(follow-up to yesterday's thought)
That's right, thank you! It's the other way around.
The amalgam mirror is upside down.
The hall is empty. Reflection is a material property.
Reflection and refraction.
I'm a three-dimensional artist. I know all about these properties.
I even know about the possibility of the physically impossible.
And how can you be so super stupid?
I can see where it's gone. I'm not smart at all,
but where it's coming from is a mystery.
In fact, it's not a fact that the principle of ability correlation
Is a communicating vessel.
Hope for compensation,
by imagining the water level in a curved pipe.
You're a bunch of crazy physics geeks.
Where there's a loss, there's a gain--
is not a reasonable hope.
It's gone, that's all.
you're a fool and you'll die a fool.
Because kinetic mechanics is the wrong subject.
Life is a chemical process, not a physical one.
-Magical, to be exact.
Thank you, monkey, now we've killed
any vestige of faith in a just solution to all questions.
There's no method for the forces of nature
A communicating vessel.
And sea level - your plumb line is universally regulated by the moon.
But this you have not taken into account.
Arrived doesn't mean it's gone.
I don't know anything, I didn't kidnap anything.
It just arrived.
Where I get my energy from, it doesn't drain.
It's not an unspent ruble.
I got the inheritance, maybe.
Yeah, sue me.
A vampire? Oh, yeah, sure.
but the judge would have to be a plumbing pro
and an understanding of kinetic physics.
Why is that?
Where there's a loss, there's a gain-- justice.
And water levels.
I got sidetracked.
It's about reflection in general - the hall is empty.
Lao Tzu said: The Tao refracts no rays.
Damn camera obscura - laughing in the dark.
Get away from the physical these analogies, try it.
The only thing is, they're not analogies, at all.
Turn it upside down, blur the focus,
peek through the hole in the drapes, the camera obscura,
your love is never what it seems.
I'm sorry, Nabokov,
but you didn't get too far out of the physics room,
only kicked out the door before the end of class.
"...she was eating ice cream in an ugly way..." -
he didn't love his daughter, he chose her over his dream,
and that's how she died. That's laughing in the dark.
Nabokov, you were kicked out of class for failing,
You were too interested in the prism of physics.
but we adore you all the same.
So what we're talking about is the material of essence.
And that's an oxymoron right off the bat.
Fucking is better, at least there's chemistry,
and we don't know anything about it,
To make ridiculous judgments.
And stack them up for later.
I'm off topic again.
The auditorium is empty, he's reflecting what isn't there. It's unbelievable.
Is this about the material's ability to absorb rays?
No, I forgot to say it's a response received
To the previous post, "everything you do
there should be no you at all."
"reflection is unacceptable," and.
"creativity is the ultimate sincerity,
into impersonality."
the theme of brilliance is here again.
It haunts me in different languages.
In Chinese, brilliance and limited are direct synonyms.
But hell, the room is empty at this press conference.
Reflection of the material.
but material like this doesn't refract light,
It reflects something that isn't there, the room is empty.
It's projecting reality!
Fucking physics and analogies.
Fucking is easier.
Creativity isn't reflection and refraction,
it's emitting rays!
Become the sun
and you won't have to worry about mirrors.
And it's easy to say if I'm the moon, a woman is a dark mountainside,
We can only reflect other people's light and have none of our own.
That's physics, to hell with it.
Reflection is refraction.
You could go blind if you saw me,
but that's just the glossiness of the material.
Become the sun and project what isn't there.
- The room was empty, that's easy to say.
And the theme of the conference was
"glitter and doom."
Are they distinguishable from each other at all?
Yeah, I can see that they're different words.
Oh, right, well, the contextual reference
consistently drives me crazy.
I'm fine with reflexivity.
I'm not even gonna read the whole thing.
Matte black material--
Velvet, for example, would have said so right off the bat.
My sincerity is not a reflection at all.
And you can see that in the pursuit of theoretical categorization.
You're not even going to earn yourself a bottle of whiskey?
That was sincere.
But sincerity is not reflection.
Refraction can be,
Maybe it's a relief map.
Displacement will make you all bloat in the middle of nowhere.
Oh, can I get technical now?
Matter has many physical properties.
Better go earn your whiskey, theorist.
But a woman's property is reflection.
We can't shine in the sun because we're the moon.
So what if it's yang style, but I can now distinguish
between masculine and feminine.
Was that sincere?
It wasn't a reflection, it was a relief.
Ladies, you'd be surprised and disappointed to learn this.
About the energies of nature's beginnings.
Glass, please stop writing that.
Oh, that fool is reflecting her misha,
which is why she's so ugly, by the way.
-What are you reflecting? If you can't project?
-My God, the only thing missing here is a ouija board.
With a question to myself.
Let's guess and summon the spirit of ourselves.
But I'm black velvet as of today-- I don't reflect anything.
The matte material absorbs light.
Black holes are black for a reason.
The theory of true creativity makes sense to me, roughly.
-Are these drunks even able to work?
Now! We'll check it out!
(the glass wrote the whole thing from beginning to end, I didn't read it)
-Remember only this mood,
A precious gift has been given to you,
The hall must always be empty for you.
It's a reference node of reflection.
You don't have to perform "figures in front of the mirror"
To circus music.
It's a matter of seeing the dream and being seen in the dream -
the observed and the observer.
It's all right, I can't see you point-blank.
I'm cherry velvet - simple as that.
- black.
- Who's the fashion designer?
He's projecting, not reflecting. How am I any worse?
Yin-Yang is an ancient prejudice.
I beg your pardon.
-you have a professional deformity, you know?
I know, I get all twisted up,
When it comes to categorizing words.
And the only way to get a good night's rest is to work.
-Good.
Creativity isn't for everyone.
-I hear from the sarcastic monkey.
-Did dad and mom fight a lot?
-Oh.
That's the sincerity of whiskey at least.
I'll write a waltz and a blues one day.
Thanks Google, I can't write, I can't talk,
I can't understand anything,
Google, take pity on me, but no, I don't need it.
No one alive has anything of their own in life.
Do you have your family and your mother tongue?
It's an illusion,
believe, you won't even remember it.