When aeon focuses verisimilitude, it can acknowledge, and, thereby, subsume, the speech, actions, and even (as much of the) being (as possible) of its relative super-consciousness. Focus enhances through acknowledgment, the distraction of knowledge, and instinct into perplexion. I'm calling it "perplexion" because we haven't developed an obverse term to describe the opposing spectral, figurative crystallization of "perplexion" as we have between concepts that we consider as having obverse relationships but that are actually one concept, such as prosperity and desire.
Imagine before you a concept that perplexes you fully: A person who has the capability to perplex you, who knows better.
One time, in a related past externality, I lived with a man who was capable of such. He "wrote" music. That is, much of the time I wrote it on his behalf due to his condition. We didn't categorize it past insanity back then. We were a singular, severed oracular structure, though I hadn't known it at the time. I instinctively provided love- (and fear-) based support. Though, to be clear, it wasn't fear of him (it also wasn't not fear of him, but not as a result of any wrongdoing); it was more like separation anxiety. I was conditioned to desire my arrangement with him at that time. We all were conditioned back then similarly to desire the separation anxiety that we had craved, much like people today are conditioned to understand what they understand about incremental growth.
All knowledge is imperfect, as it's not understanding. All understanding is imperfect, as it's not realization. Realization of instinct can be beneficial to the extent it endures to understanding and knowledge. We don't have words for further enduring awareness beyond instinct because we rely on allegorical data. Accordingly, further extensive awareness that does not rely on cognitive reciprocity reflects, omni-emptively (preemptively, though also time-enduring), the imperfections of instinct. I've preferred to operate within that awareness, or at least I seem to be trying to do so, though I'll admit my body's access to its intellect is limited such that it has no idea what it's doing. The process of purging its confusion has been a combination of sad, bizarre, and, thankfully (though few so far), hilarious episodes. Maybe I'm getting better at existing, as I'm hoping.
Anyway, my experience focusing verisimilitude this morning informed me - through a language that itself increases verisimilitude (mentioning which would politicize this blog, and I'm not about that - though I'll tell you it's not English and it's no longer a surviving, spoken language) - that I should wait until next month. "Just you wait." So that's nice.
