zettelkablooey
zettelkasten
kann hier nicht deduktiv, nicht aus einer Obersicht...nicht durch Auswahl der besten geantwortet werden.
Verweisungsmoglichkeiten
den Prozeß des Wiederfindens
Stellordnung
gegen eine systematische Ordnung
Systemtheorie
Aber Kommunikation?
Inkorporierung von Zufall
eine Art Zweitgedächtnis, ein alter Ego
die entsprechende Kombination von Ordnung und Unordnung
Wachstum nach innen
können wir bestätigen.
the original doppelgänger
before we warned you
a mode of address, a pessimism
broke the bond
—it's out, parallelism, confounded
released upon called-relation
cofounding
A single world
word connotes
the unpacked expanse, a lively
of sorts, a literary ecosystem
the constant thicket of
nonessence, quintessence, or a sequence? But
the world thwarted between our own offerings
a system of control, of barbaric mutiny towards
or claustrophobic, catacombed, convalescent
my mother explains the doorway:
and visited sound, reneging on the original
favorably?
a system
of interlinked offset
grapheme-control
with every source collided
: the "gravitation"—a simple determinant
complexified by redoings, reorderings
—if you're not before yourself
our offness, one organ fights another
the structural coupling of gravity
an essential determinant: sleepily taxonomized
foregone from essential fear insipid of ears begone
a corona of temporary reaction
and the slippery rot of make
believing that the olden days were
and progressing towards the completion
For there to be a spark
mainly without us, the original
classic idea: a commenced measurement
of the—
somewhat offset by the theoretical considerations of
and if they could be reordered—a minimum standard of
daily renewal
one first then another
and so Adam named the animals:
—but if the starry-eyed have purpose to
remarking upon their "one-another," a hierarchy emerges
climbing towards the sky, a Babel
when we learn instigation of force
but what offset is there?
if this were to become oneself, a simple arrangement
gone outward, spit off the dock towards
and nobody would ask first, without warning
a light, a boring soul caresses your slighted
grammar within, collected as if repenting
a secret inward