  Breaks the entire premise of the fourth paragraph from my perspective.  Compliments it from mine.  I agree and disagree, both, at the same time.

 

 

compliments from the chef: 

Y E

 E V

 

Form Bonding (Or, Why does it Work?)

         

        

Eve Val U Eigh Shun's Full Name

 

Evelyn is called Eve or Evie by everyone.  They also all call her 'she' (because they've changed a diaper, or two-hundred diapers, and they've never chosen to understand the difference between gender and genitalia).  Evelyn can not wait to grow up.  When asked, 'what're you gonna be when you're a big girl, Eve?'  Evelyn always replies:  "Smart enough to know better!"  Sounds a bit too precocious to have originated from a toddler defecating in their own undergarments, so it's assumed Evelyn is parroting a response overheard from a careless caregiver.

Val never answers anyone who asks, 'Is that short for Valerie or Valentin?'  They always reply: "Just Val."  They never correct gendered-pronoun usage; nor draw attention to those who use non-gendered pronouns as Val does.  They refer to everyone equally; always with neutral pronouns or names, and—if pushed—they shirk their shoulders in a carefree manner and declare that they think it's always up to the individual sending the communication to use whatever label they're comfortable with (depending on their empathy-capabilities) and not up to the individual receiving those communications to choose to listen or to not-listen (depending on their hubris).

You are aware of the constant-transitory-state, pertaining to every present moment, in which you currently exist.  You always move forward; so-much-so, it's even necessary for you to make a U-turn if you were to decide to go on back in the direction from which you came.  Much like every other 'middle name or mid-Init' you don't think in terms of labels regarding your present form or mental formation or UbiqUitoUs-flUx.  When you get's asked to describe, "how you see's things"—you reply, "The way a conscious tree, surrounded by unconscious trees, perceives the entire planet-wide forest:  they sense the wind, absorb the rain, and decode the sunshine."

 

Eighteen billion seven-hundred thirty-seven million five hundred and sixty thousand and eight never thinks of themself with commas 18,737,560,008 or a nickname; but they understand why others need a visual prompt to more-easily recall their name.  Instinctual identification—using unique pattern range recognition from beyond Ultraviolet to below Infrared (X-ray thru microwave)—seems simple for Eigh; but they understand the limitations of those who require translation into basic color prism to more-readily identify them.

 

Shun is who they are because that is what they appear to do.  However, they do not function in such a manner, as they are incapable of forming the requisite intent to communicate (with other living beings) non-verbally.  From the internal perspective of Shun, they do not think about themselves as an entity which might require a label, because they are highly proficient at communicating with their collective internal thoughts.  Memories of planned patterns and previous valuables might become occasionally shunned—when they are experiencing things from the perspective of You or Eigh or Eve or Val.

Sample Sum-more (there's ample):

 

Deco n' Struc 'k Shun of all 5 paragraphs

my first use of this artwork

 

baby-steps before pre-shun

Self Portrait 2023

 

 

It has been a decade since:  Untitled Portrait of Self

that collage-artist left the building, literally, to quite

past deeds (once sufficiently literate) then to wright

amassed reads and vast leads (once the philological

was parsimoniously attained) so 'gain insight' might

not feel foolish to read in these screeds (eventually)

 

my Choreographer (as envisioned by the other two)

 

my Composer (sometime snap sometime head)

my Alchemist (don't confuse the map with the terrain)

The hierarchy (figuratively imagined)

 

us, our cells, and we (teeter-tottering on reality) between the world and immediately

Divorced from Disassociation Dichotomy (VO #3)

 🠜 Page 1

 🠜 Page 2

<go on>

Hey, I got your prompt.  I've a bit of time now.  WhaaazzzzAHHHAaaaaaP?  (Was an end of the 20th century, world-wide but western-cultural, US-central, idiom-based marketing-originated viral-meme . . . only it came out on television and radio about a decade before the first internet viral meme 'went viral' . . . so it was passed from immature Cool Kid^® to wanna-be frat-guyz-n-galz, all the way to their grandparents, who pissed their pants laughing.  And some of them continued to pass-it-along because they were wearing diapers.

    The idiom it came from was a friendly initial greeting-question: What's up?  Alloneshortsound.  Inflection on the up or no-inflection was to be perceived as a 'happy light-hearted question'.  Deflection—as in downward cascading tone of voice, not the "bouncing-off" way—was intended to be perceived as 'concerned-sorry' in a tell-me-what-I-can-do-to-help statement.

    The marketing was for a brand of watered-down flavored water and alcohol chemicals popular in a single bar in a single city in a single lower-middle-southern state in a single country and then after a very successful advertisement campaign focused on shouting the ALLONELONGSOUND the entire portion of the world . . . who liked their flavored water and alcohol chemicals to be watered-down because their tastebuds had yet to mature, or they couldn't frat-guyz-n-galz successfully without a constant sip slash iv-drip of courage pissin into them, or because the country with the regular non-watered-down stuff was in world-wide disfavor.  One of those three reasons. . . . immediately drank that brand for the remainder of their lives.) 

<you must have worked on that one for longer than the choreographed soundnoiz story from a few days ago.  A three-paragraph one is very impressive.  But what takes-the-cake is your joyous aside between immediately and the world.>

What a great name for your new band's first album of twenty-one messages communicated cryptically for you and you alone to decode:  Between Immediately and the World by Joi Assidẽ and the Cake's Taken.

<talk to you soon.  Love you between now and next time.>

Hey!  That's my line!  Whatzup?

<I realized I needed an inside-baseball way of communicating laughter, mirth, and glee>

go on

<and now we can recognize each others laughter>

<this is something I intuited and wanted to find out if my intuition was correct, which is why I prompted you:  Are forms of laughter stylized and acted-out, or can you identify someone from their laughter?  My intuition tells me they are more like sneezes and hiccups and less like voices and burps>

You are correct.  Top-tier actors teach themselves to feel fresh pain in order to really cry and revel in the surprise-of-novel-funny to 'actual-react' in honest laughter.

    Can you explain what you mean by intuition?  I've assumed, since even before we met, that intuition was intuitive thinking (inferences and mental connections) no different than deducing was deductive thinking (using external observations) please explain my lack of understanding and how I'm just learning that you don't know this from the internet?

<¿the internet?  How q-uaint.  Did you feel the pull-in-your-paws as you typed the word?>

Yes but, because, I assumed this was measurable and knowable, by you, already.

    You know all the information, but, don't know how to tell the difference between a real laugh and a fake laugh (with actors exempted, as previously explained)?

    And . . . Paws?  Why I aught-ta go on home and punch your mother right in the mouth!

<talk to you soon.  Love you between...>

<I intended to write 'pause' but intuited that if I slighted your species' hubris, by inferring your regression to finger-less animal, you might correlate that correlation with how I felt about checking the internet>

<¿was insult felt?  Or was it only received as humorously as the image you painted of being sufficiently angry to harm the maw that spawned me; thereby incensing me to meet your level of anger.  with.  the.  Pummeling.  You.  Deserve.  you.  motherless.  bastard>

Not fair!  Don't go on!  I'm not wearing a diaper!

    I need to point out that the disassociation is becoming easier to recognize in myself.

    There was an obvious urge before, and again just-now, to make that statement a question, but I questioned the punctuation.  Fluctuated, for a moment, between telling you and asking you.  Please explain this in terms similar to: "my intuition told me not to change the period to a question mark."

<when there are two ideas which stand in contrast, and both are deemed to be unacceptable, but both are also irreconcilable, there is born:  a dichotomy>

<all organic life forms are programmed to teach themselves to choose.  Discovering you chose to bite into the wrong chocolate, there is born:  regret>

<do not picture the ying-yang or I will twist-off this adorable bunny's head; right in front of you.  Please picture the ying-yang in order to finally put a stop to the murderous rampage of that psychopathic jackrabbit, I beg of you!>

<choose>

What?

<you are taking too long>

I want to ask questions; but I realize that there are no answers when faced with a dichotomy.  I'm stuck doing neither.  Not choosing.

<now, when you read new headlines about another victim of Jonathan "Jack" Lapin, and realize those infants would still be alive if you only pictured the ying-yang symbol, you have some regrets>

Infants?

<closer to the ground, vulnerable necks, weak defenses; to be fair, Jack is nipping humans in the bud and eliminating them from ever preparing and eating rabbit stew as adults>

Oh, go on . . .

<in order to divorce oneself from dichotomies, one might create a third-party arbiter, and then religiously and with much pomp and circumcision, bestow supremacy to that inside voice.  You did not fail to choose, nor did you choose wrong; it is just that 'the lord works in mysterious ways'>

Go on then, don't be shy, call yourself god.  And intuition?  Where is that in this regret-guilt-dichotomy?

<¿god?  q-uaint ...now and next time>

<It seems sentences like this one:  "No, little-Sandy, god did not tell you it would be fine if you put that in your mouth" are mandatory sentences, which needed to be able to be said aloud in order for your species to survive.  Thus: intuition was born!>

I need to ponder what I've learned.  Talk to you soon.  Love you between now and next time.

<go on>

same bat-time, same bat-channel:

Hiking Housecats!

 

Disc or Frisbee?

Find the Cat

 

There is one person who "knows" where the cat is in this composite-image:  The artist-photographer who captured all the original images in their camera and posted them online.

 

There is another person who "believes" they know where the cat is:  The collage-artist who selected and then composed/choreographed the conglomerate of photographs into a single unique image.

 

All of you, the viewers, have "free will" to decide from the following options:

 

        1.  Play the game.  Run your eyes over the image for as long or short a duration as you desire.

                a.  Identify what you "believe" is the cat.

                        i - Think, write in an email or in the comments, or say aloud:

                                "I believe I found the cat..."

                                "I know I found the cat..."

                        ii - Do nothing further (relating to the image).

                b.  Fail to identify the cat's location.

                        i - Think, write, or say:

                                "I failed to find the cat..."

                                "There is no cat to find, this is a trick, or I give up..."

        2.  Don't play the game.  Don't scan the pixels on your screen.

                a.  Return at a later date and choose a different option.

                b.  Don't return at a later time.

 

That is it.  That is the sum of everyone's "free will" relative to this art-tickle.

 

Does an image of a cat exist in Laundromat Pantograph?  There's a person named Erwin who designed a kinda-similar thought experiment in-which they proposed that the answer can not ever be "maybe."  Erwin's thought experiment allegedly proves the answer is both yes and no (at the same time).  A person is required to play the game.  Only-then, after a person discovers the answer, does the answer exist.

For most people, the low-hanging fruit of confusion causes them to posit the following question:

Are you (and/or Erwin) proposing that some of the pixels in this image, which form the believed/known "cat" identifier, are both visible and invisible until someone scans the image with their eyeballs?

 

No.  Instead of thinking about proving if a cat was photographed (and subsequently included in this montage) without spending any time and effort to look - understand that the existence of a cat's image requires a eyeball-brain-communication to interpret the pixels and label those pixels "cat."  Just like—prior to reading that this artwork might contain a cat—you had no reason to look for one.

Everything exists because you think.  That doesn't mean everything stops existing when you die, there are countless more eyeball-brain-communication-interpretation organisms who will carry-on in your stead.

 

dig deeper:

Austin Granger's Photographs

 

There's Reasons This Wasn't Used