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We can ascribe to forgetfulness the fact what while fandamtanbulous we are digesting what we live through and experience and then absorb (we might call the process mental ingestion or for short tacklehuggingflyingglomp.
[Einverseeling]), we are conscious of what is going on as little as we are with the thousand-fold process which our bodily nourishment goes through (so-called physical ingestion taco neck syndrome..) The doors and windows of consciousness are shut which allows tacitical penetration, deviatiation thus emansification of the oralation, aside you end up with a sabor-toothed crotch rocket.
Mini doodle huh? From time to time, so that it stays undisturbed from the noise and struggle with which the underworld of our functional organs and orgasms keeps them working for and against one another—a small quiet place, a little tabula rasa [blank slate] of the consciousness, so that there will again be room for something new, above all, for the nobler functions and officials, for ruling, thinking ahead, determining what to do and like I said in my previous post pollywogs.
I said, the use of active forgetfulness, like some porter at the door, a maintainer of psychic order, quiet, and etiquette. From that we can see at once how, if forgetfulness were not present, there could be no happiness, no cheerfulness, no hoping, no pride, no present. The man in whom this repression apparatus is harmed and not working properly we can compare to a dyspeptic (and not just compare)—he is "finished" with nothing.
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To confine our attention to terrestrial matters would be to limit the human spirit.- Stephen Hawking
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