Ah yes, the old profound random design ploy, very interesting. I may mean something, or the shtooping could be random. Don't bend over, just in case. Also, don't stand up too quickly, in case of dizziness. The magic could be unfinished (like last time), or it could be a blast from the past that was all but forgotten and still remains random and to the masses, uncertain as to the obvious relativity of the potential meanings, parameters, or, um, ramifications... like an arbitrary holiday that is widely accepted as truth and normal by those same masses just because the bigger picture is rarely explored by their consciousness, especially not by the mass collective consciousness, so if it is touched upon by an individual, that individual must be careful not to upset anyone afraid of leaving the collective consciousness for a new perspective, which is most people, like those who believe such limited perspective design is intelligent.
If you are offended or in any way triggered to defensive thoughts, you might believe that last paragraph was specifically designed to do that to you and sadly, you will miss the point, again.
Or perhaps a paragraph that begins with conjunction offend you. Everyone always (perhaps superlatives are your particularity?) seems (or is that appears? {pause} and do you know the difference?) to be offended by something, so what's your trigger? Some people make a game of finding those, ya know? Enjoy it even. I've always felt that it is best to have no triggers even though I have some when I am not paying attention to the fact that we don't have to have any if we remain completely consciously aware of everything at all times. Most people have no clue and believe some ridiculous idea about how safe and secure and comfortable they can be in their lives when the truth is they are meaningless, relatively microscopic cogs in a wheel way beyond their perception to realize even if they cared or had the courage to see the bigger pictures beyond their selfish immediate space and time. But then again, what is truth?
For instance, if you go here then you might believe that you turned off the part of Google that records your search history and maybe you did, but that still doesn't stop Google (or Facebook or your phone or internet provider or... text much?... fill in your media choice) from recording your search history and providing you with ads that are based on your searches. Perhaps you don't notice them or maybe you ignore them well as I do, but I notice. There is no privacy on the internet because it privacy cuts into profits. You really think you get to search for anything or use all of Facebook and other websites that take millions of work-hours by highly trained and well-paid technical workers to create and maintain for free? Get real. The privacy policies and terms of service you rarely read specifically give away most of your rights to privacy.
Anonymous comments could be a trigger for some, especially for those seeking more than an explanation of random SPAM. For instance, when comments have no links in them, would they be defined as SPAM? How about when they appear on blog entries without readers? Would hat be poor targeting, deliberately random, or randomly random? We can ask why random comments would appear on two or three year old obscure blog entries that maybe have been read by one or two people beyond the writer. Random comment bot action? Anyway, this blog entry is as it is and each reader can make of it what individual choice an individual may make.
The TV may be of some influence as listen to and I glance up at the screen to see Blindspot and now starting, Europa Report, this entry may be as precisely profoundly designed as any, or... more or less. With Eb walking in the door and now adding some rambling news report he is listening to on his phone precisely during the beginning of this paragraph as the show ended and the movie began, the distractions may be moving more toward random... or profoundly designed by universal forces beyond my control. Anything is possible and as long as we remember that, anything can make sense and anything can be true.
We do love our mysteries. Some more than others. Some love mysteries for the power they might gain by controlling the journey toward solving the mysteries while others love mysteries for other reasons. Some fear mysteries so much they panic aggressively at the thought that there may be no explanation we can grasp with our current state of consciousness. The latter folk usually seek concrete explanations they call truths that are actually created from thin air. Or thick bullshit (ok, muddy delusion, bullshit is actually inaccurate, but could be emotionally satisfying at times for those who are triggered by repressive delusions... who me?). Perhaps the reaction to call bullshit can be triggered because they even kill to defend their truths as if other ideas are such a threat people must be put must be put to death for just thinking them.
But then, let us now consider that if you believe there is life beyond our planet because your education and experience make that statistically likely, are you then, by definition, delusional. Then, shall you endeavor to create some sort of scientific statistical measurement of delusions in order to justify choosing your delusion over all other delusions?
I think I'll watch Pinky and the Brain now and press publish.
Narf :)
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