Religious Fundamentalism (Corey Metaphor)

[Eulenspiegel7646 at aol.com]

The obfuscational variables of quasi-religious manifestations is randomly 
juxtaposed to the Kantian postulations in accordance with heretical 
manifestations of the deliberate a priori imperatives involved with heirarchical and 
traditional thought processes.  That said, historical influences, not found in 
normal life, often call for emotional cleansing of a metaphysical mechanistic 
variable.  The revolutionary dynamics of obfuscation often create difficulties in 
both oral & verbal communication.  It is clear that the minions of 
clarificational dysfunction thrive in an obfuscational environment.  To simply controverse 
is the diametrical opposition of converse.  Any child could tell you that.  
(Get me a child; I can't make heads or tails of this)  Merely conversing, 
however, makes no difference is an obfuscation process (if, indeed, it can be 
characterized as a process at all).  

Belief systems are a whole new ball of wax.  Once one gets into a pure belief 
mode, all bets are off.  One can believe anything.  One can Know anything.  
This is the gist of all metaphysics.  The ancients were aware of what they did 
know, but their problem (and, I maintain, our problem as well) is what they 
did not know.  For example, those who maintain that science can be a belief 
system are dwelling in the delusion that they know what science is.  For such a 
person, it is futile to argue, since they are working on a totally alien verbal 
reality plane.  

Between chemically induced hallucinatory experiences, one is happily grounded 
in what passes for reality.   One ingests, secretes and excretes in an 
infantile void of pleasure-seeking rapture.  Then Dan Rather or Peter Jennings or 
Tom Brokaw or Wolf Blitzer or Chris Matthews or one or more of dozens of others 
of the ilk spew intellectual irritants into our shells, and, like the oyster, 
we create from them pearls of what passes for Wisdom.  

Bloviating further, I must point out the the scabrous flesh-toned whining can 
be heard all the way out here, at the edge of the tectonic plate.

I am
your obedient servant,
Tyl (the fool)
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