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#1
Literate Chaotic / 42, douglas adams, rainbows~!
June 05, 2010, 11:42:00 PM
Ok this is a quote(http://www.huge-entity.com/2007/05/how-things-become-part-i-infinity-of.html), but still, A 42 answer meaning that has relevence?!?

"""The perceiver's position in an architectural, or merely physical space, determines the dimensional imperatives of that person's mental qualia. It is interesting to note that each viewer of a rainbow stands at the centre of their very own optical illusion; that light, once split into its component colours, streams - within the constraints of nature - upon a mathematically defined axis, of no more or less than 42° relative to each perceiver's location. There is no definitive rainbow, indeed no absolute dimension from which one could view a rainbow, a horizon or simply a piece of architectural design. The ethereal qualities of light juxtaposed upon an infinity of possible perspectives extends interpretation into the realm of chaos. Throw into consciousness the essence of 'what it is like to be' (known in philosophy of mind as 'qualia'), and human caprice may very well define the clarification of any meaning as a pure impossibility."""


I am FILLED with joy.

really.
#2
Literate Chaotic / Mapping the terrain.
May 19, 2010, 04:11:28 AM
If the terrain is the map and the map is an individual ego/personality then isn't the terrain also, conceptually, god?

Warning: Definitions may become blurry as you enter the white light of mysticism.
#3
Bring and Brag / Black Eyes.
April 05, 2010, 06:49:23 PM
My eyes see everything. My heart feels everything. Knowing so clearly I feel blind. The light feels like darkness and death's not a secret anymore. My eyes are black and without needing a reason why my soul is screaming so quietly. Pain like melted butter, like pleasure, just like happiness. Like a slit wrist crying softly, ecstatic, life blood pouring out. Never mind those promises. Smile when no ones looking, no ones ever really looking. A spirit in the darkness, the other lights are just fading dreams, sweet and lost. Other peoples pale reflections are the ghosts of hope. I just want to touch. I can't feel their caressing hands, my black eyes watch their pretend kisses and love, and my black eyes laugh.

nerina