Originally posted by XXXN3O
reply to post by letthereaderunderstand
I think I get what your saying actually.
Im unsure about the 10th though.
So would I be right in saying that im reaching a crossroads with myself in terms of parts of this life that are happening in every single different
Bit like infinity crossing over itself?
Another good example would be if you have met someone that you feel like you have known forever but only just met. Destiny no matter what the
Correct me if im wrong but thats my interpretation of what you have written and sometimes I can go all the way down the wrong path before hitting that
[edit on 8-1-2009 by XXXN3O]
What is weird is when I read this thread, as with all of your posts, it happens to me.
In finite quantities, does infinity brim, you know how many times we will say this again?
I want to ask why, but I remember Y. I remember waking up before it was done in flashes and colors, even numbers for some, 10 was one to the infinite
power, but infinity doesn't remember, not even 1 hour.
I have to ask myself, do I want to see? I've seen it before, but always hope differently. It is never different, my stay and my leave and no matter
what I do, they still are one me.
My question is always, why would I split myself in two, because infinity always comes back by going through.
I know, if for some reason or for no reason at all, If I get lost, I am to come here to this wall. It's a model of sorts that reminds me of my days
and how my knowledge increases in drama filled ways. But when the drama is gone, and the rush is complete, I snuggle with the ground for a 1000yr
retreat. I always wake up to the same different things and have to start building all over again.
I forget to remember, so that when I do, I can pass on information to my friends like you, and you do for me too, we both choose to forget, but now
here we are remembering it.
Why am I rhyming? Words stick together. Find the words sticking and you will remember.
Sorry XXXN30, I really don't mean to go off, it just comes out, but I know it is supposed to be that way for some reason?
It's starting to creep me out a little.
I'm not kidding, only with your posts does this happen. My mind goes into a rythem...I don't know how to explain it.
I have to purposely try not to do it.....and.....not ....easy....lol
Do we serve memory or does memory serve us?
Peace always to you, ltru