Welcome to Alice’s restaurant. You can get anything you want here but you can’t get what you need. You already have that. Happy Thanksgiving!
Self-awareness is like a red rubber ball. The personal is where the rubber meets the road. One is not the pavement; be the ball. The hand of the noumenal absolute awaits the return.
But how does the noumenal give thanks? My self-awareness may appear to be a universe of consciousness by work procedures somewhere in the spontaneous process, but only by your earthly standards.
Thank the big bang; thank waves and particles; thank pink granite of cadillac mountain; thank space-time, north america, and atlantic ocean; thank you my erotic lovers.
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