Moondogging by Bommel

Humans talk and then talk a bit more. Just a lot of talking in various spaces really. In a reality like this one (probably at any given point in time), situations occur that make some other sense then anything that produced it in those precise forms, which were already very different from before. No one succeeds in this before knowing what, and most importantly how, we build on our own equivalent of what some would call intuition, especially in regards to the particular presence at hand. Writing of another time from an unknown author comes to mind when thinking about quandaries of this nature:

"Ì Qiáoní dí kèluósītè yuègǒuxùqǔ-ai shinkushigu hage jīsutouzungumu yabun shakkufudejijio shunpingua mölÏjiǔt. Á deshùliàng kushitepukikufufu fanshan Ì."

To translate this wisdom would only degrade its meaning, but above all we do not know in what language this was written, so translating it would be difficult beyond measure regardless. In pursuit of that same intuition described before, the Khmer concept of "ខ្ញុំព្រះច័ន្ទវានឹងសត្វឆ្កែ" or "khnhom preah chnt vea nung satv chhke" (translated to English as "moondogging") follows. Give it a lifetime and we will eventually reach an awareness, or at least in some variance different degrees of it. This music has nothing to do with anything you have read so far.

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