Consummation is all what you need, namely sensory level satisfactions and, if one step further, imaginative reverie, namely our discriminatory minds food. And it's consummated, or thought as, by a nomenclature attached to it, like 'the scarlet' of 'rose', and the vibes and the flow of imagination or whatever. Does it work greater? Maybe. And that's the underlining difference we human beings think as up and above, from an animal. But in the area of placidity and, maybe 'idle', mindfulness, in which we are in dire starvation, especially these days, an animal is many tiers above us. But we have our ratiocinating intellect expressed by a communicative behaviour and system, where we have gone awry so far and on as of our sickening indulgence in holding such magisterial confidence in what and how we communicate forth so, given there a situation that presents as identical to us, like a rose as a rose. So the blatant homogenisation and glossy ad posters, doing some work, but always lacking something, always there you and me gritting teeth and fuming and complaining. Because we don't care about our own way of seeing, especially being in some way familiar with our own discriminatory, narrow way of taking in and expressing so.
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