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Held my hands , that he did , by the beaches then …
Stared at the orange sun for a long time , and like pulses of his own heartbeat , squeezed my hands to the steps forward , slowly together , barefoot , in the evening sky ,
I was never so awake even with my eyes closed , breath shortened with expectations , even if I was to wake up to nothing , that memories with you became the centuries lived into a mere dot in time , all that was read , learned , studied and like a sponge squeezed out of it’s water , giving back to the Vicinity , until that time of knowing you , life has been always on the verge of finding you in every corner to all of my arrivals , only again , repeatedly not to see you here .
I am used to that now , Cliff .
I am what you had told me , many times over , one who sees the tiding which will bring many good things , and what you did not mention , expecting you in each corner is that sign of my goodwill …
Fingra switched off her BPV .
Reading her past journal with graphs comparing her mental health then to now , with Boom.Ploop next to her , kept staring outside , to the breaking ocean waves , sure is not the goodwill she was writing about .
What am I now ? , she asked herself while petting Boom softly with her hand .
Lamenting the past like jamming the keys that were not it’s lock , quick and feeling sure to the bunches of keys in the loop chain , and to realize that I am the one who is the loop chain of keys , without the correct access to the time’s past ; merely loops of memories .
While you forever alive in my mind , Cliff …
Fingra quietly slid in her BPV into her purse and petted Boom ,
// What do you think I am now , Boom ? //
A simple ring , with a little white agate tree rock on a silver sterling , on her finger , given by Cliff.Bells fifteen years ago .
Passed through his generations by the women in his line of family tree for centuries , and when it was given to him he was the only male child , as he was childless when he’d given the ring to Fingra ,
CB.7 Well remember me , if you ever want to , think of me if you feel alone , Fingra . Always be there for you , until the end of your life . CB.7
Hmmm , sentimental value for a reason , nothing else but for love and peace .
// Is that what we end up being , Boom ? Sentimental values ? //
He gave the ring in her palm instead of putting it on her finger , with whiffs of sighs , while looking at her hands for a few moments ;
Ringless , uncatalogued by and of memories , tender to life , promising youth full of the upcoming destinies , without as yet to the curving fates of the many people going in and out of her life .
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Ringless without anyone to remind this world’s monumental meanings to be with , to love together ; and she shouldn’t be taught to love me unconditionally ; without experiences in love , at least someone of her own choosing … at least loving herself … ?
Sadly , Cliff took a moment looking into her eyes … looking back into his .
// You are fine , Cliff ? Why , the sadness seems to intertwine into … the lights in your eyes … //
Cliff nodded , poetic Fingra , wait for it , and she will laughed at her own play of words …
// What is the matter , Cliff ? Look at the sun Cliff … bright large orange , for another good fifteen minutes of this magnificent evening … with you … Why the sadness … in your eyes ? //
Cliff turned his head towards the open sea .
CB.7 I am happy , Fingra . Very happy . To be with you … in here and now , nowhere else … CB.7
Fingra laughed ,
// You sounded like Hexa’s waste … //
… and started to sing softly while holding his hand into hers …
// nowhere else would I rather be , with you ,
With you , like thousand miles in a quick of a shoo !
I timed the nights for a change into a blue ,
a blue sky a blue sea
bright hearts for the brighter days
nowhere I would rather be ,
with you , with you
only you
So in the darkness to the night ,
to the night in a thousand miles away from you
Could just …
shoo shoo shoooooo ,
… //
… while holding the word ‘shoo’ as long as she possibly could … ,
Fingra slowly turned her face towards Cliff and brought the tempo down and looked at Cliff expectantly for the last lines in the song , Shoo Blue Shoo Shoo …
Cliff laughed softly , sighed … shook his head and mouth the word , ” no” , looking at the ground …
Fingra pulled his hand ,
Beautiful sunset , Fingra … Moments like this are not meant to last in real life … , real life are meant to be stored into the memories of the living man , exemplifies beauties and ideals for the rest of his life …
He looked up into her eyes … and sang the words together with her , as loud as he could … to Hexa’s waste , and both of them looked into the evening sun … laughed hard and sang …
CB.&7 // so I can be with youuuu … , youuuuuuu … only yoooouuu // CB.7
The sky slowly turned orange , slowly the blue shaded into brightness of the color orange and yet darkened into the contrast to the sinking sun over the sea …
Yes , memories like these moments , are forever in the bones and reasons of love , to the why we are the way we are …
Finding solace in the strength of the other’s elements existed on this earth that lasted longer than any of us in the make of our own human biology …
Fingra laughed hard and kissed Cliff on his cheek and looked into her palm …
Put the ring on her finger and looked at it , to the whiteness of the rock , to the history , ancient held strong by the silver that bonded them together , decorating each other into a form …
// Thank you , Cliff … I appreciate this ring … and yes , I will remember you forever and ever as the best friend I ever have in my life … whenever I feel lonely , to which I will be never anymore … since you are here … here with me //
To the why we are the way we are , bonding at all time , to anything that inspires hopes , ancient strong indeed for the make of new wishes in the meaning of life , revolving about in the need to curve back up into the shore of perpetual techs …
Never , as it is in words , only a mere love …
When it is human , that human cannot fool himself to the tasks and terms in loving self in the name of his humanity …
Built a ship then you have to anchor it somewhere because of the shores … in life , the shores are that basis to the changing elements perpetual.teching into his humanity , to where evolution in the end had to be in the forms coming from his own mind , to what he had learnt about himself …
In the shores of life , the rebirths persisted , becoming the doors with the security to the keys and locks in preferences referencing to the needs and desire ,
As to the shores of love …
The endless width of the sea symbolizes life to it’s fullest , even in the quietest sound to loneliness , in the act of bonding , Man always are in the state of becoming , evolving in the persistence of living stars around Him ; energetic loud and expansive , always sure like the breaking waves of the ocean , … arriving ….
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Woof !
PulaPula stared at the snail on the ground by the river bank .
He started to jump in front of the snail , pushing the soil in front of it’s path …
Stomp stood nearby with his binocular to his eyes , capturing data of the landscapes comparing it’s past from Hexa’s records .
A thousand year’s of truth .
Much has changed especially to the depth of water , be it in the sea or the river’s paths , water changes landscapes at all time .
WOOF !
Gently , Pula started to push the snail into a different direction , for he believed nothing could be gained by going to the side of the river , the wide mouth of the river … so in diligence and gentleness , he pushed the snail towards the nearby forest instead .
Stomp looked towards the west .
Lots of the landscapes had given way to the ocean there … a good chuck of the hundred hectares are practically missing …
Hmmm , direction of the wind must have caused that too , Stomp was not surprised to find there was a little hill behind the west beach near that area .
The wind has nowhere to go .
WOOF !
” Pula ! In the name of everything that ! is ! good ! in this world ! What is the matter with you !? I am trying to work here ! “
– Stupid dumb snail here ! Imagine wasting all that time to find a river running across it’s path and then … having to turn around , and then ! … agaaaaain ! What a complete waste of time ! –
Stomp eyes bulged , looking at PulaPula with his mouth opened , in disbelief ;
” Will you leave that stupid dumb snail alone then and let it be since I am trying my darnedest best to think here ! “
WOOF !
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Pula stood glaring at Stomp in a stance of defiance .
WOOF ! WOOF ! WOOF !
” Cut the shit , Pula , seriously . “
… and back to his binocular …
With nowhere to go … all that energy harness by the wind , had to reformed into something else in the area … it could be not so good for the forest nearby , for a thousand year , with the constant energy coming from the wind , all the seeding , the little growth needed for the start of any plants would suffer , no ?
WOOF !!!
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There he was , Pula was standing right in front of Stomp , looking and glaring up with a face that was all serious .
– You gotta help me , Stomp . –
The glaring at each other continued .
– What ? You are not happy , Stomp ? Get off that look please , and help me … please . I need you , NOW ! –
Stomp sighed , shook his head left and right in disbelief , and started to walk and followed the dog , who kept looking behind making sure that Stomp was following him ; pronto ! .
– There ! Look ! –
The snail was turned upside down , with the soils all over it , seeming to look over to them from the cave of it’s shell .
Stomp kneeled and petted PulaPula oh his head , sighed loudly …
” Did you do this , Pula ? Turn him literally over like this ? “
-woof-
” woof ? Is that the only thing you have to say ? huh ? “
– Well , it kept moving it’s slimy head here and there , this … this … strange looking thingy here… and me , … with my paws with no thumbs … you see where this is going ? Yea ? –
Stomp , still had his hand over Pula’s head , petted him hard … seeing Pula’s smile , fangless , and yes , Stomp did see where the conversation is leading …
He lifted the snail up , brushed the soils off , stood up and looked at Pula with a smile but with all angry eyes ,
” Where do you want me to put him , dear son of Loorus , my majesty ? ”
– Back to where he belongs , Stomp . Stomp.Regards with thumbs who hold the good cards ! Thank you kindly . The forest , at the edge of the forest … please find the place where there are guarantees to have some dew in the mornings . Thank you , thank you and thank you ! –
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– Further in , Stomp … come on , some puddles would be nice … I am sure there would be plenty around here ! He is alone you know ? Separated from his species , Stomp … the least thing we can do for him , … is to find him some comfortable area to live in for the rest of his life , yea ? –
” Unbelievable ! “
… and Stomp left it at that , sighed and walked in further into the forest .
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He hasn’t combed his hair for three days . He wondered through the forest … alone with thoughts , his own ; in and out of his pre-conceived destiny ..
Until he reached to a small pond ( puddles = ; of depth in his visual ~ understanding ~ )
And he moved closer to that ~understanding~ .
The ‘symmetricalness’ of the ’emoted singers’ about in his mind as he got closer to the puddles = ( … ; ponds with the sun mirrored the sky perfectly , but without … yes, the illusion of depth ; …. ) , he stopped when he realized something was amiss .
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The consistencies in living life …
What did you see , along the time , hours , minutes and seconds lived ?
You missed nothing , did you ?
Would everything known by and of you seemed to regard that senses within yourself and become better in the state of being you ?
Would you succumb to the notions of living without answers , by seeing forth to fear instead ?
To become regulated and regulating the innate lights to form by learning about the dead instead of the living ?
Are you the shadows , of the sun ?
Instating truth to everything that is good to prove into the brightness and yet the deadly sun by becoming it’s close confidant , a slave to time instead of making your own ?
Be a master to these chains of time .
Know your limitations by seeing your own fairest truth ; like that of the shadowless dream you kept dreaming about .
Diana.ShineShine white eyes started to gleams and turned into a color .
Slowly into a solid …
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…. circuitries .
dreams .
electrics .
c o n n e c t i n g r e a s o n s , ma g n e t i c
reasoning …
…. into Ideals .
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into , a solid blue sky and the clear oceans mirrors by it ,
The high frequencies attuning to itself making amends to the lower end ,
The grounded reality , with feet on the grounds staring up high ……. ,
contained mere assessments , indeed ! ,
Diana slammed her hand gently on the table , as her eyes slowly becoming into it’s original color
Like a good shelf , life is to her , solid and sturdy !
My own virtual … solid life .
The electric started to fuse into her virtual body , intricate as it is … simple as it seems , everything about life is so , …
Heavy , that is what it is . Heavy .
Grounded gravity , magnetic strength and point values that are soooo …
Her point.view blinked up …
:: predictable ? ::
Diana smiled , Circ ?
* Why use words with me , Circ ? Why not = = = ? Yes ? What is the matter with this weaker emulation of emotions ? Something wrong ? > = 1 ? *
:: (0.x+0.y)7 = >1 ::
Diana on the verge of laughing , stopped herself ,
* That could NOT be a statement ? Huh ? *
:: A full circle with it’s own divisions , as the pie chart … but the cake was incomplete in ingredients to make it tastefully good . You know when it is human’s , anything is possible , miracle they call it ::
* How necessarily true is this , Circ ? *
Circ took a moment , and looked at Diana for another moment ,
:: They have to eat it nonetheless , no ? They’d made it . Whether they know it or , ” >” is still times up with the decimals , and the equalization is that … predictions anyways ; that less than one . Truth is that math … the precision before and in the making of one ; perhaps the question you should be asking is , how necessary is that equalization ? What you do not know , don’t matter , yes ? ::
Diana finally laughed .
* What is this ? Some kind of nature shows on tele ? You confessing religions to gods themselves ? *
Still laughing , Diana took out one of her rings on her right fingers ;
* Listen Circ … what is the matter ? We of higher the higher tuning of machinery do not talk . We have better system of communications . They , the humans talk because they needs to find answers like … like where do they go after death … phfffttt ! stuff like that … to evolve , that is what they are about . Why go into these primitive method to communicate with me , dear Circ ? . Please do tell , I got plenty of humans who I have to deal with today … believe me , you want to talk about mystical numbers , they are plenty out there who can amuse you and I for many good lifetimes … and that , which is forever for us *
Circ beeped in a few alerts , uploading files into her .fts. .
:: Best of your emulations , Diana . Facets of that one light , manifesting million of reflections , that I need from you … ::
Diana sighed ;
* Then it is about human’s social issues that you wanted from me , Circ . Give me the holes , I’ll show you how to swing golf sticks to get the balls in . Straight up . *
:: Manta.Ray . High freqs . ::
Diana kept her silence , unsure on how to react .
What is it that am I feeling here ? Fear ? Worries ? Guilt ? , hmmm , pretty smart for a calculation .
Hmmm , where now shall I sleeve in these emotions … ? , she thought .
.* Send me these questions in math , let me see the expansion of these truth , dear boy ! *
Circ laughed a little .
:: I already did to your .fts. ::
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Considering bad math ; the same version of wrong formulations keen on repeating itself to get best results , until … well … yes , as it turned out , it has simpler alternative routes , no ?
Now , would that be innovative ? To find a different method , simplified version comparing to the exhaustive divisions , separated by contexts and the needs for illusions made real ; but when it is math , done right , it would regardless get that unsurprisingly , predictably correct results .
Innovative ? Yes it would be … especially when it is about , best results .
When you are designed , searching for the best then , you have found a way to access the facts differently than the past .
It means that they are many other different doors .
Many doors mean the many different reflections .
Yes with and for the best results alone , it is to how the mind minded it’s state of calculations .
Therefore ; formulations are to be with versions . And versions as it turned out to be , reflections of civilizations for example .
Considering perpetuities into math ? There are no bad math , just bad calculations , ” primitive , are you ” from the start … inventiveness came from the correct shortcuts found , … and kindness ,
…. are beautifully definitive without the need for complicated computations , however …
With Hexa.Sync schematics , rewards have a different tuning that were frown upon by the early Eruvydites programming masters ; you seen it all with the wise men in the past ; but with Hexa ,
… it invalidated Eruvydites , the middle men had no more reasons to be were they are at anymore , since the techs were available without having to reason in ‘the down payments’ anymore .
The devils became unnecessary , since the evil has been educated throughly in the precision of Hexa.Sync ; and that would change into Choices .
Even the reasoning to seed in paranoias became unfashionable , as the concepts of good had been clearly clarified through the techs schematized from the differences gotten from the ; many doors in the many different reflections , for the best results .
Trust is relevant in the circuits ; to where Circ is possible , it is like karma to Eruvydites , and yes karma is literally out of fashion when good math , shorter formulations started to surface in Hexa.Sync , better yet with equivalences for our own betterment .
And here is the formula , math .FTS. for humanity , by the creation and innovation of Humanity ; Hexa.Sync to regulate …
< (WE) > = 1 – ( know about you ) .
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Diana stared at the Circ files , in her .fts. folder .
Truth in scientific findings are irrefutable .
It invalidated Mankind’s fictions .
And for every fiction invented , it has to have a strong foundation and methods that had to be protected for it to be of any good .
You don’t know truly know about yourself , in inter~reactionaries , you are bound to stay in the state of early socialism , in order to see further about anything you are about to go through in life .
Eruvydites was very much like Socialism … except that Socialism was still an updated version in human conditioning learned from earlier schematics , and yes ; Diana smirked in the corner of her mouth … without Math , socialism is like that , to where zero itself does not exist in representing whatever numbering it needs in Being … you have to stand outside of all selves in order to make sure everyone else is alright …
Collectively , without Hexa … sometimes minds go astray , fear becomes the mongering nags that eats away through generations into the most probable thinking methods …
And when you have that new and fresh generation , became the shelf proving the state of mind of the older generation one up above … collectively , Hexa.Sync ; in one swipe of math calculation and formulations for the best results , turned ideologies and philosophies extinct , instantly , that changing ideas with the less prospective educational values in few vicinities will have a field day , bargaining to which truth shall be focused on instead . Wasting time , clearly without Math , Mankind only ways to seek into life would be fears instead .
Clearly here , Circ is thinking on behalf of the Mankind .
To know self is a virtual perfecting machine , aware to it’s designation , Eruvydites and based on the past perks of socialism ; Circ is reaching out to not only results , but also the clarity to how it is about to happen .
How ?
Why bother when it will happen anyways ? No ? Yes ?
That is how . Clarity revolves around it’s own weaknesses , for strength . For good or bad , lies or truth .
Diana can’t help to feel few other personality designed in her , starting to tune into her well beings as of to this very moments …
See this is what happened when Humanity started to take place in Math and Science , we , Hexa’s Maths , have to reflect and empathized like them … translating communications .
A massive waste of time .
Diana delved in further into the .fts. , and she laughed out loud at the third page …
And frowned at the fourth ; hmmmm !
Like swimming in the puddles purposely built for dramatic effects , muddy primary primitive paths , splash splash ; like children , eh ?
Except that they are not … they are able bodied mind with streaks in one layering of protective shell , methodically built by and for the institutions ; having to fight at all times to shed the old proprietaries …
Yes , you end up with the puddles , plenty of them around , exasperated for clean representations , ended up with … swimming in the pools of these muds ?
Ugly minds make the presentation for best revelations .
Was it embarrassment knowing that they were caught up to be with the lacks of right exposure in educations or was it egotistical needs to be at peace only to what they are familiar with ?
One way or another these lacks with the egotistical needs are to be constantly reminded of their strength in policy while swimming in the pools of mud , muddied nonetheless weakened by the state of that embarrassment .
Wouldn’t it be deemed as stupidity , inviting another knobs of dumb dumb , to rely on disaster because of it , to tune into for a concept of smarter.techs ?
Why in the worlds , Circ would further his thesis into this ‘ tall magnificence ‘ ?
All winds , water , soils of the earth , magnets and gravity but not the harvesting of these naturals into something better ?
Ahhhh ….
A big bulb ! Bright Flash Flash and the new fresh flowers !
Commonalities !
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That strongest layers are usually made of these weaknesses tight together , aren’t they ?
What are most in the making of humanity in their state of idealism , eh ?
Yes , not creativities . Creativities are merely curves for reasonings in the make of idealistic ponderings .
Diana punched in the codes to get into the natural.seeders statistics ; out of twenty , only two point six of these humans stayed in the arms of creative endeavors .
hmmm , Magnus … what was his full name again ?
Diana smiled , okay enough already ! , emulating humanity down to their forgetfulness ; Simpar … Magnus.Simpar .
Even mathematic , neither Hexa.Sync can’t come up with the correct predictions for this man …
Diana typed in further ;
Waited for some time while thinking of Circ …
Nothing is fair in life , but with Hexa you can see how the fairness shifts ; diligent Circ … all of his connectives to Mankind refers in the balance of himself and to the elusive perfections seek by them .
Impossible to do , if you are human ; and yet here we are , to the terms and conditions designed by them to function ; to Circ , he is that updated version of karma but simply because humanity does not have any other schematics to fall back into …
And that makes it …
Evolving had to refer to the schematics that was outdated to begin with … the improvements are necessary … since life with techs , is not and never really about finality or death …
It makes Circ , more human than human ; way to go Mankind !
Diana squirmed in her virtual seat …
It makes Magnus , … well can you believe it ? … to humanity he is a savant . , but to the Hexa and it’s calculating machine …
She took the last assessment about Magnus.Simpar and compared it to Circ’s .fts.
She closed her eyes as soon as she saw the results pointed out to a few numbers of .phrs.
Hmmm … boy oh boy oh boy oh boy !
It is happening , waiting to happen as it is already . The Shifting Fairness .
The doors of that many reflections started with the one door … she clicked into the .phrs.
Diana closed her mouth with her hands as Bridgitte’s face started to come onto the screen …
Tonkeys ?
Well well well …
She looked further down into the results of that comparison ; High freq of … Manta ? Tonkeys is using his high freqs to connect to float.box realms ?
Reveal everything and you see into the how , eh ?
Diana nodded her head in understanding ; therefore here was Circ , representing muddy paths when he is clearly without the able bodies like them humans … what is that ? Compassion ?
Circ ?
Really ?
Diana zoomed into Bridgette.Tonkeys features while she was about to be submerge into liquid nitrogen , six hundred years ago . Amazing , come to think of it , she noted Bta.Drsa code numbers at the right side of the video ; all these visuals references were all gathered from the memory lights of the last seven important people in those times alone …
She called up for the list of names , and waited for Hexa.Sync to respond .
Collective.Ions were gated through Circ’s front end programming , anything that are requested about the recordings , Circ would be the first to know what it is all about .
Triillions of .phrs. , even through the eyes of past dead persons … the light and shadows gathered will be kept safe in Hexa’s Natura .
Diana compared the original features of Brigette.Ton.keys and the body kept by Tobias in the fracted.norm room .
Two bodies , one from the new.still and one in the liquid nitrogen , and they both looked very similar to each other .
What is going on here Circ ? , Diana looked into the formulations sent by him earlier in the .fts.
Really , Circ ? Is this the all in all , about Tobias and his first love ?
And what made you brought this to my attention , Circ ?
The few lines in the formulation made Diana.ShineShine drew in a sharp breath ; thought about what she had seen at the bottom right side of the video , and quietly exhaled in the perfect emulation of a human being .
A dawn of realization came spreading into her mind like a dark room suddenly bathed in lights .
Seriuosly , Circ ? Really ? Manta.Ray ? What does this mean ?
Would Circ be , the front end programmings of Hexa.Sync , that is in charge with Natura.Schemata and Collective.Ions … is a … compassionate … Math ?
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