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DAKSHINAMURTI! AS A DEVICE!
Now someone such as a morphed Marpa, were to come upon the symbology of Dakshinamurti and because of a previously UNDOCTORED VERSION saw it for what it was?
A DUMB CHARADE being played out as a parody of a picture perfect!
Then supposing Marpa wanted to report it to the authorities that here was something wrong, taht there was something deviant and devious going on, he counted point a finger to it and say THIS IS IT but he knew that something was certainly wrong with the devices and desires of democracy which was morphing into a dictatorship under his very eyes and the dictorship was demonizing into a despotic de-vice and the despotic device was descending into displacement activities and displacement activities were playing pantomines with dumb charades and the whole thing was too demeaning to go moaning about but what does one do when . . .
and how does one complain about an invisible pain?
and how does one complain about an invisible absence of demonstrable demolition of a democratic delimited dint of don't of dearth?
and how does one complain when it is being done at the behest of the best powers that be?
EXCEPT BY DISPLACEMENT DISTANCES!
DEMOCRATISING DRAMA!
When you can't see quite clearly the best to throw some dust up into the air and see the miasma clear the air!
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STRANGE TO TELL
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among the Earthen lot--
Some could articulate,
while otthers not:
And suddenly,
one more impatient cried:
Who is the potter, pray, and who the Pot?'
Omar Quayyam
So how to tell THE EARTHEN LOT
whether it is the people who mould their priorities
or their politicians will mould them down to poultice?
to labour a point:
'who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?' |
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By democratizing the drama of the dumb charades!
By democratizing the dementia of the deviant devices!
By demobilizing the DE-MEANING OF DOMINANT MEDIA!
BY de-activating the deliriums of the demogogue!
By DEMONSTRATIVE FORENSICS!
OF AUTOPSIES AND POST-MORTEMS
HELD IN LINGUISTICS,
AUTISTICS,
TALE-TWISTS
AND BY INVOKING THE PARODY OF A TEPID THEATRICS AS WAS DONE WITH A SOMERSET MAUGHAM'S
of which another day.
BUT HERE'S DANCING ON THE:
RAZORS EDGE (1944), which is his book about a spiritual quest!
"This book consists of my recollections of a man with whom I was thrown into close contact only at long intervals, and I have little knowledge of what happened to him in between," Maugham wrote in the beginning of the story. "I have invented nothing." Maugham tells of a young American veteran who moves through superbly described settings: Italy, London, the Riviera, Montparnasse. He seeks in the end relief in India from the horrors of war and gains a sense of being at one with the Absolute, through the Indian philosophical system known as Vedanta.
But Maugham being a boring sort of Brit did not see as much as a greater writer would have done!
Nor is his jejune jujitsu going to do the juicy jumpstart to a jampacked janta!
Because as he himself has admitted:
"Most people cannot see anything, but I can see what is in front of my nose with extreme clearness; the greatest writers can see through a brick wall. My vision is not so penetrating."
AND TO SEE
THROUGH THE GREAT BRICK WALL
WE NEEDS HOLISTICS OF
holoGRama svaRajya!
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