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“If I can reason with it and if I find sense in it, then there is common sense between my found sense and my own reasoning. Yet, there might very well be no common sense outside of that, nor found by the external observer, the latter who might perceive but folly.”
—animasuri’22
Hushing until we no longer see each or one self is the ultimate silencing of an ego. Though not one of spiritual enlightenment, more one of imposed dilapidated zombification. And yet, and yet and yet then there is one or other hidden stage, squeekingly behind, in-between, a digital seamless door, which one can identify and carve open, with screams of surprise or a kind whispered silence of the written rapprochement and of that what needed no restoration: the Viennese Barbarian. — animasuri’22
