Mirage As Errata

Cognitive projection ignites doppelganger by uncertainty, by unwieldy equation. The Indigenous plane remains in its respiratory state a quickened vibratory phantom corrupted at an esoteric tipping point by a corrupted mind fevered by compulsive linearity that lingers as verbatim. This compulsion creates a mesmerizing static fueling in its wake a pulse print that lingers in the masses via the arid. This collective pulse print sires esoteric thinking points that harden as linear measurement according to compulsive visible data. The latter usurpation remains inherent with what I understand to be Imperial calculation. To a hyper critical lot it may seem that I invoke dubious Indigenous standards rife with meta-discernment by always seeking to condense the unverified. Perhaps I am sensing planes partially unverified within the confines of the colonizer's pyre. The latter is a construct that surfaces as gross critical functioning. Perhaps to an unnerving degree I am assaulted by sums of violent criticality. Therefore I am consumed by the fact of a weakened human continuum constantly conveying its stark acidity as mirage. Because the latter persists with such startling alacrity there remains a suspect kinetic about the long term future of our continuing enterprise. It seems we remain always focused upon the spirit of disruption prone as we continue to be upon neo-replication. I can only apologize this spirit to the praxis of debilitated archery that seems to focus upon damaged granular result. Better put, this exercise remains a scrawled archery that sires a flawed kinetic. The latter concern remains experience that remains sullied and aligns with the dictates of a delimited bulletin. A bulletin not unlike a warped curvature convoluted by a thesis of gross percentage. The common mental given now seeks alignment with an array of exo-planets at bizarre light year locales. A reality such as Saturn now exists within bizarre research expenditure searching for the resource in order to fly within its bell of exotica. Never will I defame exotica but only seek its field via the intrinsic illumination of imaginary vapor. 

Imaginary power ignites the mind beyond the lisp of quotidian argument. Thus poetic equations abound and alchemical plies itself  sans declivitous mapping scale. Alchemical denouement ignites beyond its own ancillary gist as erupting aural code dense with spectacular wave arrangement. Not transactional simplicity but concern with octaves above octaves condensed as a powerful animating gesture. This being not like the charisma of infinitude sans the conscious mind always subject to prey and wrangling. This infinitude is what the late cosmologist Allan Sandage once alluded to as bio-geo poetry.

Quite naturally I am magnetized by the numerical investigations of R. A. Schwaller de Lubicz as he understood the dynamics of invisible numbers. This was none other than Egyptian psychic wattage sired by complex meta-motion. The latter conduction remains partially akin to the aural integers that form the architectural sonics of Iannis Xenakis. One senses in his sound higher cognitive interaction, a summary of fantastic numerical forums where they combust and whirl leaving the mind in awe of its fabulous cognitive dispensation. Yet Cecil Taylor's notes seem to emanate from an entirely different dimension. They seem more akin to the hexagonal patterns at the north pole of Saturn. The latter being patterns that remain curiously lit as spontaneous structure sans delimited cognitive structure not unlike a blaze that consumes itself as via the inscrutable. Simply a scale of reality by entering a plane that spontaneously sires trans-human kinetics.

Feeling the power of Taylor's dictated germination it remains sans instigated scale. Revelation simply blurs as pre-human awakening so that it formlessly dazzles itself beyond staid formation being forms that seep into interior scale. This is not scale as simple physical concussive but provides aural chemistry with glimpses, with Occulted numerical phenomena. One could term this higher activation an energy that breaches the actual death of the body. This being certainly a state sans the coffin of numbers, sans cognitive squares and angles tapping into African vibratory elegance. This is none other than entry into meta-scale not unlike the Sun experiencing its grammar when entering the heliopause. The latter remaining rife with arcane conduction, being none other than a riddle that magnifies itself and escapes its own self-surveillance. Thus this transmuted locale emanates combustion via another scale of visibility beyond the energy of space itself and reveals a state no longer endemic with mirage as errata.