# an amount of visual deception last night at approximately 09:30 sbt a stroll around the old town low cloud cover and no stars in early spring warm outside as researchers fumbled aimlessly around they began doing what they often do while walking around at night thinking who are all these strangers what do they do with their lives what kind of question even is that maybe an old philosophical playspace partly brought on by a certain uncertain soul sadness partially because one likes to imagine that whoever they are they have real answers when they probably don't feeling they lead far more interesting dynamic and adventure filled existences more full of meaningful meaning than one's own but then there's things one does already know in soul say the strong suspicion there's only existence and reality and nothing is truly separate from anything else in other worlds a radial living sentient nonduality zen void despite this feeling one still wonders about the lives hidden behind those cold hard designer doors to imagine they're up to special unique and carelessly fascinating er stuff events yet if only one knew or could hope to understand the truer extent of one's own unique life expression one might feel happier more intense and better off better than say strolling around dead quiet dead end northern post industrial towns late at night on one's ownsome still some friends would be nice now and then wandering through these backstreets of life one wonders how is it one can't express the living totality of the truer extent scale and supermassive strangeness of being alive at this unique moment in spacetime right here right now what is its truer meaning it must have something to do with the special supernature of existence a unique mood tone feeling one gets in the bones as one looks around mind space probing expanding contracting trying to feel one's existential way through this dark brooding electronic labyrinth of the floating sensual overworld once at the top of the low hill one can look down at the lights in all the houses of all these unknown strangers these odd humalien entities with their quality post stereo hi fi equipment their often barely even retro obsolete flat screen wall mounted holovision popup screens proudly showing the l8est developments in underground japanese realtime computer generated internets artworks it all makes one wonder carelessly as if spinning asking what in the heck is all this and how did we get here researchers of big science are often helped here by notions of irreducibility which states there can be no expression of reality shorter than the raw expression of reality itself of the state of being scientifically big of now the current infinite moment as the only truest expression of everynonthing // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]