The active activity of “coming together as-a-form-of-layered-reflection” is a statue for the weathered intoxication as a romance symbol not previously felt in the space creation vehicle. At the point of harrowing result, the curious examiner of the felt vibes of the decay situation is careful not to attract the listening party away from the violence.
At the purpose of examining the cause of felt miracles (and much more) the prompting coagulation of contemplation brings the examiner the peace allowed for resuming non-self examination.
Remember, you, you, you and all (you) beings are the participators (or rebellious ‘anti goers’ of the participation if you wish too) of the universal study of unity.
In this piece, we already have documented the elements that seem to be un-doubted and allowed the words to fit for awhile…but we’ll be turning them soon so that the honest junctures can be a cause (that) whomever may notice may authoritatively manage.
If you look at (or more precisely- “listen to”) a soundtrack album containing coming-togethers of artist compositions, the focus is mainly on an examination and a unity. The listener is the examiner and the compositions themselves display a unity.
When one previews the examination of the limitlessness, that one can let the self dissolve, but be as it is as an art of some kind. And because there are no words at that point, it would be understood that the variety of expansiveness is a vacation from the used mechanics (which don’t exist).
In the least most relative way, it could be said that temporarily understanding the supposed nature of self violates the ignorant nature of pre-cognition. Also, once self is afraid, it is not of that unity. Everything except for himself is unity. That is the modular pocket of the depressive artist.
But this levitation also assumes that without self is unity. That is not the nature of the depressive person. Everything except for the repetition of slave listeners in numeric value is overwhelmed with contemplation, and that it is…a such. The kind of such that lists the space-age object as an informational competitor in local volumes of squirmy data (written on booklets of hemp and organized crime)… markets of devalued process, vortexes of base literature that throws roses on the city streets of mayhem and self-indulgence.
Call me crazy but I like the crass model of directional peace.
Where it goes with the music is a contradictory museum of ready made non-agenda.
And that is the suit we’re wearing for the rebellion…it’s an inflation intellect but most importantly, intention.
Examination and disappearance.