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Originating as a happenstance language instructor has led to a deep appreciation, perhaps not without a smidgen of trepidation, of the mysterious functions threaded throughout the Lingua Franca, infused with a variety of embedded incantations.
These linguistic tricks become available to all who dare to explore the nooks and crannies inside the esoteric nature of ancient communication protocols—verbal vibrations of oral incantations reverberating and permeating the material world.
Indeed, Maggie May pointed out the other day that even the presenters on the legacy CBC state run media have seen much better days.
In fact, she was utterly gobsmacked and left in deep dismay at the disarray of the national broadcaster—evidence of that society's decay.
As can be plainly seen in the modern media scene, a solid grasp of linguistic proficiency is apparently no longer mandatory to become a well-compensated talking head reading off a teleprompter, broadcasting to the ubiquitous boob-tube, or as is more commonly known now, 'idiot box screens.
Life is full of mysteries and can often be found inside the phantasmagorical world of TBG, as she stated without a smidgen of emotion, or one iota of irony, yet with a faint smidgen of Japanese pride:
The standard English greeting, "How are you?" is the most braindead salutation to have ever passed humanoid lips, as she opined in a brutally straight, truthful line.
Unusual for the ambiguous Japanese; however, this is not the protocol when entering into the eternal matrimonial bond.
She is, indeed, after all, the honorable cryptic wife who slices and dices parts of the soul, as one of the many joys of blissful married life on the road to becoming whole.
The stark reality of the material world is when push comes to shove—nobody really gives a phack—the aim of the game of materialism—what can you do for me is the relentless theme—a zero sum game—0 to 1—the implicit ideals of physicalism, and what it means for the future of humanity.
So, without further ado, it's time to get a clue.
The most important health barometer of homeostasis starts with meaningful greeting protocol, identifying members of the mushrooming neo-societies spread across this exquisite orb.
How's your qualia and seity?
New paradigms take time to sink in, especially when the deep-seated indoctrination of materialistic programming kicks in.
For those of the autodidact class, congratulations on having passed one of life's toughest tasks—welcome to Civilization Three—a global neo-society inhabited by meta-conscious humanoid denizens who have become deeply intertwined with the notion of individuated seity and the quality of qualia.
Like it or not, everyone—there are no exceptions, no, not one—possesses their own seity, peek inside yourself to see.
To ignore this fact leads to an overall poor state of qualia, leaving the afflicted teetering on the edge of insanity.
Fundamental to nature, an inconspicuous force directs each and every individual, like a highly advanced game of Japanese shogi.
A primary example of the implicit influence of seity is the case of a free-range avatar anomaly, a rogue spark in the cosmic circuitry—seity having stipulated the creation of an animation—The Phantasmagorical World Of TBG.
Interestingly, seity has convened a sensational squad of exemplary Japanese to implement the wishes of this legendary seity, who may be directly related to the neo-clan's tutelary deity—avatars played as instruments to shakeup the molecular world tweaking Mother Earth's trajectory.
These highly trained professionals know exactly what to do, and even more interesting is the fact that an autodidact with an unstructured life, following the sun, finds it kind of fun to leave a playful legacy produced and directed by the mysterious seity, not me.
Awareness of the quality of internal personal experience, qualia, leads to becoming a free-range humanoid in the game of meta-conscious avatars, navigating the nooks and crannies of this Material Sludge—an accumulation of deeply intimate experiences, to be held sacred and shared only by you and seity.
Qualia can be described as individual, subjective experiences of perception—the "raw feels" or "intuition"—vibrating within the inner aspects of human sensory experiences.
This concept is embedded inside this meaningful 4-character compound—jū nin to iro—十人十色—ten people, ten colors—different strokes for different folks—as the homogeneous Japanese advocate—without a touch of irony, your 'color' is a date with fate.
Consider the quale of the color blue—the exact quality of "blueness" is an experience unique unto oneself.
No one else can directly access or understand this individuated experience, even when observing the same color.
An interesting social experiment to conduct with your Japanese counterparts is to ask them to name the colors of the traffic lights.
The answer is universal among the Japanese—red, yellow, blue—although the tone and hue of this blue are unique to the qualia of each individual Japanese person, who, for some reason, observes the traffic lights as some shade of blue.
The way qualia feels isn't dependent on any external factor, but is part of the natural experience of physical sensations gifted to humans to create meaningful internal experiences—the pain of heartbreak or the refined sweetness of TBG's legendary butter tarts are intrinsic to these particular experiences.
The time has come for more joy and fun, and this is when you greet the other with an introspective, cheerful daily greeting to identify with others who also embrace the day:
How's your qualia and seity today?
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