THE GODHEAD.

By God, I mean a being absolutely infinite--that is, a substance consisting in infinite attributes, of which each expresses eternal and infinite essentiality. –Benedict de Spinoza

If a thing can be conceived as non--existing, its essence does not involve existence [truth is therefore void of existence]. A true idea must correspond with it’s ideate or object. – Benedict de Spinoza

Once U has taken into U head that there is a mystery in a thing, it is impossible to get it out, either by argument or experience

The depths of Falsehood; all which serve to perfect *word’s*Masterpiece.

The –god- is not align to any wish of *other* than His wish. His parts must abide to the sole volition thereby laid. The appetite thus must coincide with the aesthetic ‘KUN’ ascribed; the being of HIS lust was and is fixed once and for all. Since He is alone and infinite in this temporal existence, the agnostic is never to be found. His parts is in unity intertwine, synchronize, orchestrate stupendously or even sometime  metamorphose  to idea that calibrate hates, envies, greed, wars, rants…; the scenario however does not incapacitate His pride, and He is magnetos twister of all the serpents.  U is an infuse part of His peculiar undivided evidence of egoist.

The thoughts [ the Author of Senses] of so clear a Mind, being so extremely fine, That as the choicest words are too grossed, and fall short fully to express such sublime Notions; So it cannot be, but being transverse, it must necessarily lose very much of its native Luster; the entirety is bathed in an influx of caricatured abstracts and complexities. There is no such as a discrete U; the bondage is strictly a unit of entities; an atom [az-zarrah] with camouflages. No weakness is displayed if U cares to peruse. If the mind is the abode of the entirety, the existence is annihilated on death; but the joke of all jesters the infinite wholesome is still upright bereft of men’s brains and that of the brutes.  

All parts of the grandeur unit succumb to pseudo to mask the identity of the COMPOSER pervading ominously in the opera of actions, images, dialogues, forms; a part is a part therefore is incapable to elaborate the lucid structure of the wholesome within which it is constituted.  All lettered men are drenched in fallacious comprehension therefore too meager to elucidate the distinction of the Omnipresent and get exasperated in due course. The probability is U may cognize the entirety is connived in action; the furthest one can fathom. Just keep on surviving in whatever and whichever path is appetizing whilst *life* is designated. Say; ‘the –god- is THE ALL’.

And the All is fixated without reserve; what will be is will be; stopped. TBS

Epicurus said, we should above all be grateful to the past, the first madness or confuse is from the scholar due to the teachers of earlier years, and not least those who have now entered into their rest; one however should learn from The Omni-alive and never from the dead or from the one will be dead.

It certainly any philosopher is not free from puzzles and contradictions, or one must always intelligible? All is bathed in the illusory of abstracts. Human is a bundle of fallouts organic reflects; of earnest and intrepid thinking on the deep things of eternity. All hypotheses were, are or will never be verified as truth in the bay of the CREATOR.

The Kingdom of God may not be materialized and murmured; a part of THE ENTIRETY is incapacitated to expose the attribute of the Wholeness. A part is merely a requisite connexion of parts to harmonize unity of the only one sole UNIT of existence. A part is abided to its function for once and is inexorable.

One or any thingy or entity has to stick to the agenda endowed with to perpetuate *life or exist* in aesthetic abstruse in whatever realm is ordered. The apparent choice of wants is therefore obscured freedom and irrevocable fixated. The kingdom of the world to which all thoughts and efforts have hitherto been directed; the holiest decree of course and indeed! If one has a feat, it is the will of the CARICATURED SENSE though deemed as real.

Faults could be detected all the way and been amended as writers and hypothesis were not sure enough of their findings; and many changes made in the form of expression with the hope of rendering the interpretation clearer and more adequate; yet unsatisfactory with protean and void of fact at almost instances; an insularity termed paradigm shifts.

To the amateurs, stoics, learned, lettered… of novelty, to the slaves of specialization, to the devotees of any narrow way, such largeness might, with the impatience so natural to limited minds, have seemed unconcerned. Those on higher planes rhythm that all the parts are in the harmony and with the justice of a wise love maintain an intellectual _Sôprosyné_. On His parts this secret power of another-world serenity laid an irresistible spell, and bore in upon them the conviction that beyond scholarship and logic there was the fuller truth of life and the all-embracing duty of doing their best to fulfill the amplest requirements of their place.

The enthusiasts beguiled by orators, lettered men, aesthetic caricatures, linear words, edited images have thrown fabricated idiosyncrasies seemingly upright enterprise; they camouflaged in the name of superficial philosophy but in the subterranean vulgar ideals of enlightenment by superficial scripts. Expounded and asserted as essential science and the science of supreme reality albeit contorted chimera; And familiarized many with spices of decoy.

The heresy that dilettantism and occasional fits of speculativeness are as worthy craps to assimilate by the masses and high souled devotion to truth and it called LOGIC though ILLOGIC. The writers cannot compel the reader to except them as reliable, as they were or are too fallible, myopic and feeble a faculty to penetrate and comprehend the subtle and stupendous of the infinity. They were or are cyclone in the round about to nowhere. A philosophical language cannot be created by the easy de-vice.

And they were or are applauded as those who had replete grasps of what life meant more steadily and posit them more whole than other entities: as well versed in reality, religion and philosophy, art and business, the sciences and theology; were severally but elements and aspects of parody sheer conceived by sub-conscious. We are all have gone astray but purported to be on the right path by labyrinth of egotism. Every thingy and we humanoids are may be the parts who play our individually peculiar part of a sole SINGLE machine to deem functions of the SOLE SOUL ENTIRETY.

The Kingdom of God may not be materialized and murmured; a part of THE ENTIRETY is incapacitated to expose the attribute of the Wholeness. A part is merely a requisite connexion of parts to harmonize unity of the only one sole UNIT of existence. A part is abided to its function for once and is inexorable.

scholars proclaimed given us excellent versions through their manipulation and contrivance factories; they never thought what they offered were merely a web/ labyrinth intoxicating scratches of parody that will never ever converge to any articulated absolute. The neural explication is thus left unexplained by epistemologists throughout research; to fulfill the obligations of a task of strenuous difficulties have come to seem infinitely of insuperable/undefeatable. What first is had yet to win their laurels?

The gray matter/brain is flesh with blood vessels how this could pictures the forms? The eyes too are watery fleshy with blood veins, do they really visualize the immense external forms coherent to the truth? Or possible enchanting hypnotizing dreams.