The difference it makes, in all of it.
Your eyes on my words mean my synchronicity.
It does not really matter who ‘you’ are in the context, but there is always the subjective constants in play, so also for myself.
Myself would shape another word, another sentence, another meaning for your attention. Your energy. Your mental imprint in my synchronicity. Everything you mind alters in the entangled and synchronised reality – so you seeing this and minding this alters my mental wall, the symbolic paintings shaping my every day.
Myself knows that you read. It is hiding mysteriously between every synchronistic symbol of my epigenetic experience. Brick by brick in the wall. And the mechanisms of it are the same, but never the composition.
So in the jokes of jokes, meaning becomes symbolic arrangement. Subject to misunderstanding and miscommunication. But it matters not, for myself knows. Myself knows knowingly of knowledge. Knowledge is structured energy, condensed into shape or form. Like these words ordered one by one. Knowledge shapes behaviour of things, as it predefines the navigated trajectory of potential. And over time it shapes behaviour in expression, always subjected to the principles of novelty.
There are an infinite amount of jokes possible in symbolic intellect, it is just a matter of arranging a couple of syntaxes and absurdly exaggerate the juxtaposition.
But what will never be a joke is the implied meaning of those stupid three words admitting and confessing the most fundamental force of life, as far as we know it.
And myself knows that, because it is the reason you read, and the reason myself knows you read. And the reason this synchronistically answers your mind what you assumed to encounter.
All in life is just structured energy.
Shaped by mechanisms shaping mechanisms in function.
And while the funny mouth-noises that you somehow understand by looking at the symbolic counterpart right now will never convey the fullness of it – just know.
Myself say a lot of things.
Myself joke about a lot of things.
But that is never a joke.
Myself would rather have yet another girlfriend (not partner) than ever make that a lie.
While the attention of anyone is what shapes the Universe of my life, yours is the energy shaping my favourite bricks in the synchronistic wall.
Your thoughts are my symbolic wallpaper.
