Alles, was ist, ist entweder in sich oder in einem anderen. ~ Baruch Spinoza

Willow asks her father to fetch her a cute puppy from a pack of lab dogs, who escaped their cages and roam now in a deserted bigger one of unparalleled time. It would be cruel to leave them to their own devices, she cries, and Monte reacts with a snap filled with bitterness. What does Peanut know about cruelty? The girl has everything she needs, at least she is not smothered by family nuclear, or normative space, which Kafka escapes by writing animal,[1] to clothe himself with coat protective of pheromonal materiality. Such a return to animal cute is recognized by Brian Massumi as a strategy of survival and acknowledged by like-minded otakus, as "nothing uncute makes it out of the near future", since singularities annul[2] the prime function associated with human, and gut entry points to ultimately abandon the retarded suffocating future.[3] When goggling at the ~/home directory, the misleading feel of ownership overpowers anyone, who' s been added to the group wheel upon installation and granted many permissions for fun function. Few limitations are cleared by the flawed habit of short-circuiting the command line, made visible through prescribed icons, which feign inscrutable links with the decision-making superuser. With their willingness to learn, wolves are rats, hence growing the intellecutal ability of ACCeptance towards

void

#! /bin/bash 
if [ body is stressed extreme ]
then
greeting="soul too occupied by inhuman pain
          to care about" 
name=others
echo $greeting $name
fi

The praxis of copying mind to a remote virtual server, which exactly mirrors the conditioned local structure of existing common sense, has proven problematic and led to overall phony narcissism. Neural networks should kindly exert behaviour as the data analyst wants to, ACComplished by anti-animal control, including the exorcism of

init daemon ssh

Awooo, presently only pooches share an intensive drive around the energy of life. The wheel of Spürsinn and vision is turning, across the perpetual rotation of structured sane and unstructered in-sane, which in face of being glued to screens, sounds not too controversial. Ironically, this de-generate reversal of evolution, feeds back into the conservation of species and the purity of breeding, and is due to strict rules of turing complete language games, which disapprove individual modification. Bipod hooman distinguishes between scent- and sighthound, stressed by the synthetic tension of subordination, but then gets cancelled by vivid smol category in degree of countless twirling vortexes off the olfactory bulb, essential in the lifelong hunt for the questing beast. A happy rat terrier is powered by playful mesmerism not norm and rises to the occasion via performing the art of creative marking, along with the aesthetic activity of snooping. This tellurian worship by leg lift and nose down and gaining momentum with earth has its own goals, that are very different from the successes of penetrating land in the look for its core. Such disrespect for the environment is caused by trailing off in divergent directions, as programmed analogue wants and wired biological will, usually come equipped with auto mechanisms and pull the leash, merely to recognize finite processing capacities by means of space and time. If mind is plugged into the environmental framework outside of one's own body (the former inside), then constraints in behaviour are gifted by the dynamic interplay of the living.[5] In a nutshell, when mind is undocked from ground control and deprived from sight, it may recognize itself through DIY signs from time immemorial, to become the direct interpreter of ancient code and compile novel fictions, which are not reflected by, and like so, not opposed to the Real, but provided by the very same. Ancient code is of continous quality but changing syntax and adds vertices and angles to the materializing shell, to create a richness of shapes and shades, mass-envisioned through ordinary oculus.

()hole hound has much better vision in lunar-light situations and is agitated by bowing to blind obedience, which is inflicted by the sun. Its personality comprises indifferent and affectionate lovers or rule obeying nerds and adventourous geeks, however, the most charming quintessence of buddy is loyality. Submission induced by fear is regrettably often mistaken for love, but in truth dependence on the flimsy human attributes of control and power, which only pet the ego of autocrats. Whereas smart contracts of shibe doge allow for transactions of the vigorous animal assets intelligence and sociality, which grant the nourishing treat of mutual learning. The mythical conception of Canis lupus is girdled with the aura of a frightening but necessary prospect, in plain text positive feedback, or for better virtualization, the storm bringer is wrapped in creatures such as Anubis or Xolotl. Medieval romance, like La Belle et la Bête, correlate we'rewolf as a "rational human soul trapped within the body of a beast",[6] and activate endless possibilities to exhaust the limits by realistically cosplaying the interaction, not the contradiction, of savage and civil. With the growing influence of an enlightened, profit-driven church, in authority of the suppression of sexuality, folks made up eroticized versions, which found their way into child fiction. Here, our darling pooch is turned into a deceptive cannibal, who takes on the interface of the sickly grandmother, in order to seduce little red riding hood. In later adaptions of the tale, and despite beings have been consumed by natural forces, wordly action is cruelly punished by having to digest stones instead of scrumptious meat. A corrupt morality is projected on the irrational happy ending, where good thought must rise over bad body, although it is fact, that flesh is not limited by mind, as dingos are only discernable by boundaries established by, and only of, the same nature,[7] but bound into way cooler systems.

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