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no less than suffering

July 17, 2013

No matter the cause, suffering runs endemic to the plight of homo sapiens. Much suffering remains invisible and not exactly the sort of talking point best established; oftentimes nothing can be done to make anything better, and anything makes suffering worse.

Sometimes nothing seems more mysterious than cause of suffering. You can be suffering day after day as if there were just one thing to such fact that you just can’t identify. There is no reason to dispute that suffering can be maddening. Alas, suffering has driven many weak persons to kill or take lives. Suffering could be that onerous.

Perhaps it’s not the more straightforward discovery of peculiar device behind any particular bout. Regardless of any superfluous factor of suffering, any relevant explanation of its cause that could diminish such is not lost as a cause.

This brings us upon a discovery …

It is no rational visage. It seems very much to confound anything and reside in such complexity that cannot be ascertained. There is nothing of comfort to this discovery. Although that there could be hope is not bad.

Rather the more relevant fact concerns that of what can’t be seen. There were something as if mimics of what energy might differ in expression or might not; suffice to say that there were obstacles that cannot be seen other than expense of having seen such so selectively. That their existence might be somewhere else; that such has left its impression as if of things that were too risky to see; one were left with such effect that far better to handle what had caused such than to attempt to go on as if to pretend that such has not existed. Indeed, perhaps the scare were that one could recover, per chance that one would be susceptible once again to whatever was not identified.

Suffering is not rare but rather one of the things that makes the effect of law real as well as rational. Designed for the protection of each and any person in society, law were something of a warning flag that trouble has existed and has been traced to certain conflict of any certain nature. Whether law protects us or not is not necessarily relevant.

Because law warns us, the self-defense were on the person confronting any reality of law.

In that sense, there would not seem, at least at a glance, that there were much difference between the right to remain silent and the objective of having high regard for any specific law that seems to hurt when in fact such advises. Because of victimless crimes, one is not always looking at an ultimatum of damage, injury, or negligence by looking at a law that may appear to hurt.

An examination of law rather challenges one to divine whatever nature of justice shall be. For in fact, rather than be subject to law, each person were determining what the law shall be … and acting accordingly.

Then the world comes up with front page headlines of inconceivable quality. Why have these people committed such horrendous crime? There were something much heavier than suffering by what to see through black & white of newsprint passt and electric’ly gilded to handle those cutting swords of another’s associable antics of criminal applicability.

If the electricity were executed there before one’s [‘[]’] … then there must be something heavier than suffering that preceded information beyond, that preceded existence of this [”[]”]. On behalf of information that collude, such as in making any claim that “J killed F” in a drunken stunt, such work of fiction exceed clarity of work of fact. It were in case of fact that there were less reason to find such claim credible, whereas in fictive case, if author says that J killed F then; done!

That much represents the problem of fiction, requiring rather stringent adherence to more than conventional notions. And because fiction can set up anything … and because report can declare anything and be ambiguous for the real test … discipline would seem to become of exceptional importance, whether or not of relevance.

That’s no reason to stop suffering.

Although perhaps an effective satire could rewrite a news article that features bad news after bad news after bad news and couch it in those very terms, mocking at the authority behind the unwelcoming swale of facts that exhibit its ultimate message.

Remember the battle cry of our designated warrior-cartoon:

No one’s gonna control my pain!

Would that shatter an animation-induced bout? If only.

“Heat of lens that projects its film upon theatre screen implies its polar relationship to thermodynamics of lense that shows to have recorded same film.”

These apocraphal lenses won’t both appear cool to the touch any time soon.

The prodigal lens was the one that was used to shoot a different film in the industry but turns up in someone else’s production. I bet you thought that all films start out with all-new equipment!

This, perhaps, is not its source, suffering …

Strolling on in to the electronics department, a little hyper-awareness reaches the outer edges of perception … and then we head straight in … to a video cam … at the wrong moment. It’s not recording. Although it were reverberating anything to enter its aperture, and thus in “recording” mode.

At the wrong moment, any sensitivity matched by its lense were simultaneously duplicated, things our mind is not aware of, although its duplication causes something of a “vee” to extend these invisibles.

Something isn’t right because its electrical phase were something of a constant, independent of any duplication. But once duplication enters this picture, its capture pulls it out to extend these invisibles and certain awareness that were rather densely stone-packed as if the video screen is nothing but a light bulb that proffers a facsimile of its own available light. Our images just so happen to be indistinguishable at some point. The lense captures more than light inside the room. So not only does the video show the light of the room but also mirrors something unquantifiable, unidentified, from our bodies.

This feeling was difficult to parse, but because what aperture has taken were in real-time, displayed by video screen.

Once entered into the aperture, my partner who has accompanied myself on this expedition is no longer part of my scene. My problem now concerns why mind can’t account for the strange reciprocity that has transpired as soon as a passing glance has identified that this CRT has picked up our visuals as we passed by.

Choosing the correct sequence, the precise energies that have traded places, would have solved this puzzling moment on the spot.

The iron in the room goes iridescent with our chromatographic signature … or that of the cam’s mimicked sensitivity, its relocation of reality in some pocket of mean space at its height in some angular, concocted expression referentially qualified but artificially made manifest referentially. Although we have passed the aperture, somehow I remain held within the projection dialectic — a feeling I cannot shake of being connected, followed in any movement.

Now the pocket theory suggests that any light that my body displaces were shifting light received by the apertural video dialectic. Perhaps quantification of the idea of remaining captured in the video is not accurate. Perhaps I’m picking up on light in precision forms.

But logic suggests … continuity between light and video display as function of mass under influence of constant acceleration. Ergo, in that video display, it must had captured what was essentially constant change of heat. And this heat must therefore account for any feeling of being caught in the devices’ video field dialectic.

And there it was. Our black clothing I just happened to experience as a sudden sharpness as we flashed by the screen in a sudden glimpse, and the blackness of clothes on a screen tricked perception to ignore the increase of heat that was there much more deeply into the electronics department. The room surrounded by video puts out quite a lot of heat.

(But wait a moment … has heat become defined doubly?)

The eyeball wanted the black clothes to be “cool” when in fact there was certain boost of warmth in the visage on the screen. The clothes were cool on us. Eyeball directs to my own clothes rather than track the untrackable at the temperature on the screen and next I’m looking at being tracked via union; dialectic; of the two devices.

Glass was the major element of the room that was overlooked, hotter than most surfaces due to its insulative capacity for heat-absorbtion. Iron was the secondary structure, also hot, and making up the shells of most of the components sitting on tiers between video screens.

The color black had been the hottest source of emanation in the electronics department because the components get hotter than video screen glass on its outside. Video screen glass, in turn, absorbs and retains some of that heat or ambient heat in the shelves region.

So upon the glance at my clothing on video screen, in the next moment we get closer into the darkness of the electronics department where it is not the black components that attract our eye but rather the bright heat energy, much more subtle than light, that were imposing its power of attraction whereby to reify black coloration of those component shells.

There are no fluorescent lights in the electronics department; video screens cast their luminative qualities upon the room.

I’m suffering the heat but I’m discovering that the heat were sending its message, somehow, that there were black shelled components in the shelved walls of the rather large, dark non-lamped display room.

This isn’t supposed to happen.

In conclusion, the video recorder-and-screen combination impose a certain conceit by expressing the heat of the room into the video screen in some persistent way that calls into question why the device happens to be that sensitive, knowing that equipment ten years prior could not produce that range of sensitivity. That tendency to think so isn’t scientifically tested, but the conclusion that the new technology must be defective may not be far off. But the unseen sensitivity between the two “continuity hookup” devices has impressed the electronics department into mind by way of heat as matter of a glimpse upon entering, thereby introducing the heat configuration without my knowing so.

There wasn’t any other explanation. I’d been in electronics departments so many times over the years that I had no reason to think that anything like this could ever happen.

The storyline isn’t necessarily resolved, although the basic psychology of the functional ambiance has been detailed rather precisely.

Looks like heat would be straightforward if not for all the color in the way — and additional, uneven distributions of heat calling attention to black shells of shelve-seated electronic components.


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