Click I came to realize that ideologies had a narrative structure – that they were stories, in a word
From <https://jordanbpeterson.com/maps-of-meaning/>
Jordan B. Peterson first touched my psi-key in the fall of 2017, with his parable drawn like 6-nines copper calling qua never uttered in time ere now, connecting me to his Disney versions of Jung’s marked up vision. JBP misses a jump from prayer post-creation by the creator, the utterance of which prayer did the trick, in the long run, as the tale is told.
Flow along this wire with me, we shall see what we shall see. You must 
. Come and see.
Rabbi, where do you live? He looked at me and said
Here.
Kingdom come will be done. The meek inherit the earth and all the hosts undisintegrated and free to mingle among adamkind before the en-folding of the old into the new, not-refurbished, new macro-cosmos
pOPULATED BY YOU BANG
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Whole new microcosms, Ah, yeah the as in heaven son on earth so on earth.
We all know this. Star of david two triangles, power of threes, trinity, and
Try-quels, what are seerese of threes in threes besides good guesses? Logos
Structure. Follow the flow in the deep places, don’t reach for handles to prehend. We can rip itty-bitty, q-bitty ideas from their tenuous
Cribellate nano anchors to reality of any sort at all. Science is fun, but we need to get this done. Get in the drift.
Build. Bouncie bouncie is for children. Now more than every before. In my fairy tales, Hans Christian Anderson, goose-down gathered by little boys and girls made the very softest mattresses and chairs for fair white princesses with long flowing golden locks stronger than steel, like silk, or
Cribellate spider nano fibers, yeah,
and only the best children were ever able even to see a princess jump but not bounce, into a pile of pillows.
Come back to this with tales of cottonpickin’ fingers and cotton stomping kids – no rich kid ever got to stomp cotton.
Children have been bouncing up and down in more profusion than people ever imagined possible. Up and Down, up and down, delightful laughing up and down again for babes strapped to daddies backs, oh that has been long long lost and now is new again.
The world is better for boxes of balls and cheap hambungers from ol’ mac donalds.
I’d like to buy the world a Coke.
Did you ever think that? Nice thought. Really, think about it. That thought helped to solve a dying earth problem that has been poisoning children for the entire industrial era. Clean water.
Flowing water was always safe to drink where I was raised. Every person knew that.
It was that way where I live now, until recently as things got dryer.
then the springs slowed from trickle to drip to seep, so the tiny baby rivers all got sucked up in the scrub brush that made the rolling rock waves seem green with things that can grow in cracks by sucking up water before it even starts to seep.
Those water seeking systems incorporated in seeds, coupled with tech we have yet to build though
I am tempted to trust spelling errors to be seen as Joycean word tricks, but n the true word tricks lose their punch, eh.
There is a steel men have made from -things we seemed to have too much of, methane and plastic trash treated with ultrasound in furnaces powered by golden parabolic mirrors focusing hundreds of times the sun’s heat, infrared light, to bake plastic into carbon into steel that form bridges as beautiful as a cribellate string symphony — I saw that bridge, or dreamed it, but it was as good as any John Galt bridge anybody ever imagined, and in China. Wow. That final Nixon trick is still working, eh.
Knowledge in Babylon
Daniel did you know? Daniel did you know now was real back when you locked away the meaning by shutting up the words and the ideas they held. Was it a spell that sent all the good ideas to sleep a while while men wandered in darkness fully shared, all connecting fibers that fed life’s power to the deme seemed severed, or was it a prayer?
Daniel 12:4, “But thou, O Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end: many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.”
Why was that Rap-punsell somrthin’ princess up above possessed of such strong, hi-tech hair? Increasing knowledge seeps into old fairy tales and junge Freude…
done t’ done t’ done… Dr. Andrew Phillips, from the Department of Civil and Environmental Engineering at the College, said: “Part of the reason for working with Blue Peter on this project is that we wanted to show a young audience that our bodies manufacture really incredible materials like hair, which has some amazing properties. For instance, hair can be as strong as aluminium and a full head of hair could support up to 12 tonnes in weight.”
From <https://phys.org/news/2011-02-fairytale-rest-human-hair.html>
Hans Christian and the storytellers before him knew stuff we did not know, you know. But we know more now.
I am loving this word “empirical” which means “been there done that” and now that I recall, I was there that very moment when empirical, as a thought, first toyed with me and “been there, done that” slipped past me to reality in no time at all. Forrest Gump smiley-face t-shirt-ish piece of time, that was. No body noticed but mine.
