The Wheels are Walking on the Frictionless-Will of the Eye-Wave Function

 The Wheels are Walking on the Frictionless-Will of the Eye-Wave Function

Consciousness-Analogue

The eye-wave function of the frictionless-will determines the objectification of sound in the ticking of the clock or in bells; smooth alabaster sheets are rhythmic to the particle size of the molecules and in motion it creates the balance of the dawn, a peacock eye-sight of the little Krishna in the fire-ether madness of the absolute rotating in space from South Charlotte Street in Edinburgh to Novia Scotia 6781 lines to 1876 lines, Alexander replied to the evolutionary cells of auditory sensations to pulsate at a higher rate than usual changing substance with form of scientific resolution in the wave antonym of the particle; rainbow was refracted in the will of the eye creating angular momentum of the vastness of the spirit that dives into the soliloquy of Hamlet, to revere is to understand the principles on which ethics was formulated by the hind-leg of the horse in the walking of systems and processes that determine the functions of an advanced society; Moliere’s L’École des femmes made the cat-box of education a tool for improving its own classes by subjecting books to the order of the day and putting words beneath the eyes of a woman who wants to know why chairs are not glasses made of wooly cotton under the sofa of a tyrant king. Days that are over in the timeline of space collect bytes so the head is held high into the square rectangle of the sun image that’s the sign of future years in the philharmonic orchestra of the truth identification.

Realization leaves no room but opens a chapter that’s not classified on the taxonomy of Linnaeus but on the pollination of the mind’s reconciliation with the material word of existence by analyzing how the apple and the tree make merry when the wind blows and after rain, waking up before sunrise to sign the amity of Harmonia, letters were carried by the divine salt-plates of Alblackica into the rivers and the sea, each line measured the exact weight of the ion in the sun-years of Eragman to know where the Brahman lives and its consulates.

Hello was the first word that made the antelope run as the sky saw the creatrix’s statistical inputs in the relative quantum chassis of the yoving-car of sunyata balancing the conservation of mass-energy from the photonic albums of the primal stars: there was no light then came a red flame pale as lavender yet burning like the embers and creating patterns on the butterflies wings and on the tiger’s skin that cradles the night in the tears of the day.

All that was good was bright and gay.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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