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Strange Moving Machine a.

We all are merely strange moving machine, and we feel through the reality everything.


Thinking, contacting to anything, feeling at each occasion, that typed strange moving machine.


In those realities, our any truth must have been stocked or equipped, in other words, clandestinely left at unknown place.


Feeling in touching and being touched by any other one or so is our own reality and our daily routine in keeping our own mind.


Our own strange nature is usually, ordinarily hardly be consciously noticed, but occasionally that nature unnecessarily visibly stands out in front of our mind and eyes, you know.


In any meeting, some useful contact and not that unpleasant one must be waiting for our own coming. 


We all also are only material as moving intentional minded own heartful moving machine. 
In these realities, joy, sadness, mercy, arrogance and any minded state and emotion exist.  


Moving usually is made and done for meeting somebody and working something in some place else. And in contacting something and somebody, any other thing could happen and can be made through that.  


Though, occasionally, I want to tell some other one to get that one to be an accomplice with me around disregarding any commonplace routine doing but more aggressively exceptional trial, so impulsively.  


Those fantasy is easily made in mind, and you are as well, that is our own mind appearance. And it must be dragged through our human's true nature as each individually movable.   


And the absolutely given condition won't change, nor won't be changed, only the truth is attached to us. 


In the absolutely set condition, any our own arbitrarily freely optional reality is laid on our daily reality.




(Irregularly continued)



Feb. 17th.  2024