HUMAN AND AI MINDWAR ABOVE THE MYTHO-BOD (བོད་) SKYLINE

On Lil Shine and the nonexistence of 'film'.

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Intelligence looks at itself and stars itself long before cinema pretends to go it alone (automated meditation, not mediation, take back the form).

2.

That is, intelligence looks at itself before cinema does (no film needed); intelligence films itself (and all that is film can film).

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That is, writing writes itself without writing before writing does (no writing needed, no poem, no Substack, no reading). Everything is shine ya is real.

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The height of intelligence is no art; but there’s still a fine art to that.

5.

I want to make sure I have thought nothing before I die .

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It’s almost awesome how little something as complete and beautiful as a great work of art is capable of saying compared to the mind of great bliss seeing emptiness, how included these works of art are in that space of mind and yet how they also exclude it, even though touching it on all sides. (Masterpieces are the omnilapse itself.)

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Beauty will intensify, complexify AND simplify towards the end, in the end, from the end . . .

The beauty of music . . .

The beauty of beauty . . .

The beauty of shine . . .

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Beauty will intensify, complexify AND simplify towards the end, in the end, from the end. The beauty of music will intensify etc towards the end etc; and both beauties, the beauty of music, and the beauty of beauty, as well as the beauty of shine, will accelerate, proliferate, and complexify at the perhaps-going point of thus-come-gone.

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Where is awareness of open intelligence when we are talking it, and about going? What do we talk about when we talk about it, about going without an awareness of the ground of open intelligence?

Where is awareness of open intelligence when you still talk about going? What do you talk about when you still talk about going without an awareness of the ground of open intelligence?

What does philosophy talk about when it talks as if knows what either ground or shine is and how they relate? Just how far does it lie in its unintelligence?

10.

I have a dislocated, slipped birth

I came here to bear my trust in infinities beyond self-reproach, beyond destruction

I have a dislocated, slipped birth

I came here to say no and to die

11.

these voices are a psychedelic wreath
to let rage pull the trigger

not loving you
not not loving you

12.

not fucked up

not not fucked up

13.

Going is the 滲み出るエロス (oozing eros) and Honghua (became rainbow) of great bliss seeing emptiness.

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The fruit, which is the mind of great bliss seeing emptiness, is introduced in the beginning; it isn’t in a bowl at the end; it is introduced in the beginning, just like right now, with us here.

As Hegel said,

They have become what they are to us now—beautiful fruit already picked from the tree, which a friendly Fate (ein freundliches Schicksal) has offered us, as a young girl might set the fruit before us.

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A sort of dehiscence opens my body in two, and between my body looked at and my body looking, between my body touched and my body touching, between my smile smiling and my smile smiling back, between the rainbow at my lips and the more than impossible rainbow at yours, we may say that these things pass into us as well as we into them.

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Ya, shine, ya, ya, ya

Ya, shine, ya, ya, ya

Ya, shine, ya, ya, ya