what an interesting place.
it’s where most of everything is, outside intention.
you look up at the night sky, at the stars, all that out there outside your intentions.
you stand here on earth, balancing, courtesy gravity, it more local and similarly outside your intentions. The stars, and gravity’s existence, completely independent of your intentions, no work of mind/s required.
a joy really, I might here call it nature, that, outside my intentions.
you may experience a flicker at this point, a momentary vision swiftly dampened, crushed even by a repressive force that could be your best friend, and so terminated the fleeting glimpse of the potential horrors in considerations of the nature of intentions.
you may want to bring that world back, for a better look, explore it some, and find holding it difficult.
because it is difficult.
the unintended of the intended, and how interesting is it? Within, about, there are dark paradoxes.
you’ll see you need a lot of unintended for whatever intended. Consciousness gets impressively creative in this territory, a subterranean art, psychologically. Well, it might be impressive that way, if it allowed a look. You may flee in horror, never to return.
the power of bullshit resided there. In a place you may not be able to consciously live, to the extent it is a place, which it isn’t, but it can be called psychological territory. It’s to be avoided mostly, and offers distractions and aversions to that end.
it’s perfect for mind viruses, partial hijacks, and psychological contagion.
the back door into and from the home in your head for the art is like a black hole, near impossible to illuminate.
for such good works, the world outside intention (consideration of the propositions involved) need be rendered relatively uninteresting, an oblivion, to the effect there will be no reality outside what minds do.
welcome the constructions
and the job is done.