Psychogenesis
For ages they had been without lives of their own. The whole of their
being was open to the world and nothing divided them from the rest of creation. How long they had thus flourished none of them knew. Then
something began to change. It happened over unremembered generations.
The signs of a revision without forewarning were being writ ever more
deeply into them. As their species moved forward, they began crossing boundaries whose very existence they never imagined. After nightfall,
they looked up at a sky filled with stars and felt themselves small
and fragile in the vastness. Soon they began to see everything in a
way they never had in older times. When they found one of their own
lying still and stiff, they now stood around the body as if there were something they should do that they had never done before. It was then
they began to take bodies that were still and stiff to distant places
so they could not find their way back to them. But even after they had
done this, some within their group did see those bodies again, often
standing silent in the moonlight or loitering sad-faced just beyond
the glow of a fire. Everything changed once they had lives of their
own and knew they had lives of their own. It even became impossible
for them to believe things had ever been any other way. They were
masters of their movements now, as it seemed, and never had there been anything like them. The epoch had passed when the whole of their being
was open to the world and nothing divided them from the rest of
creation. Something had happened. They did not know what it was, but
they did know it as that which should not be. And something needed to
be done if they were to flourish as they once had, if the very ground
beneath their feet were not to fall out from under them. For ages they
had been without lives of their own. Now that they had such lives
there was no turning back. The whole of their being was closed to the
world, and they had been divided from the rest of creation. Nothing
could be done about that, having as they did lives of their own. But something would have to be done if they were to live with that which
should not be. And over time they discovered what could be done—what
would have to be done—so that they could live the lives that were now theirs to live. This would not revive among them the way things had
once been done in older times; it would only be the best they could
do.
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Am 13.10.2018 um 13:36 schrieb thang ornerythinchus:
Psychogenesis
For ages they had been without lives of their own. The whole of their
being was open to the world and nothing divided them from the rest of
creation. How long they had thus flourished none of them knew. Then
something began to change. It happened over unremembered generations.
The signs of a revision without forewarning were being writ ever more
deeply into them. As their species moved forward, they began crossing
boundaries whose very existence they never imagined. After nightfall,
they looked up at a sky filled with stars and felt themselves small
and fragile in the vastness. Soon they began to see everything in a
way they never had in older times. When they found one of their own
lying still and stiff, they now stood around the body as if there were
something they should do that they had never done before. It was then
they began to take bodies that were still and stiff to distant places
so they could not find their way back to them. But even after they had
done this, some within their group did see those bodies again, often
standing silent in the moonlight or loitering sad-faced just beyond
the glow of a fire. Everything changed once they had lives of their
own and knew they had lives of their own. It even became impossible
for them to believe things had ever been any other way. They were
masters of their movements now, as it seemed, and never had there been
anything like them. The epoch had passed when the whole of their being
was open to the world and nothing divided them from the rest of
creation. Something had happened. They did not know what it was, but
they did know it as that which should not be. And something needed to
be done if they were to flourish as they once had, if the very ground
beneath their feet were not to fall out from under them. For ages they
had been without lives of their own. Now that they had such lives
there was no turning back. The whole of their being was closed to the
world, and they had been divided from the rest of creation. Nothing
could be done about that, having as they did lives of their own. But
something would have to be done if they were to live with that which
should not be. And over time they discovered what could be done—what
would have to be done—so that they could live the lives that were now
theirs to live. This would not revive among them the way things had
once been done in older times; it would only be the best they could
do.
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bullshit talking again
Psychogenesis
For ages they had been without lives of their own. The whole of their
being was open to the world and nothing divided them from the rest of creation. How long they had thus flourished none of them knew. Then
something began to change. It happened over unremembered generations.
The signs of a revision without forewarning were being writ ever more
deeply into them. As their species moved forward, they began crossing boundaries whose very existence they never imagined. After nightfall,
they looked up at a sky filled with stars and felt themselves small
and fragile in the vastness. Soon they began to see everything in a
way they never had in older times. When they found one of their own
lying still and stiff, they now stood around the body as if there were something they should do that they had never done before. It was then
they began to take bodies that were still and stiff to distant places
so they could not find their way back to them. But even after they had
done this, some within their group did see those bodies again, often
standing silent in the moonlight or loitering sad-faced just beyond
the glow of a fire. Everything changed once they had lives of their
own and knew they had lives of their own. It even became impossible
for them to believe things had ever been any other way. They were
masters of their movements now, as it seemed, and never had there been anything like them. The epoch had passed when the whole of their being
was open to the world and nothing divided them from the rest of
creation. Something had happened. They did not know what it was, but
they did know it as that which should not be. And something needed to
be done if they were to flourish as they once had, if the very ground
beneath their feet were not to fall out from under them. For ages they
had been without lives of their own. Now that they had such lives
there was no turning back. The whole of their being was closed to the
world, and they had been divided from the rest of creation. Nothing
could be done about that, having as they did lives of their own. But something would have to be done if they were to live with that which
should not be. And over time they discovered what could be done—what
would have to be done—so that they could live the lives that were now theirs to live. This would not revive among them the way things had
once been done in older times; it would only be the best they could
do.
On Saturday, 13 October 2018 12:36:52 UTC+1, thang ornerythinchus wrote:
Psychogenesis
For ages they had been without lives of their own. The whole of their
being was open to the world and nothing divided them from the rest of
creation. How long they had thus flourished none of them knew. Then
something began to change. It happened over unremembered generations.
The signs of a revision without forewarning were being writ ever more
deeply into them. As their species moved forward, they began crossing
boundaries whose very existence they never imagined. After nightfall,
they looked up at a sky filled with stars and felt themselves small
and fragile in the vastness. Soon they began to see everything in a
way they never had in older times. When they found one of their own
lying still and stiff, they now stood around the body as if there were
something they should do that they had never done before. It was then
they began to take bodies that were still and stiff to distant places
so they could not find their way back to them. But even after they had
done this, some within their group did see those bodies again, often
standing silent in the moonlight or loitering sad-faced just beyond
the glow of a fire. Everything changed once they had lives of their
own and knew they had lives of their own. It even became impossible
for them to believe things had ever been any other way. They were
masters of their movements now, as it seemed, and never had there been
anything like them. The epoch had passed when the whole of their being
was open to the world and nothing divided them from the rest of
creation. Something had happened. They did not know what it was, but
they did know it as that which should not be. And something needed to
be done if they were to flourish as they once had, if the very ground
beneath their feet were not to fall out from under them. For ages they
had been without lives of their own. Now that they had such lives
there was no turning back. The whole of their being was closed to the
world, and they had been divided from the rest of creation. Nothing
could be done about that, having as they did lives of their own. But
something would have to be done if they were to live with that which
should not be. And over time they discovered what could be done—what
would have to be done—so that they could live the lives that were now
theirs to live. This would not revive among them the way things had
once been done in older times; it would only be the best they could
do.
### - what i said: you have no 'discernment' whatsoever lol :D
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