I like the "slice" touch in the debate. Pardon me for interrupting, by the way. A slice in a rolodex of slices would be part of my thinking. I like the term "slice of life", and wonder if the inception of the term was more thought out than people may think. I was bent on "tier", but slice is a little closer to the point that seems to be forming in this interesting thread. I would consider a slice that is more of an echo than a frozen, stationary thing. Still, slice is pretty nice. Somewhere at some point I read on my screen that we are all slices of ourselves in an imaginary state. That triggered my Christian values and made me consider making each slice even, considering slice would be plural, which it would have to be for a constant reality to appear to occur. Good deeds and faith come into play when I start thinking that I'm a slice of the past, future and possibly the illusion of the present. Where the slice was diced from doesn't relate to time as anyone I've encountered has diced out in a way that I could fully understand. Your sciences and book smarts have helped me slightly. Language limiting vivisection of time and reality is explained in a blurry section of an altered, yet very profound book called The Holy Bible, and it could benefit the participants of any debate of this nature.
The anesthesia that most people seem to be under regarding this exact topic turns my stomach, so thank you for moving your fingers to battle the illusion of time. My thought is that time is a self-imagined entity and all that appears to occur due to it's spell, and is supported by another entity called language, which autonomously limits the components of time as we understand it to maintain order. This could make the conversation that seems to be forming meaningless. I'd like to think not because I enjoy reading what you have to say.
Congratulations though, fall has appeared to arrive through a psychic field that we assume to share under the seemingly impenetrable wing of time. That is, assuming that you are you. I may not be me, that is why I say this. I could be time masturbating without the ability to have an orgasm. Time just spanks away with endless lube and stares at still pictures of the possibility of us (itself) for what would be considered sexual stimulation. Is father time a chronic masturbator waiting for the perfect image to bring him to climax? Good luck, time. Erectile dysfunction is a bitch. Trust me, I know about that at least. The clock is stroking and it is time to eat, so please slice this up some more because I would like to misunderstand and convolute the debate in any way possible. Chronic keyboard masturbation is a bitch also.
The anesthesia that most people seem to be under regarding this exact topic turns my stomach, so thank you for moving your fingers to battle the illusion of time. My thought is that time is a self-imagined entity and all that appears to occur due to it's spell, and is supported by another entity called language, which autonomously limits the components of time as we understand it to maintain order. This could make the conversation that seems to be forming meaningless. I'd like to think not because I enjoy reading what you have to say.
Congratulations though, fall has appeared to arrive through a psychic field that we assume to share under the seemingly impenetrable wing of time. That is, assuming that you are you. I may not be me, that is why I say this. I could be time masturbating without the ability to have an orgasm. Time just spanks away with endless lube and stares at still pictures of the possibility of us (itself) for what would be considered sexual stimulation. Is father time a chronic masturbator waiting for the perfect image to bring him to climax? Good luck, time. Erectile dysfunction is a bitch. Trust me, I know about that at least. The clock is stroking and it is time to eat, so please slice this up some more because I would like to misunderstand and convolute the debate in any way possible. Chronic keyboard masturbation is a bitch also.
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