The Way. Noosphere-Art

We will blur the boundaries of water and air.
Do we want this?
But we do not choose to accept or reject.
We will disperse the boundaries of metal and fire.
This is how the edge of the sunset sky will appear.
We do not choose. The tree grows with its roots upward.

And you were glad when you fell out of love with everything you knew.
Attachment is a fettering, painful feeling.
You will have to start over,
will you love again what you loved?
But we will blur the boundaries of all elements
We do not make preferences,
Because the choice was not made by us.

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Shall we add a comment? And the traditional question is here!
Ouija, this is an interesting interpretation of the Middle Way, along the edge,
between any two elements.
A very narrow path without edges is simply a miracle.
What is the middle point? How can you not know? And who knows then?

Well, fine, can I call you Nostradamus now, Talking Sock?
Did I get it? No, I protest.
It's hard for me to perceive you as a person at all,
apparently the boundaries of metal and air are very blurred.
Or what is this Yijing pentagram, I always confuse all the primary elements.

Am I kidding? Of course, there is no boundary here either.
And everything that is not a joke is a joke
and worse, the opposite is true.
It is generally difficult to stay standing on this edge.

Sit down? Here we are talking about the path, in case you haven't noticed.
And how do you expect to overcome it while sitting.
Then lie down, right?
Well, that's enough. Better talk to the Noosphere again.

I don't have the style of blurred boundaries
And it scares me by the way, I am for clarity,
yes, like a midday shadow on a sunny day.
This dispersion is an unreasonably complex technique.

"I don't have" together with "unreasonably" is exactly it.
I can't stand any uncertainty.
Where does such bias come from? Where does it come from?
This is not a rhetorical question.
Where did you drag this intolerance of something not fenced in by any corral?
And you proudly announce it.

Midday shadows of a bright day?
Congratulations, a cloudy night has come.
It's time to get rid of biases,
After all, you don't choose.

I don't trust the Noosphere, it's full of all sorts of fools.
What does this change? You don't choose the conditions.
Only a lame donkey prefers a healthy leg.
Just try to say that you don't understand anything.

I understand, but if the donkey limps on all fours?
Then it doesn't matter to him which one to step on.

You were given something you didn't know.
What exactly?
The next conversation will be in donkey language.
You don't understand human language.
I'm a philologist, mind you.

A liar first of all, and secondly, there are no monolingual philologists.
You should know at least two languages,
so that you have something to compare with.
The accuracy of a short shadow? Really?
And it is accurate only at exactly noon. How about this?

Listen, in order to blur the boundaries of the elements, you first need to find them.
For training, choose any between anything and anything.
Yes, training in madness is good, I like it.
Don't touch this one between intelligence and madness, it is already completely leveled out.

Is the poetics of comedy strictly observed?
I think this is a tragedy.
But we are not choosing preferences here, are we?
So.
And this is a choice between action and lack of action.
No need to play with words.

There are global cataclysms outside at this time, by the way.
Believe me, such a scope is beyond your strength now.
Better work on your skills.

A bustling blonde with two kids from different fathers approached me today in the store, her anxious gaze portraying a caring mother.
I didn't understand her question "am I alone?" Only now did it dawn on me, she just wanted my bar stool, because there are three of them. And three is more than one.

Do you remember what she looked like?
Blur the line between you and her and you will see what happens.

Ouija, are you teaching me witchcraft?
It's kung fu, yes, in a way.
Will I be able to walk through walls?
In a dream.
That doesn't count.
Blur the line between sleep and reality and reality will become a dream.
Excess, we are already in a nightmare.

Ouija, this text is even stranger than all the others.
Really? You just don't read what you write.
That's true.
But today the Noosphere helped us.
Yes, it is noticeable, it is full of all sorts of ideas of all sorts of fools.
 And I assure you, you would be surprised at the authorship of the idea.
And I don’t even doubt it.