Silent Era Comedy of Chaplin and The Quantum Note of Winning the Mind Share of the Audience

Image, Modern Times, 1936 by Charlie Chaplin

 

Silent Era Comedy of Chaplin and The Quantum Note of Winning the Mind Share of the Audience

Consciousness-Analogue

Subtle bonds of friendship are the psychic hologram of the creational ‘self’

They exist within the multitude dimensions of time, the ‘eternity’

Pathos is the existential cubic root of the tragedy of man

From the ape to the logocentric derision of God the Father

He has burnt his fingers in the fire between the stones

Thou art the light of the Absolute unmanifest, “gather ye rosebuds while ye May”,

The sea folded itself into the sand grains on my palm

Innocence that was lost was found on a coral shore of my memory

Transcendence was the virtue of silence in a flock of transmigratory birds

The sea-hawk was a reptile it had knowledge of the pristine nature

Zero is the mother of all gravity-kingdoms. The colours came from a visionless sat-meditation on acintya bhedabheda tattva

Thoughts replicate true order when nirvana is attained

For that to happen, the mind may connect to its root via deltrom-geltrom protein fibre

To see is to think that you exist not in a line of spatial continuity but as a vacuum-link to time perennial questions of the creation starting with ‘Who Am I’

It is a question to annihilate the subatomic particles in the Fermilab of the still Self till you recover the anti-I which is a kind of non-self matter of time in the evaluative process of the Cross- Judgement of matter in the ultimate spirit of existence

Consciousness streams allow particles to move – the sempiternal ‘poise’ is the bliss of the prabrahman sutra

Negate the self but not the time till you become ‘the sound from it all’ that came from the pre-origin monastery of primeval bodies before the great collision in alblackica time

The theatre was dark lit with many stars under the heavy canopy of Charlie Chaplin; man learned the language of laughter in the silent expressions of ‘joy and sorrow’

To win is not to lose but to win that which you can never lose.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “Gather ye rosebuds while ye May” (To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time- Robert Herrick)

 

 

 

 

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The Time-Ship of Eclectic Voyages in the Sap-Green Incident Wave Formed by the United-Day Matter Consciousness

Tribal Art, 2012, Bengal

The Time-Ship of Eclectic Voyages in the Sap-Green Incident Wave Formed by the United-Day Matter Consciousness

Consciousness-Analogue

Ivanhoe in the hour of the Alblackica dawn saw the revelation of the tree in the flame of night-illuminated birds of heaven finding their dance in the social-networking pages of Facebook twitters and in the primeval android machinery projected from outer space in the fabric of an indigenous homogenous culture by the teeth-aum of the zabber-moun; if dance is a form through which the in-Q-self of the rural-cosmopolitan expresses itself then dying is an old fashioned clothe of  novelty which has no further points in the meaning of human evolution, and, if death is later conquered by the dissolving electroplates of Alblackica then in the strangest harmony of love, ‘all day I dream about sport’, jumping into rivers of joy and swinging from tree to tree to squeeze the mango from the jelly-beans of the mind and let the pulp-seed be the frictionless self of another union of the stars in the zatter and in the vatter of the ancient matter ;

Savitri-mawa-Savitri in the jocund hours of the Ashwapati dream recognizes the dialogue of the hare with the fishing rods and with the sodium salt-plates and the sea; the Amazon readers are riding the sun-vehicles in the xenon-axis of a Porsche to turn the irrelevance into the passion-fruit of a new life and a new race; Saul Bellow was a good writer Paul De Mann in the hours of the cow eating the Hydroxide ions of Venezuela? In the rabbit-fur of the Eskimo, the moon was a dreaming harp of spaceship voyages in the Exazit-Acunva-Boxez-Time, octazimtod is dexanvucas as dexanvucas is octzimtod, the leafy glass-blade of changeless state was chanting the hymns to Strindberg, Apollo and Dionysius; honor is an isotope of radium double spin on single back-spin clockwise north-south on the 7-quaking aspens of the honorificabilitudinitatibus ; the fire was the eucalyptus of the Dogon tribe in the zeta-nuclei of the dwarf star.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Tribal Art (Patachitra/Bengal 2012/Village Artist)

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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