retrogressive viroid neuron planned burn

being is dead   and nothing is because it isn’t

via Sole

automatisms

overlapping singularities

temporal luddism

wrenches in pieces thrown scattered eyes that hear

the many machines they are to proto humans

whoever patterns the past

fractal suicide outside of the planck hubble

cosmological dejection selection

rubble from vapor

of which are  insectoid drones

laser  cameras appearing to unsettle the dirge of insurgent nerves

once twice happens the multiple tokens will drive your motions to the bottom of a placebo pill factory

stepping on my throat

malformed fossil laden artifacts. a dim lit shanty on the shores of realities children. monolith of fountains of sand and powdered metal traces of the blood of gaian fictives who believe themselves into mythical existence

. the sun chases into orbital dissonance.

  the world was like scaffolding set in the drainpipes full of streams of cascading stone. forms of night from the daytime . once a canvas for corroding spectacle. there was no plan that set the eyes to see. no plan to set the ears to hear.

accidents are happening everyday. battle plans are mastered in every way.

the tilt a whirl earth getting swallowed by the absence of vitality

mind as mine field, mine as no one. diffusion. perceptual resolution. thoughts, stocks parading investment of brain grenades. revolution is the painted current sea polluted by the rains of the deserted mountains that acid has destroyed. you don’t pay rent here and we and i think you should go as ashes in a jet stream. designs only dead gods can see in some obscure colloquial that everyone left will learn. who tries us when we’re all criminals, especially the justice, self chosen to be the judge of fluxus. there’s a man trapped in the concrete pillar. there’s a bridge built of destroyed habitats. walk away and we never has this lack of conversation.

the neuropolis. cognition bomb. trained seals of netherworld spirits. a tame rent. drinking what comes out of the knows. in the object direction. safety light. melted handles. the trees have nerves and the earth buries the conductors. the tune of canned gold for absentia. the moon has taken over. 

when sense cannot be founded, idiotic and temporary trends pave the way, chokeing on quicksand, death is the tempered autonomous

the universe was once a many of ten directions of time, a smooth pane of reflective nothing. matter is this carcass, process of the empty salient things as pus from dry and cracking wounds hollowed out by bile., the shattered cavern.  organs of donated space let out a stench that is the fumes of that which cannot live or die.not to be or be. a music perpetuited in its moaning. the brane mind, dualistic vacuous partition of non-selving elbow room. musical government of anima nervousa. 

Socrates is considered one of the most brilliant examples of erudition. It is ironic that a man with the power of argument such as Socrates may not have considered himself to be the most influential of men. Nor did he openly consider himself to be of the wisest,as far as the records of Plato, that have been preserved and shown in such a widespread and academic manner.

Regardless, the legend of the “man”, Socrates, has reached idyllic status and he is prided as an example for all philosophers to follow. Perhaps the ideal of Socrates is an elaboration of what the ancients considered to be the immutable “idea” in the form of the human substance that populated the earth in its anthropocentric ignorance of the “thing in itself” or the carcass, noumena.

Due to his insistent elaboration and relentless questioning of the vacuous  knowledge of those who claim they are knowledgeable in full, he attracted a number of the philosophers and youth of Athens. The followers were in search of the pinnacles of cognitive economy through a fetishized pre-epistemology of chaotic rationality.

These friends as well as enemies who sought Socrates in order to challenge what some considered his wisdom would lead the observer down a winding path of what has become lineated.Socrates challenged others thinking and in turn he was accused of being a corrupter of the minds of the youth of Athens and his peers who would either follow or revile Socrates.

The nature of the ancient remnants of Plato’s dialogues that included Socrates continuously reveals a figure of a character that was steeped in the speech of locating phenomena in the outreaching clutches of the mental rift and the illusory space and time of reason. I say this in the sense of Kant’s overturned dichotomies of phenomena and noumena and the relation between the shadows in the cave and the outside which was considered in “The Republic” of Plato. The illusion of the real, the veil of ideation and promiscuous cerebreality, all sought to conquer those who could not conquer themselves. That is the non-method of Socrates, not a self-deprecating as the Cynic, yet almost sarcastically disarming himself as he was of becoming, an explosive set to detonate only to choke on hemlock.

Furthering the potent envy and jealousy of non-knowledge, the ancient line of thought of virtue emerges as the Delphic Oracle itself had “spoken” and had riddled that Socrates was the wisest man. And it seems as if his accusers were disturbed by this implication. It is for these reasons that Socrates was brought to trial in Athens and although he explicated in speech the contents of an argument in his own defense, his relentless questions that asserted the thrall of uncertainty, it seems as if it was a modest attempt to appeal to the Athenian state through self-denial and defiant allegiance.

Socrates was a detailed speaker. He had seldom left any supposed truth unturned. He claimed that he was seeking truth and that he questioned in order to find the truth. The truth is elusive and a special effect of sorts that observers tend to hallucinate collectively. It’s a wonder that he stopped there and did not mar the state. Or did he cease at nothing? The notion that he would question any claim to truth or knowledge played a major factor in the accusation that he was a corrupter of his “followers”. It can even be considered that he was the leader of a cult although he apparently did not think that he was such a figure. Regardless, his followers and challengers always would receive the gift of the doubt of certain knowledge upon arriving and leaving the seemingly fictional presence of the great Socrates.

According to Plato’s dialogues, Socrates leadership status, unofficial but as it stands it was an exaggerated assumption, may be an unintended consideration in the eyes of the man himself. But, in examining the presented skeleton of language and artifacts that was Socrates, one must question the man himself if at all possible. That is, if he existed as such, as well as the positions and words attributed to his accusers. Of course the elaborate dialogues of the favoring Plato seem to feed into the man and myth of Socrates. They contribute to the elevation of Socrates as the greatest philosopher in the Occidental tradition. It is now clear that what he spoke of, in the unspoken was an unquivering hand and its attempts to clasp death through the illusion that is mind.

I presume that if events and persons such as those in the Apology dialogue were to emerge today, there would also be a number of detractors with their accusations much like in Plato’s dialogue. The difference one faces in comparing the two ages, both that of ancient Greece and the current Information Age, may lead the inquisitive to think that the complexified myriad of situations in which monadic egos have been reproduced exponentially may result in less than death.

It is but a slowly irrupting digestion in the dead intestine of the boy inside the wolf he cried over. The prolongation of media simulations that would be available to both a present day juridical court situation and the less than deified non-sensation that are present day philosophers seems to only lead to a Socratic machines infinite death by the hemlock of self-important overdose on cannibalized thought.
Socrates never laid claim to knowledge and the men who challenged his supposed wisdom were intent on proving that they themselves were “in possession” of such knowledge claims.

As I mentioned, it would be not altogether unreasonable that Socrates was brought to trial because of jealousy that was brought about by his feigned ignorance. The accusers were intent on proving that Socrates was the source of corruption because of this favoring of unspoken emptiness and they plotted a trial in which the character of Socrates was to be destroyed. It was only as immortal as the media of which the name Socrates appears. Perhaps he was to give his life in vain, or that is was all for the democracy that the slaves of Athens could never obtain without the whips of their masters powerful ignorance, both Socratic and of the juridical sort.

Careful argumentation on the part of Socrates was rendered in his self defense. He had claimed that he did not possess knowledge and that, unlike the Sophists, he would not charge payment to the youth who had followed him for knowledge he did not have in his possession. Clearly he was either being sarcastic or he presumed that the cognitive commodity fetish was not worth the money that the sophists had received for imparting their ignorance upon unwilling epistemic vessels of incompetence.

Overall, I feel I have repeated myself enough that Socrates tried to pretend that he was not the wise man of ancient Athens. His words convicted him of both knowledge and ignorance and the illusion of the durability of accident and resilient artifacts on which Plato inscribed the legendary leader who would not follow himself. This occurs all the while, claiming that one should “Know thyself”. I feel that his mark is indelible but at the same time that he should have escaped in order to reason another day and pass down a greater legacy to meditate upon, criticize through query, and suspend frivolous judgments when wading in its wake. The enemies of Socrates were envious of his nothingness.

hallucinations are the flies of the phantom organ organism phantoms

the extended mind

some say the universe is chaos without them.

self-ordinal forcing order and that  eludes indefinitely.

when can we walk outside of our universe and see that this is where time resides

now that we’re on the inside of outside. not the inside of our thinking

may not think foolish yet chases words and other informations in hopes to elude the disorder of what isn’t necessarily cessation. is it misappropriation to deceive an absence of self, on a conveyor belt of which it stands transfixed to omnivorous resumption. their is more to this absence; there it is moored in obsession with forgetting and rejected by oblivion’s dust and illusory motion, stationary human formless integration calculations …ding an sich

devouring hours as if life held a position of power

each thought is another “big Bang” masquerading light at no infinite speed

the limit is big business, the crown is decapitation, playing your life backwards reminds you that it is not of your possession

revive to leave for dead. shape change in shade arc welding and shelving anti-matters

drug dealers have nuclear weapons and nanotech diffusion computers on the day before yesterday in veins playing the plague on the ipod of excremental exit strategy.

am a submarine in a continuum media charging dynamic pulse wire swallow the cage

and  thought it was the way they told . the problem was how much more can it resist claiming in the braining that transistor particle pounding at the rate of p-adic decimals of decibels of main frame information drains and thought is what accumulates when the exit is blocked and tears are shocked into the form of the symbolic