No Carping
Inside a disastrous mouth flows an infinite river of gobbledygook secretion—carping about the short end of a random stick—inertia is a bizarre game of an abysmally constructed life-frame—the total loss of reason.
Indeed, a certain segment of the Japanese have the art of the carp down to a passive-aggressive science, playing everyone like a finely tuned Stradivarius fiddle in a highly refined game—welcome to the FRAY.
The Japanese Cultural Code Words arasagashi saliently describes the art of nitpicking.
This is where a highly refined form of unpleasant passive-aggressive behavior reaches the pinnacle of high art—a specialty of the Japanese.
Be that as it may, appreciating the magic of arasagashi facilitates a sticky-icky wash-away of the enigmatic veneer of Japanese peers within this hierarchical society to which all citizens of the Shingo era must honor and adhere.
Finely tuned microscopic details reveal a surreal abstract notion of arcane non-verbal communication protocol—dial in to see *\(^o^)/*
To edify those with a quest to know of mysterious Japanese societal protocol—when feeling the squeeze of surrounding walls, indeed—when doubt creeps in, the why wearing dangerously thin—certain this time would be the final downfall—not at all—the spirit of your tutelary deity gazing upon a manifested material destiny via the God shelf portal wall.
wazuwai tejite fuku to nasu—災い転じて福となす—disaster to advantage
Once upon a time, in a spectral instance of a phantasmagorical kind, a newborn baby boy wrapped in beaver fur was abandoned at the inner sanctum of the of Kizuna Jingu’s historical koi pond.
It just so happened that two seminal female educational pioneers heard this forlorn baby boy’s subtle tears.
Ms. Alice Bacon, a Victorian-era power matron, and beloved Aunty Tsuda Umeko, a refined, sublime creation of Meiji-era Japan, were strolling by.
As the ladies meandered along at dusk on the cusp of the Shingo Restoration at the emergence of Civilization Three’s dawn, they chatted excitedly about the merger of their two extraordinary civilizations and how Ms. Bacon’s and Aunty Umeko’s worlds go hand in hand in homeostatic unity as archetypal matriarchs of dignity and reason.
Is this a miracle or happenstance?
Perhaps all things in life are left to the fickle finger of fate, or chance and circumstance.
Was this a divine intervention, a molecular wake-and-bake, if you will—invoking a novel narration into material existence—could this be the elusive golden thumb of rule?
Providence shone upon the Rising Son as Japanese Sun Goddess, the exalted Amaterasu, sent him on an incredible journey swirling around the whirlpool of life, with a mandate to follow the Sun—this fantastic story begins with humble beginnings at the edge of the Kizuna Jinja koi pond.
Alice and Umeko could not resist their hearts speaking to each other via powerful intuition—i shin den shin—the edict from Muse—create a deep reach of infinite floods of knowledge as they too flow, as all do inevitably becoming ΩNE.
Raise the Rising Son as your neo-clan, force him through trials and tribulations molding him into a renaissance man—it matters not how many generations, the script has been written with endless takes.
The Incidental Occxie is a gift to you two—your one and only son—raise him well so as to reach destiny—this fable has been consecrated by the truth of ΩNE.
Drill knowledge deep into his thick skull while mollifying the chip on his shoulder—this wayward autodidact must be forged by fire—pour the hallowed oil of desire, stoking the insatiable notion of flow into ΩNE.
As has been foretold, the koi pond comes once again, the final chapter of this fable being written, where the fork in the road leads to ΩNE.
Transition from material to ephemeral—disassociation from nature ends—reanimation upon conclusion of this state of being—reveals that there is no end.
Return to the reality of the infinite nature in harmony with spectral spirits known as ‘seity’—embedded inside all beings inhabiting the nooks and crannies of humanity’s highest visionary dreams.
At the end of the material sludge fray is where Tsuda Umero joins the tutelar deities by the Kizuna Jinja’s koi pond—release the fleeting remnants of his bio-material sludge on the final earth day.
Enlightenment is the tingling notion of your own neo clan’s magic potion—reflecting the levels of valor and raw power of manifested tutelar deities.
Click the button to see the nature of ‘seity’—primordial ancestral spirits indeed—the reality of nature fully revealed—the quantum playing field—mentation of the surreal into lucid illusions—the subliminal embodiment of surreal delusions.
