From the moment it, whatever it is, is broken down into its finite parts, and then analyzed for future instruction, it then becomes fractional. The pieces cannot function in respect to the larger whole because they all require each other in order to function. The process of analyzing the function of it then becomes obscure and the meaning lost in respect to what is being happened upon. No thing can function in and of itself. It can only function as a function to something, in something, or by something. If manuals are formed as to the benefit of the parts with respect to their function, then those words contained within that manual are useless; they serve no individual purpose in analyzation to the thing. If a part is broken, it is determined so through dysfunction in relation to the thing itself. Organizing thoughts and actions in pieces related to the pieces themselves serves only one purpose, to benefit the writer of the words. This of course does not pertain to mechanical devices such as engines or the body; their parts need to be analyzed and taken down. I am speaking of the unwritten language contained within and about the social being.
The man who relies on functionality through wit and cunning, and not through truth, real truth within the various pieces that make up the body; the unseen, must find himself smart and successful. He then manages his day by the glow of the deceiver who shines brightly in the eyes of the flacid, weak, and Earthly. These people cannot see what they do due to their wit and desire; for it leads and the body follows. It should be that the body cares not to follow, but to lead in the direction of the inside part, the unseen. To analyze something, a man would be better off to analyze that, which cannot be broken, is rarely written about, and hardly understood through the veil of the social life.
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