CREATIVITY & KNOWLEDGE

When creating for others the creator measures what the viewer is exposed to and in what order it arrives. This process structures a type of "ground" in the "viewer" (reader/listener).
I enjoy pairing ideas with music, the total feel of the song creates a dynamic before or after reading (video follows):

Visit to Collective Consciousness, Extrapolated

Space between complete strangers has grown acrid without a scent to note the change, no sinking sensation bottoming out the gut. Eyes betray an occasional unnamed anger and ferocity. Planners, architects, and their consorts celebrate, compensated to bring this mess about, flaunting adornments commiserate to rarified trappings of success. Touting the greatness of their handlers and superiors up until their death, we won’t know if their last conscious thought was to question.
…Sides apparently chosen by who signs the checks…

Contractors extend our rulers’ reach through technological means to preserve and grow their power, making them immune to mortal consideration. Our living Gods, embodied microscopically along bloodlines, build voids to keep their technology concealed to all but the trained mind. With their machines they can personally step right into you. Macroscopically, the likelihood they do so is proportionate to your ability to fight.
…Most indwellers are autonomic programmed shifts of darkness…

What you know is nothing if you can’t increase profit margin, TV anchors your insight, and get your vaccine early before supplies run out. Physiological health through proper nutrition is impossible. Compounds forced together by a pharmaceutical lab tech are the only course of valid treatment. Corral all damaging pathologies, fragmented piecemeal invasions directed at any system to found an attack on any other system’s susceptibility. Consider the resulting systemic degradation of disparate body functions normal, all treatments redirect and reroute, separating symptoms from cause until pieces fight pieces.
…Keeps heads happy and willing, convinced it’s the order of things…

Their dominion metastasizes first deeper into your psyche then outward into the cosmos, cancer keeps the world in order. Knowledge is our white elephant, too costly to properly attend.
…Stratified to appropriately defeat both knower and victim.



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Speaking on creativity and brain function directly:


"Stimulating the Creative Brain" -14mins
-Presented by someone considered a leader in the neuroscience of creativity.

-At just after 4 min in, he discusses memory and its associations as an inevitable process of neurological function, where associations will stem to other thoughts/memories and their associations.

A poet/"creative" becomes versed in all forms of abstract expression, understanding them requires neurological association, and from this it may be said that William Carlos Williams was right:

The best person to communicate knowledge in written form is a poet.

"Knowledge" is always information communicated as known at the time of the writing, or presentation, it is displayed instantaneously by anyone no matter their intelligence.

A compendium of facts and figures made easily accessible for personal recall does not prove one knowledgeable. It proves they are proficient at regurgitation and nothing more.

Everyone knows their direct observation of their surroundings and situations, and everyone feels how they feel about it at the same time.

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Let's try song first, then a bit of creativity for this one:
Every artist strives for a singular accomplishment: an end product so comprehensive in its "capture" no more need be -or could be- said.

[The song featured in the OP by Astronautalis is one of those feats. Should an artist accomplish something like that in their career their "work" is truly done, and that guy did it on like his first album. (Not sure how many he had at the time.)

Joanna Newsome accomplished it here. IMO, because I wrote it.



Letters Capturing Presence with Passages for Emptiness

Containers regiment indefinite contents to waste energy.
Yell at a leaf to stop falling to forgive the gusting wind.

A second thought, a town of ideas destined to be used, all discards line the alleyways. Old folks remember when it was the other way around, the aging call them liars. Homeless never noticed a change. We are bound by flesh, fume and night.
Enraptured by an unshakable certainty, -a ghost’s body split between the four chambers of our hearts- a need to believe secrets won’t be shared before they’re spoken.
Closer than skin to skin, shedding our casings, our eyes blur as they open, only in each other’s universe. We discuss gravity and what’s meant to be, giving music to perpetual motion. Sweet candy light angles dawn into shimmers and with the universal ground identified,

“Did you see that?”

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Addiction is known by the addict, how does the "knowledge set" of an addict develop and get applied?
Does planning on how to steal for a fix and remain undetected become a normal mental process in certain addicts?

Song first; same mentioned "level of accomplishment" achieved with this one by Bright Eyes. (Cover shown is actually a work of art by an artist that makes pictures out of needlepoint compositions -it is sewn)


Diminishing Returns/Eyes Shut: Starlight

Satellites are my ceremony, nothing is stationary, if you’d look outside their parameters you’d find tiny dirty little dreams floating in a plasma screen, and pixilated fluid in your spine. Wish I could remember how to lie.

May I sleep tonight?

(To anyone in school: This one is grammatically correct.)

Either the carpet’s moving or I can’t be still, laugh out loud if you have to. Put that look into your eyes that puts gravity into play.

Understanding misleads the attitude. Your poutiness will get you everywhere, nothing will change it. Even if you don’t affect reality, smile.

Thank you so much for leaving, it probably sounds selfish, you never offered too much light to the shadows and I’ve given up my body to this one too many times. Each and every time,
“So that’ll do for goodbyes.”
You always dragged the shit out without letting the kids get to sleep. I’ll probably never stop regretting it. Still taste charred granules in my mouth. Let’s just get one thing straight,
“You are no longer welcome.”

I’m all cried out. I know that’ll make you smile. Can’t sleep all night, shaking awake wondering what you’ve done to me. Needing to know which said what. It always hurt when you,
“I’m not leaving.”
When they step out of the shadows and grab my throat to control me speaking, I want to say, ‘I’ll miss you.’ Needing to know what said which. Cut by abrasive laughs. But this, I mean,
“Then why are you here?”

Numb to everything but regret. Apparently you do affect reality, so weep. And dance until empty, never-mind this body’s limp on the floor.

You’ll all become ghosts then, by which I mean you’ll all be the ghosts after I’m gone.

(To anyone in life: This one, formally, is wrong.)

Could you care less?

A soft static electricity forms walls to our cells. We walk the yard for hours trying to remember how it felt to dismantle past bodies and free ourselves from jail. Sorry, got a little shaky there, letting you in on too much of this hell.

Our hearts to solve,

Starlight: Eyes Shut

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Not a feel-good PSA, but if an addict wants to sober up the change MUST be made in themselves, no amount of "demands" an addict makes of the world or those in their lives matter. If the addict doesn't change internally, the addiction will not leave.

Biologically NO ONE is an addict for life; once the substance use is stopped and a few years have passed without its reintroduction, cellular metabolism carrying on as it will eliminates the metabolites of the substance. Hosting metabolites of an elicit substance in your cells through regular use makes the draw of addiction physical.

Thread on the basic biology that is better to know BEFORE anyone attempting to improve their lives by using whole food:
Thread: WHOLE FOOD TREATMENT -UPDATE- AVOID MOLD AND DON'T BE DUMB JUICING

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Song second, "Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise" by The Avett Brothers, with its animated painting video.
Writing first:

To the Wind

Like playing a game, a burning form leans out from a white hot plasma ball then disappears within itself, resurfaces to extend one arm and I took its hand. I was a child.

We shook our heads while looking at a city’s skyline across a misty bay as night fell and pretended we made the lights shiver. Then a morning when ocean became sky over the fog filled shore, seagulls and waves crashing were the noises that stirred me awake. Sand embedded in my skin, stickiness to the air, I was certain had just I met someone.

(Impossible, two bubbles blown by a little girl and boy meet to become one sphere.)

Big people have taken everything, except the rambling motion of two six year olds at play, their vision bouncing over grass to a giant jungle gym in the center of a sandbox. Sometimes a phantom’s hand is in mine, fingers interlaced, and life seems like half of what I decided to accomplish with someone I’ve hardly known.

Two kids start climbing a dome of connected metal-bar triangles from opposite sides, when they meet at the top they consider the monster conquered. In school we called it the eyeball.



"...There's a darkness upon us that's flooded in light, and I'm frightened by those that don't see it." -Line from the song

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Articles of Independence

Perception is pre-requisite to knowledge is pre-requisite to perception is pre-requisite to knowledge is pre-requisite to perception is

Your god is a skyscraper, forty thousand feet high
So your stories about clouds aren’t completely wrong,
Angels comprise the board of directors; walls of the boardroom speak to them
Brainwaves are picked up by receptors lining God’s exterior
Your god’s body transmits them as extra low frequencies
-Low enough to call angels’ hearing a divine ability
They, in turn, assign prayers to appropriate saints and holy men to deliver God’s answers
-Half of you feel some degree of anger, a quarter are quietly laughing hysterically, the rest too afraid to acknowledge the possibility-
If you ponder too long with nothing in mind
Tears well in your eyes, but T.V. taught you to not cry easily
God’s main product is your spirit turned marketable commodity,
And granting promissory benefits, should you meet the conditions
Your God is king, your consciousness subject- this is not cynicism
Keep your head down, don’t ask any questions
Invest in arms manufacturers because your god’s backing both sides
Everything purchased profits the conglomeration
Rejoice in your status, god wants you to have mansions
The better to acquaint you with heaven

Procreate- sex is the release you are to relish in your dark spaces and shame in the open
The firm creates and controls your dark spaces
Keep your head down and don’t ask any questions
Material objects received are love’s record of payment
Collect your pay stubs, count them when you’re lonely
Quantity of possessions is what matters not time spent longing for fulfillment
No expression of love is greater than letting the prolonged turmoil of supporting your family
Slowly kill you- sacrifice yourself and your spirit, at least two of God’s employees did
Should you achieve this, and manage to shut out your inner voice,
god will provide an opening in its ranks, should you fail-
and instead, listen to your soul,
Chances are God will open a position in your name
And your teaching will be manipulated to best serve God’s goal

Perception is pre-requisite to knowledge is pre-requisite to perception is pre-requisite to knowledge is

God transmits at frequencies that render you an individualized consciousness
Subject to the governing whims of a quote-unquote invisible reality,
One that is rendered selectively out of phase to yours by God’s generators
Sub atomic quanta build all reality we vibrate within
Electromagnetic, strong and weak nuclear fields
Your god generates a large portion of these fields
With them he builds a domain from where he exerts his control
Nickola Tesla-
A man who got so close to capitalizing on the truth of reality he had to be eliminated
And while God always appreciates expanding its means of control, it disdains competition
When he died he was recording vibratory signatures of objects and planned to generate appropriate fields, changing their resonance and making them invisible. It did him in.
You can’t invent God’s game and expect to live long enough to share it

You are being told, not asked, to keep your head down and don’t ask any questions
Fill your clubs and bars at least two times a week, sit in front of and listen to
A quote by quote entertainment and ignorance driven ideologue community
God recommends that once a week your spare time and pocket change
Goes to any location designated for congregating,
Preferably one where you will not be asked to pray for peace, but for soldiers,
And pray a righteous victory won’t be too bloody for you to remain meek
Your God is the Anti-Christ,
An overwhelming system of machinations ensuring that what you think is what it means,
Broadcasting streams of images, sounds, and information into your heads
Through vibratory gaps between dimensions

Knowledge is prerequisite to perception.
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This post (words) most directly speaks to the content of most of my threads. (It's a lot of reading,- just an FYI.)
If interested, one series starts here:
Thread: CURRENT STAND AGAINST THE NEW WORLD ORDER *UPDATE* THE NAZI HAND IN HAMAS AND ISRAEL
Another starts here:
Thread: THE NATURE OF REALITY AND

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Here's a photoplay of light off the environment as the locations used by the artist were set up and his presentation
began.



Taking in something like this can shift a viewer's internal contents, and neurologically, assimilating this angle of representation can lead to innovative alignments of thought and memory.

-Referencing the third post here, the TED talk video.

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Arriving Late

How far will we go not admitting we’re haunted, accompanied by a version of us distended from what we live, and which world will dissolve into which?

Excuses plot their own trajectories, bombarding sensibilities like a billion stinging pricks of blood rushing into frozen fingers when it’s below forty outside, you just put on warm gloves, -you know it’ll take a while to feel again, any explanation will suffice, but nothing will change the cause. As we fell into each other you fell away from me, and suppose the extra warmth helped me sleep.

It ran through both of us, but it nestled in your veins longest.

Bodies in proximity can become lullabies forgotten by dawn, when waking up with more weight in the bed and its accompanying sinking sensation, the room brightens before sun breaks the horizon and blurs your peeking eyes. Mornings like these turn anything spoken into accusation and, having given this a night, -ended unconscious- credit this sequence of events to thick, poor lighting mistaken for companionship. Now, my place has to be empty when I shower.

As the legend speaks for itself, an ode to finally knowing, I needed the time spent cowering.

-It was something dry and stale, ever-present in the seaside air, unavoidable despite the fog. There was nothing between us when this started, upon waking, nothing between us before and after, (unless that was you).



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Creativity is pulled from the stream.

It sure is (love your UN), it is reported through the window of a view known and experienced by the creator.

Alright, a BEST ALBUM offering, this is one of the greatest concept albums ever. One of the best "love" songs ever (if the word love in quotes is its own type of love song).

The intro track; it was made when CDs were still the way to go, which aided the concept; nearly every song switches to the next track with little to no space in between.


Story goes the guy who for all intents and purposes is (was) Spiritualized had a seven year love of his life type relationship- during which he stopped using Heroin and got cleaned up. She left him, he relapsed and made this album while he was struggling to "get back" to sober.

-Which is awful, and this isn't to exploit the pain the creator must have been in, but DAMN was that album great work!
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Yesterday

Her eyes and arms, petals and leaves, filled my lungs with sky.

She skipped barefoot in a pasture, a dandelion’s head scattered in grass-blade shadows.

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Interplanetary Physics

Pain has pronounced itself to this degree, a glint of light once bounced on your eyes echoes in the shine every object assumes for the most momentary pass, fibrous nerve rattled tissues hardly register vacuous space. -Collapses parallel one another- the accusation of solid form becomes a weight I no longer care to acknowledge -and propagate- the last of your things left at my place has lost its scent, a piece of sun baked wood becomes my time lingering on the porch.

Never sought attention, only secretly yearned for it afterward. The crux of masculinity is an underground well whose pressure is only released when its covering sediment is cracked, most of the time it yields a singular expression pursued by silence.

-Where we reside, tracing pockets of air you occupied longest as if the atmosphere hasn’t changed, these weather patterns vex our souls,
“…an impossible to measure amount of causal inputs.” -Lorentz

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"Sorrow Boy" by Akron/Family (I hear them called "Akron Family"). This was their first album and it was a masterpiece.

Story goes they were all cramped in a tiny NY apartment waiting for schedules and recording issues to align so they could record the album. It took like 2 years and they all used the time to "obsess over tones" -I paraphrased what I heard the guy said. The result was an amazing album.

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Thread: WORDS... What do they mean?

Thread: How many of you know wordplay is a spiritual method of unlocking dimensions of understanding in a word?

The ANNUMOLE is the source of creativity

And Yur Killing it


ByE Bye Multiverses Imploding Omniverse Poof

I'm watching the vid posted by "M", the presentation on language by Robert Anton Wilson in the first linked thread now, real cool. Thanks

“Alive”

Time spent there grew tiresome and dimmed my eyes. What I hoped to find turned out to be the shadows of what people like to pretend they will become.


-play loud

(If that's a poem it's beautiful.) If it's a response:

You are far too sensitive if this is killing anything for you.
You speak in tones suggesting you understand:

Heightened Sensitivities Block Awareness

-But something about the lymeric is off, after all:

At most this thread is a series of instances in someone's day.

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Te. noun. In Taoism, the power through which the Tao is made manifest or is actualized. In Confucianism, the virtuous moral strength embodied in wise people, upon which they rely in times of distress.

I want to believe

Let go of what you are to become what you maybe

Is the indigenous chant for strengthening the process described in the definition enough for "it" to slightly alter awareness?

Many things can be done with this composition once it has entered beings who can use it. (Specifically thinking of its "modernized" elements and its quality intrinsic to all existence, -which is the fact of its "indigenous" elements.)

I enjoy their name, the words and the name of the song, it has a didactic quality.

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TOOL 46 & 2, from the album Aenima.

"The title Ænima is a combination of the words 'anima' (Latin for 'soul' and associated with the ideas of "life force", and a term often used by psychologist Carl Jung) and 'enema', the medical procedure involving the injection of fluids into the rectum." [link to en.wikipedia.org (secure)]

The song is didactic in that it is a creative work that can be used to teach, the "study" is Jungian Psychology.
The vid is a "sub-work" itself. It is the song paired to a sequence of scenes from the movie "Pan's Labyrinth". (Jungian psychology bit is after the vid.)

-Link to same vid posted by different user: [link to www.youtube.com (secure)]
Vid- again from different user:


In Jungian Psychology, the shadow is the "apparent" fixture of individual awareness, it is never seen directly and it assembles how we know what we know and feel.

The term represents an indispensable process through which awareness is structured into what we know and feel about anything at anytime.

-(My words)
Now:

Sense of the Common

All the time we have is what we find dissolute and fractured, convinced there are more conquests to be mounted, more expeditions awaiting fiscal appropriation, awaking gradually more tired than we were the night before and ever less certain of the confidence mirrors provide.

-Digitized processors burning skin from the inside until it cracks unless you can afford the upgrade.
“It was so nice knowing you,” -an echo gaining substance.

(As laughter begins in the pure hearted and spreads into blackened mortar, zeroing in on its target.)

Sometimes walking marks my feet heavy, my legs gain a previously unconscious mass that climbs to conquer my lower torso, and other days I’m lighter than air. I don’t appreciate either.

“Tomorrow we’ll head to the shore, my love, and scavenge through what the tide left.”

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HIP HOP

1. Rhymes register in the "upper" subconscious, arranging a potentially different method of processing what is between the rhyming syllables.

I was a freshman in high school when I got a copy of "3 ft High and Rising" by De La Soul. Their biggest hit off that album, after "Me, Myself, and I" was "Potholes in My Lawn".


-I lived in Santa Barbara CA, and when I was a junior in highschool it FINALLY dawned on me:

If you have no front yard, the street is your "lawn"!
Now that's teaching.

2. HipHop DJing- I was blessed enough to know a hiphop where real wax-LP DJing was standard. (It by and large never left the "underground" throughout that period.)

The process of mixing and scratching the breakbeat to the "rest" on the second LP (I was never near a DJ, it's the best I can do) is an art of blending cuts and gaps between breaks that turn the composition into its own "voice".

I always treasured DJ work. Here's two, this one is more innovative DJ work through intro - I'm thinking at 5 min mark, that track, vid has whole album.


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-This is more innovative in the outro (starting at about 2m2s):


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For a World that Talks Too Much

-Constructive brooding, adolescence wasted if you don’t discover that in the end, no one you modeled your behavior after is worth adoration. Hashtag thumb-sprain, build an internal cavity, mark your time here; social media is screams into an abyss and smiles awaiting an echo.

Discarded as bitter, accepted as intimate intimidation, your presence, the unnerving blanket disturbance apportioning space to present this body.

-Missing the irony, prone to be offended if only to fulfill a secret protocol that defines you, trembling invisibly as everyone in your party looks to each other to be the next to speak. Take this covert misery, assuage this grating happenstance, we’ve coughed, laughed, sighed, and breathed through everyone’s lungs; checklist complete.

Communication depends on words when all else fails.

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Point 3 of HIP HOP. -Last post

Hip hop at its core began as a regional "punk music" movement. Where punk began as direct angst expressed without regard for trained artistry, hip hop began as a "structured scream" built from elements at hand:

The first minute of this puts that in a nutshell (through a different perspective). The vid is 15m long, if the rest is worth it...


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(Words first)

Forms/Eyes Shut: Starlight

Philosophical fronts for gaseous backdrops extending to never to be reached horizons, and cool discussions as evening chills become the time of year that calls for a light blanket:

Demanding to move forward despite physicality splitting into screaming, desiccated, frantic unbinding durations of memories bound to flesh, flesh betraying piecemeal holds, each allotment bound to experience-specific combinations of cells for containment of horrors, unspeakable tortures and discounted pleasures, when cold air nestles into your neck.

She got the dog-tag this time, she got the spiked collar, forced to crawl on all fours all weekend, only fed shit and piss in animal dishes. Once she refused and was beaten unconscious, awoke when the speedball hit, was passed around to her evening’s six owners until Monday, then shot dead, she went into a warzone then got kidnapped into a rape network, she was never seen again.

Send me to battle, regimented definitions notwithstanding, promote me to front office, -for complaining loudest about why no one should ever have to hear about these types of things.

Discounted formularies build from static bubbles the society of social behavior engineers, wifi-signals and unseen transfer mediums wash upon the shores of your being:

Facial expressions set by never conceived parameters, how syllables reverberate forth from vocal chords to play on ear drums before neural networks coordinate nervous system response; the castle and the shack, the temple and the untouchable caste, -how we feel demanding fair treatment- stripped naked, paraded through glowing media-signal halls.

He got a special invite to become an altar boy this time, this time, at his fourth-grade swim meet, he shattered to a floundering collapse into the pool off the dive platform at the whistle, treading, shivering, complaining the water’s too cold, and it was a hundred and five that day. His father’s shame opened a chasm in his back, and he has stuttered since what happened in the sacristy.

What corridors encourage behaviors, and where do they reside?

-At its face an easy conversation between new lovers on a blanket spread-out on a spring day in a pasture exclusive to those two. Six feet lower, dark, grumbling trembles quake the earth to augment their lovemaking and give ground to a floating, invisible recording device never imagined. Their candid performance gets top dollar, it was such a genuine expression in such a hallowed exchange of souls it became a millionaire’s distraction as he pined for a ten year old.

We felt darkness differentiate from night around a small fire this time and we flooded hospital emergency entrance halls, so collectively assaulted by blast radius repercussions blood poured from our ears. We bruised, fractured, with singed plods of skin between places where abrasions will scar, and we were haunted by presences determined to remain hidden, encroaching from flame to shadow.

Starlight: Eyes Shut



This was the first album from Iron and Wine (I heard) recorded with studio players. The guy made like six albums tracking each instrument and vocal himself, using bands only for tours until then. (Which sounds unbelievable, though I&W is typically bare-bones, and I'm pretty sure I read it in a write up about this album's release.)

I was encouraged to see other additions, and they are always welcome.

My next post will be further into some Jungian type concepts and works created for mass viewing. Part of it will build off the vid set to the TOOL song posted above.

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The movie “Seven”, with Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman, and Kevin Spacey, basic synopsis:

Spacey plays a spree/serial killer named “John Doe” who is “empowered” to murder people because each of his victims broke one of the Seven Deadly sins.

Once I was assigned an English assignment involving the film. The lecture was about Plato's idea that works made for mass viewing are invariably presentations of society’s dream.

All consciously aware sentient beings living as the creator (creator is one of those beings) in his wildest imaginations, can only reflect a total subconscious or unconscious “notion” residing in the “collective” awareness of individuated sentience. This isn’t dependent on agreement that there is collective an unconscious and subconscious; because all of existence lives out individual lives at the same time, the argument is creations representing "society's dreams" are unavoidable.

The paper identified Spacey’s character as the “everyman”, where the narrative of the story demonstrates how easily man is swayed to act on individual moral conviction, disregarding universal ethics. John Doe acted out his individual morality, following it past the “line” of ethical behavior, and as a microcosm of mankind’s overall behavior, it fictionalizes a commonality: Man is prone to act on an individual view, even against what is right or wrong, even when his actions are to another’s detriment.

TOOL’s “46 & 2” set to the “Pan’s Labyrinth” clip(s):
vid is posted below as well (song was previously posted):

Reading it as a “dream” using the Jungian idea of Archetypes, it is a statement on the psyche of a pedophile. (PEDO RAPIST)

To the PEDO, a child only exists as a source of tactile satisfaction. Their whole being is the expression of consuming the essence of their victim, and this consumption is interpreted by the PEDO RAPIST as an expression of love.

Though the domineering presence and intent of the RAPIST as known by the victim is one of an inhumane, incomplete being, hardly recognizable as a person in the world, it is an impression of the PEDO RAPSIT that dawns on the victim later in life. This is not only because they are now capable of higher processing, but because in most cases their entire world was structured around them in a way that allowed their RAPIST access (from the victim’s view).

Such calculated orchestration to force sexual behavior upon a child too young to process their own sensory response, such obsession as the RAPIST taking it upon himself to “teach” what responses are correct to their RAPE VICTIM, yields a “fixture” in the (collective) psyche.

Archetypes are those fixtures, in the Pan's Labyrinth clips the “Demon Being” is the archetype of the PEDO RAPIST:

A creature whose most basic functions are dependent upon having victims, it is a whist of a form, of no substance other than the acts required to meet the sensory satisfaction of raping children.

Having no vision fit for creation, it steals its eyes from its victim. This is demonstrated in how common it is a PEDO RAPIST pretends publicly to adore a child’s original, new and fresh worldview so much they like to "think of themselves" as a child.

For the Demon to see, stolen eyes must be paced in its hands because no other means of gathering knowledge of their victim matter to a PEDO RAPIST.
Link to vid:
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Vid:


-people may want another watch with the words in mind

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