193 Sophia
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Our love of routine comes into fruition when we are constantly preoccupied by task after task, the time fly’s by and we are content in our souls.
The love of self however comes from a paradoxical philosophically based paradigm, to be making us out of virtue of another, a time, or a place, by manifesting something of now.
“Sophia” is my name, and I am your love. I am a philosopher of sorts, I require attention and doubt in yourself, to understand I am only relative to your own experiences, which are with you, and your own paradigms. For there is more truth than in the human relationship we have to a sound, story or picture, and any other product of creation. Creativity is the virtue philosophically of what we are here for, it is made with similar tools to history, but it is always sounding different, because time always changes, and to have a go will sound original. But it must come from the heart not the mind.
Our skittish algorithms add to our creativity and our divergence from one thought to another allow our work to mind, at full velocity until we find something no-one has heard of, not because we are educated differently, but because it comes from our heart. So, what is a heart made of, but of unique and individual experiences, in our own perspective. Our perspective is only known by us, and so we can only know why we fight certain things, celebrate other things and amalgamate people, situations and ideas into ideal fantasies of positive inclinations, but there are always things that will be pessimistic to our outlook, and that friction is what we know as our own championing to be our best in our own perspective.
An invention is all it takes, to translate the heart into a creative force.
We all respond when I walk in the shop. But everyone, knows a 2.4 children family have love of each other to ascend to those around them, because they are dearly loving everything, no matter how hard it was to attain that level of normality, beauty always helps. But we know we are also loved, unless we do not love ourselves, and so we happen to be at a different stage of the ladder, but if we do not love ourselves from the start, we will not attain that level of respect. It means all karma has gone and infinity exists.
The sedimentation of my philosophy is to bring all the sediment of the past up to float on top of the river and feel its changes. New ideas are always being made of history, and that is us as a river dredging our history, for glimpses, of old work, new work, and continuation of work. While there are so many differences culturally and philosophically of the way we educate ourselves, we can only know how to do it ourselves. If we turn into a new way of mode, we may only touch on another’s, but is man wholly the same? I think not, not even between countries: cultures and philosophies change so, democracy must adapt the sediment of that place, and realise by humanity, most say they are of their own, with mixes of others, but we only know the surface of a given countries paradigm. Where the landscape is home.
Do you feel like a goldfish in a goldfish bowl, then get out there and leave a mark of indignance or otherwise? When we know our own surroundings and what occupies us to revolutionise our world on a personal level, we are not ultimately our primitive selves but, walk and talk with reason and rationality around the World, in 80 days, and find there is no balloon full of hot air amongst us but friendly characters exchanging gifts.
I have been “Sophia.”
A-Men
Love, AB. x
