I dream of little pink pocket monkeys too...and Husserlian transcendental phenomenology, and Nietzsche's Philosophy as Literature....all gift-wrapped and thrown at me while I sleep..
Thank you for that (truth exists no matter how relative).....I feel like I've been trying to articulate that to myself forever but never quite knowing how....
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I dream of little pink pocket monkeys too...and Husserlian transcendental phenomenology, and Nietzsche's Philosophy as Literature....all gift-wrapped and thrown at me while I sleep..
really?
nope.
no really...c'mon
well....let's just say those are two of the books under the pink monkey...
So sometimes yes, they can make their way into my crooked dreams....
You got me. Its all true :)
What's all true?
the window... shedding light on all that is in the room... that's what is true...
true?
real?
monkey mind?
trust me... in a room the most truthful thing is the window...
and truth exists... no matter how relative it might be...
:)
Thank you for that (truth exists no matter how relative).....I feel like I've been trying to articulate that to myself forever but never quite knowing how....
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