northanger (northanger) wrote,
northanger
northanger

AQ-192 = QUESTION = ROSE-MADDER

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cause when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,

But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must choose.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew,
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew,
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our soul.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be


Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cause when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.
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AQ 257 = JUNSUI KEIKEN (Nishida) = ALPHANUMERICS = DOLCE FAR NIENTE (Sweet doing-nothing; It's sweet doing nothing) [+].

AQ 290 = PURE EXPERIENCE (Nishida) = [OS][IR][RU][PT][RH][PD] (Platinum Group Metals) = 32 PATHS OF WISDOM = ASTRO-ANALYSIS = INFINITE TRUTH = NORTHANGER ABBEY.

The only 'ground' offered for the critique of Theory is this twice repeated phrase: "literature as literature." Literature as literature. Literature = literature. What is literature, though? Literature as literature. But what is literature, qua literature? Doesn't this point to some kind of essence, so essence-like, that it is unable to achieve the orbit needed to escape its own essence and engage in the act of 'in-and-for-itself' reflection that would allow it to say something beyond A= A? [+].

Despite the most strenuous and imaginative efforts of contibutors on the thread below, it looks as though Khattak is preening in solitude, without chromatic competition. The nature of the Aeon exposed in all its scarlet (sanguinary / long-wave) radiance? RED = 54. IR = MAD = 45. [+]

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