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Pneuma is the primal nonsense sense or cancer.
Even the buffalo dance is its symptom.


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Pneuma is the idea that word is something, which is dualism and contradiction. That word is something is the agent and its strawman, re. Eliot, The Hollow Men.

The Hollow Men
T.S.Eliot

Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy

I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.

II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star. Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer- Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom

III This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star. Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone. IV The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men.

V Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.


Origins of the Sacred, The Ecstasies of Love and War. — Dudley Young. That word is pneuma is the cancer that life-and-death is.


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The Thad Roberts story of courageously animate (animistic) discovery (supposedly going beyond the cave of enslavement that mere word is) that creates the ever mystical conditions of a referent reality, always somewhere & someplace else (entended) and here, incomplete, is pneuma, which is what slavery is. That the grass is greener, more real, as the unreal (fantasy) of somewhere else rather than that it is word, is not only the pathetic self-deception projection, it is the litany of self-as-other deception (zombism)... with junkie mind entanglement. The Tango. https://youtu.be/aV7jS4PzZ9c

00:04 what's the most 00:05 valuable thing a sentient being 00:09 can be in possession of 00:13 as we go through our lives claiming 00:16 new knowledge and more understanding 00:20 what is the most valuable thing we can 00:22 gain 00:27 the most valuable thing possible would 00:30 be a story 00:32 of reality that then generates 00:35 the conditions of reality

Origins of the Sacred, On the Dancing Ground, 11- p.153-


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Origins of the Sacred, On the Dancing Ground, 11- p.153-

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153 The disturbing adoption of the animistic metaphysic leads us to combat its potential tyranny with what the ethnologists call "sympathetic magic."

[Sympathetic magic, also known as imitative magic, is a type of magic based on imitation or correspondence.]
[primitive or magical ritual using objects or actions resembling or symbolically associated with the event or person over which influence is sought.]

The key reference to sympathetic magic is on p.399, page one of The Appendix! The bridge over the sacred chasm between pneuma and the buffalo dance?

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Brian J. McVeigh

I've often wondered about how when we speak to others, we are simultaneously, in a sense, also speaking to ourselves and what this means cognitively. Also, writing itself is another way to clarify our thoughts.

The other-as-self is the nonsense sense the self-as-other that is the integral confusion of being sentient, i.e., the contradiction sacralized as paradox extending even to infinite ocean enlightenment, mind-and-consciousness that the point is the non-point existing, by which we 1) have thoughts 2) that must be clarified.


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