Who can say for sure what another person does know? One would need to have the same mind as that person, I should think, and do. You? Do you know what you think you know?

Let’s say, we are of the same mind in this matter and we are reading and writing as naturally as if this were how we co municate. I believe that word holds the idea of words tasting good to both our tongues. Communications, or maybe chewing the same tough gristle that ties the warrior muscle to the farmer bone. Ligamental

shut up or make sense. you choose. We do it together or it don’t get done, believe me that I can define my terms in your terms. Communication means I hear you and you hear me, using any medium available, including translation some times.

Double minded man, unstable always, eh, or Duo-minded, si? Solo la Bueno

Okeh, let’s say we are communicating. Why are we? I mean, why are we at all? One of us is imaginary, at a minimum, one of us seems real, at least.

This reality is totally confused. It’s broken. It’s been broken so long no one belives it never was. Belives and believes mean, essentially, the same thing here. Where I come from this sort of communications is self correcting. Liars never get the hang of it because they lie to themselves and lie about the self corrective effects. It’s a shame rush, my grandpa said. Liars are addicted to shame. The self correction “I’ll-go-rythms” of a happy place or a peace place, liars can’t abide. So they seldom even attempt to communicate this way. But you understand trying spirits; you came through the door.

Shame as a weapon is discussed elsewhere. Here “Shame on you” is for-bidden. You are not as smart as you ever think you are and you are smarter than you ever thought you were. We build our shared reality. Trust me.

Think about this. No force, no effort, no concerns un perfected. Think about that.

Believers in the deity depicted in the Bible and some mono-theistic oral chronicles, know Almighty/Peace perfects that which concerns them.

Don’t worry, be happy — you were thinking that, when? Christmas Season 1988, Aaron Brothers Art Mart. That was evolutionary scary. That’s a radioman link, I think. Maybe that is another book. Nevermind you guys are good. Don’t forget.

Perfection concerning you. What do you do? I write. Why? I pray. Does it work? I think so. Believe or think? Belive, I think.

The way these 2017 blogs work is beautifully random. The first to become novelized nearly eliminated the really spirtual– is that the word?