An example is to analyze the term “meta-analysises.”

There is no doubt pragmatics. It’s the doing that does regardless of our expectations.

Yet our expectations were pragmatically created, as well.

They did not come from no-where.

In this new metamodernity, the theory that is our expectation is not excused nor unexamined.

The self, ego, consciousness is exposed through its expression, its effort to influence the ongoing pragmatic bloom towards new revelations.

Testifying, the analysis is analyzed and place within the puzzle the mind’s eyes seeks to solve.

In the solution is a vindication that the accuracy of our analysis depends on good faith.

Faith in what would be the remaining question.

There’s something to say against silence

In a moment of decision making

Where certain decisions become possible

Reflection disassociated sees the moment as a mirror

Frozen in a dimension we cannot venture to

In the hot moment

The conditions bloom

Possibilities

Contingency

The thought of freedom

A break from the necessary

Presumidos y arrogantes

Doloridos, semejante

Sin respeto, sin amantes

Vacios y irelevante

Sin alguien quien les diga la verdad de manera que la entiendan

Pero entre ellos se entienden

Entre ellos no son presumidos, son obvio

No son arrogantes, son orgullosos

No estan doloridos, son guerreros

No son semejante, son sangre

Entre ellos mismo sen respetan

Entre ellos mismo sen aman

Nunca vacios, lleno de cancion, musica y baile

Nunca irrelevante, sus conexiones es el mundo

Ninguna otra verda importa, ninguna otra realidad les interesa

It starts with a smile in the eyes of another

The seed of negativity cracks

Its fed and grows

Until the smile is our own

The negativity is first an identity of what is not but yearned

The not-ness becomes a point of departure

Towards something

A journey towards nothing, until we get what we wish

Then a point of departure with what we want, need, have towards somewhere else

Where is unknown, until it is not, then it becomes the nothingness we want

Where the devil reigns

Washing away sins

In purple rain

Rhythm of the night

Providing the only light

For death earned right