I've been mulling for days on whether or not to post this. Finally had to.

Well that explains the restless nights, my remembering your not-so much mentioning of your father yesterday night (we had a long "conversation in my head" at 4 in the morning) and a ton of unposted writing from my end. And the roaring winds of change about us. Are we still in August?

The above reply in which you quote me, I already heard in the car, but I don't know in relation to what comment/reply exactly. You keep digging, for now. So glad you've been practicing at disassembling and reassembling toasters since you were 4. What follows now is impossible to make any sense of at all (and you will stuggle) without such a mind. You could have been a neurosurgeon or an academic philosopher and you would have been totally useless to me.

I was so impressed by your "selfie post" which may not feel like it from your end but is outstandingly sophisticated. A mix of unself-interested person catering to an audience that wants to be entertained, informed and engaged. Your eye for detail has to be fascinating to a large crowd. You are very easy to like as a poster and highly readable. An absolute winning formula. I'll have to resteem you for the records alone, much more it will probably not do for you. I still, also, have to learn what function resteems have for normal people. It was always necessary for my project to limit resteems; to give a clear clue, I'm not a very sociable type, don't get your hopes up people, I am probably not here for the same reason as you all are.

It sure shows me what a mention does. It hardly flatters the ego, I'll have you know. It puts remarkable pressure to stay up to standard now I am indellibly linked to/approved by you. For my logbook, it would be handy to know wehether the mention was already in your mind before or after my question. You say you were thinking about it for a couple of days. Were you prompted by my question or was I prompted by your unposted post. You can see how that makes a huge difference from my point of view. And ladidadida I can see how all is coincidence, even then, but is exactly what the Webmonster wants us to think, so phooey to that.

Also, I was already tremendously endeared by your perfectly phrased responses to sina. Your social skills are heart-warming. It is very very rewarding to have found Sina and hook him up to somebody who can connect in an easy, direct way, in his field of interest. It almost gives me hope for Steemit. It must help to be enough American for this kind of interested but superficial chat. You can't hide though that you are more considered (and considerate) and mature than the average voice here. carlgnash is very sincere too. But from him I learned, even if you are a big fish and know your way around, (he got my rep up with a sizeable donation so that I could post with pictures without delay) that the returns/life enhancing benefits from that many hours/days/years here are not in line with my work.

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I spent three months learning to play chess, under a grapevine pergola in Granada, against a compact and focussed Swede, taciturn and dour, which did not result in anything but his great disdain for me. It kept me quiet though. He had some kind of genius IQ but in a student residencia, where neither of us belonged (he finished at uni, me finished with it), he had little choice in the company he could keep while we both were learning Spanish. Little did I know (I knew so very little then, the same as now, again) that there are things such as opening moves, basic games to play, you know sensible, brain relieving tactics of the game. All very unfair, and remarkable how I held my own for at least long enough for him to occasionally try setting up the board for another very short game.

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I am going to break down a lengthy evening of ruminating into a few (random?) points. To see where they attach.

All things in life are actually lessons in love (the only reason I listened to that song, was not to forget that while the rest of my envionment was being rambunctious in that class. (No clue what the rest of the lyrics say).

Also Steemit is full of division and gender strife. We are now so busy working to resolve the divide as the cause of all our problems, that we forget, the difference allows for us to be human (being - deus est essere) and to transform ourselves into what we must become (Man).

By and large we have zilch understanding of Love (a unifying energy, a carding of life force into "eternal" - special kind of non-photographic recall memory). I dare suggest it is the cause for our existence.

It takes an enormous leap of faith, against every analytical method you have been taught at university, to say love precedes all things and even causes the divide. In animals it is carried over and watered down; in plants and the animal kingdom relationships we can learn much more about Love than from animals (who love their offspring in emotional ways in many cases, but I am speaking here of Feeling and not love or sensation). On the other hand it is only a premise. Go on and play with it a bit, you'ld think more people might. But often not the smartest cookies in town. If it feels naive (childlike maybe, immature not) be well advise you do not have to make up any belief, then you're on a different track to the one of "seeing to believe".)

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I was rather determined to undo all of spiritual estorica. I wouldn't leave a shred, not even a deck of cards for the arty pictures or a set of chimes in the wind (meant to attract etheric beings of course). I started to work very swiftly backwards, trashing all of New Age in a couple of years, and most of religious doctrine, gradually though grinding to some halts the more thorough I suspended my disbelief. Which is a pretty scary thing to do: suppose the cock crows and you are stuck with belief!

One day it stuck. I found myself over an abyss, I had pushed off from a pillar of trust and had taken steps of hope over these slabs of belief suspended over the abyss. I descried a "state"of faith (imagine a radiant city on the very distant horizon and then forget about that image again, we have fairly primitive one track brains). Faith is a sucking force not a driving one we can fabricate or pretend pushed us that way.

I spent a few years examing Love. It was pretty arduous, extremely painful and enough to drive anyone mad. It wasn't abstract, it wasn't concrete, it made use of whatever it could in my very little (if rather challenging) daily life. If I can't relax now anymore, that is why. If I slow down now, which I am planning to do, we'll have to see what new drivel is going to come out. I could lie down and fall asleep for days like Orlando and wake up a boy. My father would be so pleased.

If Love is what I believe it to be then the implications are mind blowing and look what that did for U.G. Krishnamurti (not J.Krishnamurti, a totally different story). His experience of what we call "enlightenment" left him a pain in the arse. He was not left with a very loving disposition, his full capacity for the illusion of dichotomy blown he had nothing left to work with. Let that be a lesson to us all. Stick to the print, work in some colour, and go s l o w .

All is illusion except love. This is a philosophical (holistic scientific) proposition for many. But for me it is living reality. Not day in day out. I make sure I have 58 scholarly or literary books around me at all times to press escape. I find myself tittering at all sort of quiddities the more my solitude increases (I can hear how I am starting to talk to myself like you hear old people do: musn't forget to turn off the rice in 40 minutes, and now let's have a little sit down. Egging the poor sweet egg on.

Since love is an etheric force, you can also go out in the garden to observe it. I don't need to tell you anything about that. I can hear how the river talked.

While you stay just like you are, dear sweet, funny, comic valentine, you now have a bit of a better idea where the difference between us begins. For you to decide where. I am not insensitive to it but I work around it or even better, with it. Furthermore, I have an on/off switch and a volume control. I have taken the liberty a while back to use neither, it is where it is.

I've been looking high and low for any other Potential, not personally necessarily, but just to see if they exist in real life, as they do in There Comes A Time. For the Potentials become Enablers. I say "other" but I don't mean to imply I am a Potential. I hope a novice. Potential for what? To love. Which can be broken down in to many things we do, normal Eurovision fans included, but you need to become a guru (to speak in Steemit terminology) to start to be able to effect anything with it. No real-life gurus need apply. We don't need more Sexy Sadie kind of love.

If we look back in seven years from now and this prooves, from my propositional perspective to have only been about Us, to amaze and instruct me, here and now on this platform, doing nothing for Steemit (much, every little speck counts, ladidadida), and having to drift off on the currents we came on, as and when, I will still have my proof that it is true. You bore witness without needing to sign a testament in the little choices you made (unconsciously, semi-consciously, intuitively, inspired, tinkering about). Really, one day you will marvel too, at the time line and coincidence of challenging the Iranian to find Zutphen on the map - and I wonder which bump you bumped into on 17th Dec 1997. There has to be an anchoring, mundane, cross-over moment preceding all this well in advance, but how far in advance, and at what distance from our 3D world, as compared to our textworlds; that is my next level esoteric research question which I find interesting... One must choose like a mathematician, I learned that from Paul Erdös, to work on the problem which will have the most elegant solution. I'm not the only paradoxical one!).

It would have been easier for me and kinder on your eyes to have said: Love's In Need Of Love Today. It would be cute to gather a circle around us, so that in our midst love is true (= veritable, just, right, authoritative, trust-worthy bonafide and natural and normal).

That is it for now. 7/8 of the theory underlying There Comes A Point In Time When Nothing Needs To Be Said At All. Yes, the discerning mind will note the title has changed here. Sounds a lot more peaceful doesn't it? Maybe even harbours the promise of sleep!