So, WhaaaaaaaRtT (t t t t) T T T T T of (THIS)
Imme-(E)-diate E-(X)-perience, F-(I)-rst Per-(S)-on Exis-(T)-ence, This In-finite number of times that the consciousness Instantaneously borns itself in (this) very precise moment of my Very Silly being, and Sim-u-ltaneously Your (Irreducibly-Irredeemably) Ontological condition of Becoming Divine Shit (All Loony Disputes Settled, I'll assume, apropos, Your willing Approval to the Temporary Proposition) , or Divine Myth if you like, And the very sensible Language-Account-(able)-Scientifically-Count-(able)-Wittgensteinian-Confound-(able) Loops
- You know, there I was Desperately Asking Others, who were Phenomenologically There With Me, Well WHat-tHe-Why-Is-Or-No? There Was a lot of Hesitation, and Futile Disputation, and Then, Maybe, Just Maybe, We were able to Get Something out of it: The stereo was Pulsing Out High Voltages of Supernova At the End of The Universe (The Orb), And The Walls were Disassembling and Reconstituting at an Orgasmic Level, Battles were being Fought, but Occasional Helpless and Often Amusing Rendezvous were Being Performed By the Us, To kind of Sort Out and Test Our Catastrophic Condition IN ITSELF. A Moment Appeared, As It Was Certainly Bound to Appear, That As I was engaged in the Explosive Dispersion, Or, As The Fragments that Accounted for my Being, continued to exhibit a Dispersal Quality, A Point, For A Very OBvious Reason that It was A Point In The Obvious-Of-Itself - Took a Chance of Introspection Upon the Stereo And the Music, Which Were One thing. I took That Point, Without Dragging it to the Next Point.
On Abstraction: Egyptians summoned abstractions in the waking physical, thay had the ability to abstract in the conscious and unconscious, but chose to formulate it in the waking physical. We today choose to organize abstraction in the unconscious and the awaking unphysical.

