St. VID30 of Nothing Star

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Here as elsewhere admission and denial are tightly interwoven. I do not understand why, or how, how I am still living, or, for all the more reason, what I am living. If, from a system in which I believe, to which I slowly adapt myself, like Surrealism, there remains, if there will always remain, enough for me to immerse myself in, there will nonetheless never be enough to make me what I would like to be, no matter how indulgent I am about myself. A relative indulgence compared to that others have shown me (or non-me, I don’t know). And yet I am living, I have even discovered that I care about life. The more I have sometimes found reasons for putting an end to it the more I have caught myself admiring some random square of parquet floor: it was really like silk, like the silk that would have been as beautiful as water. I liked this lucid pain, as though the entire universal drama of it had then passed through me and I was suddenly worth the trouble. But I liked it in the light of, how shall I say, of new things that I had never seen glow before. It was from this that I understood that, in spite of everything, life was given, that a force independent of that of expressing and making oneself heard spiritually presided – insofar as a living man is concerned – over reactions of invaluable interest, the secret of which will disappear with him. This secret has not been revealed
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MNEMOSYNE
[Verse 3] I hear you all ask 'bout the meaning of scat Well, I'm the professor and all I can tell you is While you're still sleeping, the saints are still weeping 'cause Things you call dead haven't yet had the chance to be born [Pre-Chorus] I'm the Scatman
I stopped, disorientated and in despair. Once more, I saw a man whose hair was so white that it blinded the eyes. His name was Agathodaimon. This man of white turned and looked upon me for an entire hour. I implored him to show me the proper way – the path of least resistance. He did not approach me, but swiftly went upon the correct route. Running here and there, he frantically made his way to the altar. When I reached the top of the altar, I witnessed the man of white enter the hall of suffering. O demiurges of star-shot nature, in an instant his body turned to blazing fire. What a chilling image, my brothers. The intensity of the suffering caused his eyes to turn blood-red. I asked him: “Why are you lying there?” Barely opening his mouth, he said, “I am the man of lead and I submit to unbearable violence.”
Collective circular motion is a common yet spectacular behavior of pigeon flocks. Efficient and robust inter-individual communication is required for flock coordination during this widely-spreaded movement pattern. When a flock hovers near the home loft, the rotational direction undergoes regular spontaneous variations. Based on intensive analyses of high-spatial temporal resolution GPS data, we quantified the intensity of velocity alignment among different individuals in terms of their velocity fluctuations. It is found that pigeon flocks employ an intermittent interaction (alignment) mechanism, where intra-group information transmission is not required at every instant. However, the union of the
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[Bridge] From the darkness came a light And the two align From the darkness came a light And the two align And only truth shines through The truth finds you Intentions pure for all And nothing's unholy at all [Verse] The destination's close for once And all the struggles wasn't lost And all the patience did pay off (Yeah) And all the sinning gets absolved And everything I thought I was (Yeah) Becomes like shadows in the dark (Drain Gang) I wake up from this dream I love And I see everything, see everything at once