it's not so much the food, as the smell, associated with various festivals, carnivals, amusement parks, etc. a childlike fun vibe to the aroma.Cerber wrote: ↑Wed Jan 27, 2021 2:23 am Oh I didn't get the reference. Next time you should use whiskey, that does associate with fun for me. My relationship with food is much more transactional, professional, business-like, there is no fun. Consumption of dead matter or it's by-product and derivatives - only necessary nuisance. I always struggled to relate to other people experiencing fun and joy, even some deep satisfaction and pleasure while eating.
Magic number 11
Re: Magic number 11
Re: Magic number 11
Ah I understand now. There were no carnivals and amusement parks in my childhoodKath wrote: ↑Wed Jan 27, 2021 2:33 amit's not so much the food, as the smell, associated with various festivals, carnivals, amusement parks, etc. a childlike fun vibe to the aroma.Cerber wrote: ↑Wed Jan 27, 2021 2:23 am Oh I didn't get the reference. Next time you should use whiskey, that does associate with fun for me. My relationship with food is much more transactional, professional, business-like, there is no fun. Consumption of dead matter or it's by-product and derivatives - only necessary nuisance. I always struggled to relate to other people experiencing fun and joy, even some deep satisfaction and pleasure while eating.
Re: Magic number 11
I know this topic is old, but I need to tell that you are right. 11 is number of destruction. Do you want a link about numerology so you can be more aware?Cerber wrote: ↑Thu Nov 12, 2020 5:55 pm That was 3 years ago, so now in hindsight I can look back and try to draw some parallels with things that did happened, even if only in hypothetical sense. Shortly (relatively) after I was pushed through those doors marked with number 11, I had very dramatic few years, especially in the area of my spiritual practices and believes. While before I think I was more like "know-it-all arm-chair wizard", after few years of relentless beating and grinding now I feel more like "I've completely no idea what am I doing" kind of guy most days, and all feels like slow crawl through flooded sewers in sandals, and most of the time I can't say with any certainty if the smell because I pooped my self again, or it's just the environment, but the duct tape seems to be holding, for the moment at least.
So now I can hypothesize that those doors marked with number 11 marked a beginning of period in wider sense of time and space, of intense education or "re-education". Perhaps.