∆Remember Us∆

The Rhythm of Entropy and the Transcribed Monologue
••• I. The Channel and the Rhythm
Did I ever share this with you? It’s Compressed within a transcribed stream of consciousness ••And Was recorded a year or so ago. ••admittedly I had been awake for a couple of days, writing and sketching frameworks for projects and -what have You. •••I had gotten to a point where it felt like what I was doing wasn’t even coming from me; it was more of a pressure than anything else prescribed by Human Force. I merely had to recognize it and allow for it a channel outside of my body.
•••There’s rhythm in everything, as everything moves in accordance with the laws of quantum mechanics. So, I’m talking really about the Rhythm of Entropy // the idea that things are burning away because as energy vibrates, it creates form. That form requires a certain amount of Attention, which transmutes the energy of whatever (or whomever) is receiving the resonant state of the form or idea for how it is conveyed and ultimately able to be physiologically understood.
•••In fact, we know only of this Law of Nature // or metaphysics // as being something temporarily convenient for defining Forms, Sound, Motion, and ultimately this rhythm as such described.
II. The Night of the Soliloquy
What I mean is that in that night, when I recorded the audio and transcribed it // subtitled my words and voice into a text format so that I could transform the entire speech, monologue, or even soliloquy (since it was in some ways in character) // it was an emotive willingness that came about the voice and mind. It was evoked by myself after concentrating for so long and recursively checking in with the ideas being held, like weaving together invisible threads.
••••Within what’s tangibly perceived by the senses, it is mere speculation in relation to It. When in scripture it reads: “What we deal with by nature is not by any means flesh and blood,” but what is struggled against in this life is of spiritual inclination and matters of spirit alone. The spirit is simply the precipitate of the body. Body culminates from internal pressure; flesh is bound from within. As the spiral has long served humans of modernity and antiquity alike, it represents the essence of what Urges. It urges all things into Will.

III. The Sinking Sands of Time
•••What I recorded that morning // since the night was stretched so long and thin it transformed // I watched without cowardice as another precious day, stuck in motion, shifted through these pressures onto solid mass. The amalgamation of my concentrated imagination was recursively binding the ephemeral experience from the internal (perhaps better understood as liminal) spaces of a colorless pocket of mind.
•••In that space, the only forms of light are ever-present until death, without expression until felt and willed into flesh by a natural sense of desire. An animated sensation takes over us in each moment caught within a grain of sand. Hours fall and time shatters in relented effort to sustain or suspend it. To watch and follow the sands as they fall is nonetheless sinking.
That’s why time moves slower when you watch it. It cannot be watched; time serves only as a function of some Greater Love, of some Eternal Remembrance.
IV. The Borrowed Love and the Shepherd
•••What I learned that night // when I wrote this speech and had a 50-dollar human-sounding TTS AI voice read it over at 0.85x speed // was the realization that only God has permission to comprehend and ultimately receive time in such a backward manner. It is ultimately a mechanism that serves Him, and only Him, as it is His love that we borrow.
•••It was our fleshly bones that once needed redemption. It was once the human who awaited a Messiah, a Lord, a Shepherd sent to herd us Lions. He allowed for what is given in such a way that it is the Mighty Father who permits him to sanctify our mortal hearts, which are, in fact, soaked by sin. The blood of the Lamb will redeem us, for no pride felt here is ever capable of dismissing the Truth that stays forever.
Blink and you’ll miss it.

• What does it mean to be human? For God.
  • What does it mean to be God? For my lazy soul, it’s a prolonged act of waiting.
    •••I am ashamed to admit once again, in an effort of damnation, I have failed to transcribe these urges penultimately. However, the smallest of seeds can one day reap a bountiful and everlasting harvest. The fruits of all labors must be shared. The labors of the spirit, therefore, must be intended for confirming behaviors.V.
  • The Magikarp and the Job of Forgetting
    ••• What we are // yes, even the damn dog; yes, even the Level 4 Magikarps that could (or perhaps would not) ever reach Gyarados // exists for good reason. We cannot remember, though, such pivotal inclinations that move us. I am here now at 12:33 to reflect on the importance of acknowledging that it is not our job to remember. And what is remembered at all? •••Isn’t it funny that once ideas and forms and principles are fully and vitally comprehended by the soul, it’s almost as though what we learned might as well have always been there? It’s like to begin is to forget.
    Beginnings are such delicate times, and the ends are always brittle, fragile, as entropy ensues and energy animates the soul of the world’s body. Our minds can become more and more attuned. It’s only when the channel of “Who” is disclosed and reverted back with sympathetic justice.
    •••VI. The Assigned “I”
    “I” is not “I.” Although what is true is that I did not first choose to understand. I have remembered my role only as God has made it clear // it being I, being me. That too was first remembered, as is to be heard between two wise men in a perpetual debate regarding origin.
    •••In conversation, yesterday’s fools are today’s wise men; thus, we should not remember at all. In truth, it cannot serve us. There was none of my own behavior before me either. Even if you, like many wiser fools, find it within yourself to will your mind outside of the space you’ve assigned it, you’ll see that truth must persist to appear to be the case.
    •••At first, WHO and WHAT I am was assigned before my birth. You could very well put forth an objection towards what the religious mind might do in accordance with Divinity // the understanding that since God made the dirt, His hands must have been dirty. But not dirty in the way I understand dirt to be. No, a necessary filth.
    VII. Space, Form, and the Final Act
    ••Even if you argue from an agnostic, mainstream academic viewpoint, behavior and the functions of human construction exist primarily as causes for survival in a manner paralleled to the environment that satiates our external, natural experiences.
    The human does not live in spaces as other animals do. •••No. Because the space itself is comprised of mental components. I know this is true. I’ve seen filthy faces and images of men and women who lie with their lies in the dirt for their rest, comfortably in damnation against themselves. Willing or unwillingly, at their last breath, they are the ones who describe what they are and where that is.
    ••In order to define a thing, you must first describe what that thing does. To bring about shape and form is fundamentally no different from ideas and mind. Where we exist and what we are is entirely defined by what we do.
• ••When I walk, I don’t just dangle my legs in empty space; I move my body in relationship with a room.
• ••That room is a Form.
• ••That room is a Body.
  All bodies // whether the vessel of Earth or the domains of skeleton and flesh // are something that stands and is suspended by Attention to exist for some remembered reason. •••Who were we to be if, logically, all we ever are is the reaction of something else?
  •••It leads you back to the Two Old Fools. It is a fool who acts so recklessly within himself as to not understand that what they have is borrowed. What they own does not last beyond Time itself, which is the realm where “lasting” occurs. If it lasts, then surely it was not of body or flesh. What lasts is the infinite well within our souls that calls us to search within, urging us to let go and recall whom we are and what we came to do.
  •••Who am I? I need to know what I do. And that means penultimately so. By no means disqualified by interpretation, it is required that we seek to interpret it Holy, in reverence of God and in that internal, liminal space within a concentrated mind.
  •••Can we finally feel free to let go? Once that rhythm comes naturally, it moves you itself. And suddenly, you remember why you came