the logic of being reinventive
Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 2:36 pm
On the basis of knowing this stuff. Can't tell if you are my logical reader or logical thinker reader.
I imagine most geniuses are logical thinker readers. Slightly above normal thought process, you imagine place, perfect, remedy. No one in this room has any idea. I am able to prove my perfect logical thinking simply by torturing each thought that goes through my brain.
If this has no sense to you whatsoever, you must be a logical reader.
Now, for my croud. I just woke up the other day and noticed something else different. What was happening that morning was that my eiro was much more validative than when I had woken up the day before. Picture perfect example: there were no colors flowing in through my eyes, only, the voices of angelic sounds. two: I was in array at the sound of the whisper of my own voice.
Pre-logical thinking. Yeah, I've walked down the aisles of some colleges. Never to take in mind what I already had known. Felt. Tasted already in my earlier dreams. Fragments consisted of particles of nothing until I had woken up this morning and felt the sensation of a minature sound instead of lights[lights being the representation of colors].
I was just wondering who would like to comment on this little getaway?
I imagine most geniuses are logical thinker readers. Slightly above normal thought process, you imagine place, perfect, remedy. No one in this room has any idea. I am able to prove my perfect logical thinking simply by torturing each thought that goes through my brain.
If this has no sense to you whatsoever, you must be a logical reader.
Now, for my croud. I just woke up the other day and noticed something else different. What was happening that morning was that my eiro was much more validative than when I had woken up the day before. Picture perfect example: there were no colors flowing in through my eyes, only, the voices of angelic sounds. two: I was in array at the sound of the whisper of my own voice.
Pre-logical thinking. Yeah, I've walked down the aisles of some colleges. Never to take in mind what I already had known. Felt. Tasted already in my earlier dreams. Fragments consisted of particles of nothing until I had woken up this morning and felt the sensation of a minature sound instead of lights[lights being the representation of colors].
I was just wondering who would like to comment on this little getaway?