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Famous Quotes By Dew Platt
When the communal silences the individual, every essence within the individual is silenced. — Dew Platt
Lee smiled. "If I were a guy ... nothing makes sense until I climax."
"Hallelujah!" Dean exclaimed.
Theresa feigned a more feminized tone. "Oh my God! That is good. That is so good! You guys are senseless until you climax."
"Amen to that," Brenda said.
Lee got the heart shot.
Dean turned to Brenda. "What you got?"
Brenda smiled, held his eyes. "If I were a guy ... too much testosterone will probably make me dumb."
The others laughed.
Brenda got her shot.
"Lyn," I called and turned to her with a smile.
Lyn smiled. "If I were a guy ... I'll put the toilet sit down and flip it back up again just to get the last drop out. — Dew Platt
That an organism will see the light, hear the night, or touch the wind is subject to probability. And that its perfection is in its functioning is a myth. I take it not as a right to be when probability precedes the being. Its limitations is in its functioning, then its limited right to be is in ensuring proper functioning of its systems. I often debate just how much time to give in discourse to someone whose mind refuses to communicate with his reasoning. — Dew Platt
Rudeness instantly establishes a set of norms, a set of regulatory orders, authority, and power. To be rude is to go against an established accepted concept or ordered regulation. Thus rudeness could be in kind, a deviation from the norm. Rudeness can also be in kind an instantiation outside a set foundation. A deviation from a norm holds the same set foundation as the norm, their disagreement merely a manner of degrees. — Dew Platt
Pray not while you can work. Hope is the least of what life can afford you, never the best. Hope is a plague, never a blessing, especially when the answer is sought not from us but from others. It is unqualified burden to expect something from nothing. — Dew Platt
I ask of nature that it gives me life, unfiltered, show me what I am and every variation of me. That I may separate from it all, so I can know who I am. — Dew Platt
How elating it must be, to be able to take a precept and with wisdom throw it in the observer's face, disillusioned, — Dew Platt
They knew where they were headed but they didn't know where they were going. Retina shrugged the thought. Roma complained about the possibility they were walking into a trap. After all, he was one of the scientists that decided Solstice's fate. Retina was adamant no one knew him. Lorenzo didn't care about anything much but reaching Zharfar after Retina surgically removed his Unicell Groper.
They were headed to Africa in what seemed a semi commercial private plane. Eight people including the pilots travelled. They weren't supposed to know any more particulars. But Lorenzo's watch placed the coordinates in both numbers and words. They were in West Africa, country Nigeria, state Osun, and township Isura. None of them had ever heard of it, the town, but they were there. And they had travelled for miles, over highly forested nonresidential areas and mountain peaks before they stopped.
Wherever they were going was greatly isolated, Roma thought. — Dew Platt
To swallow a bitter pill, a child is made to play hopscotch for a horehound, Dr. Praxton had said. — Dew Platt
The Nympharians were simplistic in their beginnings. They were a product of breaking edge biogenetics research combined with that of simulation-intellect, which was a cutting edge branch of artificial intelligence. They were then perfected and they were almost human, a new previously unimaginable magical reality. They were demure, exciting, endearing, pliable, resourceful, creations. They were prototyped female, and modeled typically and absolutely female. They were of many variations of the human races. They were Nymphs.
And as they were almost human, they were plagued by humanity's own diseases. They were raced as they were wanted. — Dew Platt
In-existence, the soul's greatest imposition is its perfection. It is projected as a perfected form of the physical embodiment, an emblem of things, perhaps hyperreal and untouchably perfect as existence. It can not be! The soul in-existence is nothing of perfection. It is raw potential. The soul is nothing but potential. To be specific, the soul is unordered potential! — Dew Platt
It is impossible for Stream to achieve unhappiness. Indeed it is. Unless that is, it exists in consciousness. It is impossible for the unordered to achieve happiness or unhappiness unless it were to Flow a certain way in relation with ordered effects.Unhappiness, happiness is a potential activated by the ordered in Flow. — Dew Platt
Commonality as a shared estate is an essential paradox; one calling dynamics within dynamics. It invokes the standard of not having standards. — Dew Platt
The pursuit of a dream has a supernatural sense to it. It is a reaching beyond the moment towards a momentum meeting probability meeting hope. The human subsists to the dream in the beginning. But the mathematical measures of realization are never quite tangible. That money is the true worth of a dream is an illusion and money should subsist to the human in the end. — Dew Platt
For an act to be evil, you must first perceive it, process and then conceive it as such. Then these acts are effects. They're not causes. And by this I mean that these acts are not of Stream. Now we ask the other question again. What does it take for something, here specifically Stream, to be good or evil? — Dew Platt
Roma's eyes flared. "You're saying Einstein was even more wrong?"
Retina shook his head. "Einstein was acting within physical bounds. I'm talking invisible, not visible light. Can we factor in the speed of invisible light?"
Roma shook his head. "What are you saying?"
"We're always limited by the scope of our senses, our perceptions and its scientific perfections. But in this parallel we call universe there are scopes beyond our perceptive realities or possible realities. Einstein was not wrong but was limited in scope. There is a realm beyond our visible spectrum where time is imperceptible because space is without measure. And in that realm, matter and energy are not intricately related. Matter has no form and is ill recognizable as essence or existence. Energy is all there is."
Roma held a frown. "Who's been feeding you that Spiritualist crap?"
"Dr. Ian Skript, the most renowned Spiritualist scientist I know. — Dew Platt
A lot of what we do in relationships involve compromises. A lot of our relationships are exchanges in currencies like affection, acceptance, money, sexual and other sorts of pleasure, shelter, convenience, belonging etc. The self in relation with the communal is always trading something. The important question is what aspect of the self should not be traded. — Dew Platt
A world always on the heels of its appearance was a world not worth living in, one not worth living. A carcass of what used to be a world was itself a fated unthinking vagabond and a cabriole caboose can not help the fate of such world. Nor can a caracole mountain right or left ever amount to some fated paradise. — Dew Platt
Worth as I use it here is immeasurable, not as in mathematics towards infinity. But that it can not be measured. There are no measurable parameters for it! Certainly not a material-communal measurable parameter for it! Such, it is what the being holds that cannot and should never be traded. When it is there, every essence of your being knows it, and takes commands from it that will be able to override any personal or imposed sense of value. — Dew Platt
While the powers of the Primal Cause lie in causation, it shows itself in process through thoughts, perception and conception. It is the power of the Primal Cause to decipher what is perceived from the ordered plane and conceive judgments through thoughts from the unordered. — Dew Platt
You may move eloquently, so you think, to the rhythm of some fated dance for some projected eternity, but if that fate is neither yours nor the work of your own hands, a rag doll knows more grace. — Dew Platt
Individual minds are subject to something else more confining - the conformity cloud — Dew Platt
What an experiment will give, to put a writer in the dark, ask her to stretch a character of the human kind with no physical characteristics attached? Will this character emerge with no prejudice in kind or one of a new kind, an organism cultured in the dark to what light may not reflect? Humanity absorbed or rudely deflected? — Dew Platt
This causation exists as a streamed organization of constantly fluid potential. Anything that can be must first hold the streaming potential to be. It is soul.
It is always potential. It is never static. It is never rigid. Its essence is all these, which means it can not be anything other and be the Primal Cause. It is never nothing. Nothing does not exist with it. It is something. It is anything. It is everything. At the same time! Just like your consciousness. Pure Unordered Potential! — Dew Platt
Dreams may be conceived as the ovulation of fate when they hold the possibility of becoming more than a concept or idea. — Dew Platt
The force of uprightness must baffle the weak. And unpleasant colossal notes are written to dying institutions in small primes. Take a dying institution holding on to prime and within sight of an individual able to tell the rude truth and uphold it, the dying institution will not stand — Dew Platt
Solitude where are thou? — Dew Platt
Give a self-less person power and he or she breathes catastrophe. There is no foundation for the proper management of power — Dew Platt
It happened overnight - the evolution of an atomic identity towards a manifestation of life. There it was, polymers shrinking, disintegrating like Phenol without its Benzene. It was simply there, haphazard and hazardous as a series of exploding celluloid billiard balls. And there it was, until the sudden surge. And there was silence. — Dew Platt
Prometi hesitated, leaning back into his seat, seeming surprised at the round of questioning from Keene. He answered in a solemn tone. "I don't see the contradiction sir."
Keene forged a smile. "Of course you can. It's everything there is in the beginning. Fact existed in the beginning, did it not?"
Prometi squinted. "It ought to have."
Keene nodded. "Indeed I agree. Fact has to exist or nothing can be. Can something be and not be Fact?"
Prometi shook his head. "Nothing can be and not be fact indeed sir."
"But nothing is fact until revealed."
"Indeed Sir."
Prometi raised his voice lightly. "Such fact existed in the beginning without revelation. Can we not have a contradiction? Did fact reveal itself or is fact revelation? — Dew Platt
Dr. Praxton agreed. "And I say if you're going to kill from the neck so not to supply the brain, you deliver the kill shot to both carotid arteries. A one sided brain is a worthless walking corpse. But the mistake would be allowing him to keep walking."
Daniel hesitated, thinking on Dr. Praxton's words. "Taking his voice may force him out."
"But the freaking idiot had no voice to begin with," Tot complained.
Daniel nodded. "Yes, that indeed ... which brings me to the question; what exactly is the nature of his Degale state?"
"He is Dumb, so his sense of hearing is amplified within the Baremata Stream. And like a whisper in the wind, The Dementor dements by feeding back the glimpses he catches in the Stream," Curl replied. — Dew Platt
To be communal is to be something fallacious. It is to be something more or less than being, a subjugation or propagation of the self to exist within the external condition. — Dew Platt
Keene stared briefly towards the Judge and was briefly silent before he turned to Nelson. "Do you think God will forgive deception for a good purpose Mrs. Nelson?"
"Objection!" Winston yelled.
"Sustained," Judge Bizon said.
Keene hesitated, forced a smile as he held Nelson's eyes. "I have to presume you've heard about this case before you saw God Mrs. Nelson."
"Yes sir I sure did.'
"Did God mention that he had heard about the case as well? — Dew Platt
... Can there be a positive postulate of a communal estate ... ? It is the perpetual whole that is always merely fractional and antithetic to it-self. — Dew Platt
A soul mate must be one to whom you can tell your dark secrets and never feel ashamed and someone in whose arms your instincts are unashamed. — Dew Platt
A source is always its own will. — Dew Platt
Blank state and I am that Caucasian in slavery America fighting for Abolition. I have to fight for something that didn't directly affect me in value-communal (As differentiated from worth in Chapter Fourteen.) I have to shut the material communal out to gain this state. The Blank State is powerful in this sense, it recognizes and celebrates first, essence, as any blank state must to initiate existence as consciousness, whether good or bad. — Dew Platt
Say you are at the brink of killing yourself and someone tries to talk you out of it. You've already thought about it and your life is not worth living. Someone else comes along and tries to convince you not to kill yourself. Is there someone out there that can convince you not to kill yourself? What can they possibly say to convince you that your life, the one you have firsthand knowledge of, is worth living? There is that one answer. No one! There is that other answer. Nothing! — Dew Platt
There is little presence to an infant who always knows where he is going but never gets there. There is process. — Dew Platt
Commercialism and Privilege hold their powers in what they devalue. They sometimes prevent raw talent from breaking light — Dew Platt
If the Universe did procreate, it must be the mother of this strength within me ever expanding beyond my carnal limitations. Every mind open, must be my sibling. — Dew Platt
It took a matter of whatever strength of self he had to stand on his own, to stand alone. Flip never does. But there he stood alone with a grin on his face, the door he opened seeming ages and miles away from him on the other side. In the moment, it was more than enough to keep them apart.
"I will never invite you into my house Flip," Daniel told him.
Flip smiled as he held Daniel's eyes. "Why not? Because I'm a thief? I've come to steal your dreams? — Dew Platt
I hate gossips. I really do. I often wonder where they get the time and effort they put into either digging or fabricating so called *facts* about others. But these ridiculous creatures are a prime example of how the self-communal can try to injure and diminish the self-that-is.
Now you know where the home of the self esteem is. It is not merely within the self. It is within the self-that-is. It is not within the self in relation. This can never hold true. Any sense of self estimation you get from the communal can never hold essentially true. — Dew Platt
I passed the morning that knew no grief and at night bowed to the darkness that breathes. While in passing may seem brief, there is no simplicity to the nature of change. — Dew Platt
There is great knowledge in separation. — Dew Platt
Embodiments know not what slavery may be where minds in shackles and chains put nature to shame
Mind, shallow or neat, are found where thoughts may run deep, a family whereacceptance is free, and readers where reception is key.
Say minds may run free. — Dew Platt
Nature is the discipline on which all intelligence is based. Why ever would its understanding, a two-fold dynamic, be based not on reactionary actions, but on the conjuring of time-timelessness and non-reactionary backward spans? — Dew Platt
There is this quality esteemed within every good writer. She knows ... she knows that truth must be un-sheltered within every human transition phase or stable state. It must reflect in every mind untouched by shadows. She knows ... she knows what burdens must be carried of the human plight. She knows ... — Dew Platt
The Artesian Well never returns its flow, where may stream its arrogation of space? — Dew Platt
During the crash and burn, I began to burn from cranial crown to flat sole, for meaning and understanding. Every concept, psychological perceptions with hardened pathways, everything that registered as inherited from the communal was starting to dissolve into meaninglessness. The foundational tenets, the pre-established belief systems, instilled sustenance systems tended by both family and extended communal began to dissolve, first as trivial, and then as untenable to my being without validation from me. If my life was worth anything, I choose to live the best life for me.
So I entered what I call The Blank State. — Dew Platt
Within the human, good or evil aims are never ancient. They are sometimes masqueraded when reinvented in modern means — Dew Platt
She was some kind of woman, he resolved, one that wasn't for him. He had failed to break her. — Dew Platt
Every lifeline has a worth untouched - it is energy, uncolored, self-driven and supreme. — Dew Platt
The evil heart is patient, cross her fingers, palms together, hope, pray and act with faith, that all your hard work may come to nothing — Dew Platt
The neglect of a generation is regeneration so every soul may become its own history, not the incessant anxiety of unnaturally imposed lessons, a plague of its own making. — Dew Platt
History foretells that when you give an ordinary person the wisdom of what is right and the dignity to follow his or her heart, the world as we know it changes or goes through a phase — Dew Platt
If everyone's hope were to be realizable with precedence, the law which enables individuality and reasonability will become senseless — Dew Platt
When democracy can easily lose its mind, it has no right mind. — Dew Platt
There is more than duplicity in scope-less-ness. There is the fraudulent manifest of falsehood as generosity. — Dew Platt
It is easy sometimes to blame genetics, some obesity gene perhaps. But even if this were true, we'll still be referring to the machine. Genetics are predispositions. The body is designed as a closed system, physiologically speaking and unless acted upon by an outside or higher force it maintains its functions. It is designed to sustain its own survival. The psychological (self-ordinate command) is essential for this survival because the body also belongs to a self, one that can overfeed it, starve it or kill it as may be. It is also by material urges that you seek to acquire wealth and by self command, suppose what you consider a higher more fulfilling purpose that you choose to give it all away.
The hard core truth is that despite some obesity gene, you can starve yourself to death if you want, or perhaps if you feel you have an ulterior higher purpose like an anorexic might, to look thin and beautiful in the eyes of the communal. — Dew Platt
I think Hell's Front is the worst of its kind," Sam encouraged.
Han stood, holding Niya's eyes unwaveringly, coldly. "If you can get the bitch to behave, hell must have a front. — Dew Platt
Life is sometimes to be watched as a retarded bird, uninspired by it. It may indeed be threaded, not as a precision course but as an affirmation of its own undoing. — Dew Platt
What a foreigner may see in a fool, a bigot, an idiot or others of their kinds? Really I cannot say. As normalcy goes beyond natural light and extremism is sometimes loosely defined. But every fool must be a foreigner to his potential in the positive light, a degenerate in the negative light. In between potentials is where normalcy may hide. — Dew Platt
Love needs no reason material, external. But love lives strongly within reason, internal. — Dew Platt
In mathematics or physics, infinity is greater than one or two or any number countable. In how many ways can the world be destroyed based on ordered knowledge? You may be able to count this. But the truth is, you "really" don't know. These possibilities in your mind hold a set of unpredictable orders. One effect may be causative of another of another. It could be a culmination of effects you know as events where events are sets and subsets of potential possibilities.
In how many ways can the world be destroyed based on unordered possibilities? — Dew Platt
The Yorubas have a saying, here, my translation in English
a poor fool is a bigger fool rich. In other words, money only allows and enables you to be more of who you are. My bigger translation? You don't jump essence, you jump environs! — Dew Platt
There is no divinity achieved unless the individual mind submits itself to a mind supposed supreme. The Bible in its simplest form is simply that - a book. When you give it your mind it becomes powerful. — Dew Platt
I don't mean to insinuate that you are unfeeling or stifled of life ... excuse me on
that one. I just meant to ask you how you breathe when you are down here reading or
writing."
He smiled. "I have five years more experience in breathing on this earth than you. I
know when it is I can breathe and when it is I can't and I know just what to do when
such a thing as suffocation occurs."
I can't believe it, there is actually a qualitative property to every breath
taken ... That must be wonderful. You must also know your cells are degenerating five
years faster than mine."
He smiled again, the same relaxed annoying way. "I get that you find it amusing to
liken me to my cadavers. It's not the first time you've done it, but truly we are not in
lieu to play smart."
I was wondering if you could call the cadaver of a smart man, a smart cadaver. I've
always wondered. — Dew Platt
If there is any form of prejudice, racism, sexism, economic/political divide etc. involved in trade, it is usually administered in the ability to trade. — Dew Platt
This world is filled with loud pretenses, sound republics, blind kingdoms, all bare and out of sorts. — Dew Platt
Han smiled. "A sNymph will enjoy the order, the sensation, welcome it. Showing her beautiful glowing breast will never be a problem. But you ... you ... cower from it. Why are you showing yourself inferior? If you're a sNymph why can't I see your breast?"
Her tone was shaken but resolute. "You will need my consent."
Han shrugged. "Well then, sNymph, do show me your breast."
She didn't hesitate. "No."
"Han," Sam called.
Sam glanced backward. "What now Sam? Can't you see I'm busy talking to a sNymph?"
"Can I talk to you privately?" Sam asked.
Han exhaled before standing and walking to Sam. "What about?"
"Not here," Sam replied and exited.
Han followed.
Sam whispered. "I think we both know she's an iNymph. — Dew Platt
I have seen evidence of this - that if that which is denied is what is strong, what is strong always evolves and what or who holds the denial is always the lie — Dew Platt
Flow is the best of what happens when potential is activated by consciousness. — Dew Platt
He felt a psychosomatic rush of emptiness before he spoke. "Since we are getting to the real point, I am not stupid John. And it would be foolish to think me ignorant. Isn't this about the Science Nation interview? Isn't this because I mistakenly used the word "soul?" Isn't this about you and the others thinking somewhere along the lines, I had gained an imaginary soul? We all know when you gain a soul, you lose a mind. Don't we john?"
John hesitated briefly staring at Roma. "I believe so yes. Souls are luxuries for speculative minds. Real scientists can't afford such luxuries. They have the world to save."
Roma narrowed his eyes. "Or destroy. — Dew Platt
There is ascension to potential that Plato couldn't conceive while prescribing idealism to conception as highest existences. With Streams, there isn't a difference between ideas and instantiations. They are both authenticated within all possibilities in Stream, within the Primal Cause as ordered. Ideas as ordered constructs in consciousness, instantiations as ordered effects.
Instantiations for instance are ordered products from ideas. Ideas are ordered constructs in consciousness. And in authentication, they are the same as external effects. — Dew Platt
Flow, I must remind you here is a being-systemic process. Depression is a being-systemic deregulation that affects the neurophysiological. — Dew Platt
When you live strictly by communal terms and conditions, your sense of self worth is intimately tied to its systems and processes, always tied to its terms which in turn can never return you worth but rather value (something negotiable and strictly communal-dependent). And that's because you believe things wrongly, in relation to both yourself and the communal. — Dew Platt
God is thus entrenched in the Flow systems as a causal belief, but an unordered one. Within Flow, this is implemented as unordered in relation with the ordered. The responsibility of first Cause and causes as effects including physiological causes are passed on to God. In fact, to devout Christians, God is all causation incessantly. — Dew Platt
Society is a machine of machines, a system that runs on precondition, customs, rules and laws that are either expressed openly or maintained in the closet, one, like the one in the United States that is constantly changing to accommodate some variations of the machinated selves and its affections as in race, gender, sexual orientations etc which are also mostly preconditions of the machine. Again, I ask. Who are you? — Dew Platt
If history has taught me anything about the nature of others, it has thought me that when natures can not be denied, they persist. — Dew Platt
Everywhere are scattered dreams, each its own antecedent; it's precedence in the possibility of its achievement. — Dew Platt