Flowers of Earth Field

A Story by Abishai100

Applications of logic of communications marks this unusual Earth-flowers 'examination' tale of farmers and aristocrats making wage for zone-seance.

A dominion-tale about customs and decisions and distances and life, invoking a 'cool' psyche-application of the Liar-paradox in logic of language/communication. Inspired (very loosely) by Rumpelstiltskin. Thanks so much for reading (and Happy Holidays),

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I decided to take my new purchased gold typewriter to a farm field of Earth, for a Euro-currency 'examination' of the readings of life on our fare-rich Blue Planet of labors and shared production for intuitions of rhetoric or superstition or even optimism (Selfie-like!).

With my new machinery, I made for a special Earth-field, in which local potato-farmers of Euro-currency, were weary with the works of a recently migrated pair of wealthy aristocrats, a king and a queen, who had shipments of potatoes from afar sent to their dark castle, as the nearby farmers watched with angst, given the recent challenges of potato-famine (wow). This was good fiction maybe.

Now, this monarch-aristocrat pair walled themselves in to their dark castle in this Earth-field of pensive farming and refused to share their bounteous eats of delicious potatoes with the struggles-rich farmers nearby, and it made them celebrities of the bad quality (Selfie-like).

As I became part of this Earth-field of wild flowers and angst, I decided to negotiate on behalf of the farmers of challenge and presented myself to the monarch pair as a traveling logician-writer with a Liar-paradox wage for what made distances in Earth fields worth their 'IQ' weight in customs/exchange demand for the human consciousness. Follow along (Selfie-like!).

KING/QUEEN: The Liar-paradox is of interest to us, writer..."Every statement is incomplete" (etc.).

ME: Surely is, for no statement can inform you of incompleteness of all statements if the statement itself is a statement for a disclosure/revelation (ha).

KING/QUEEN: Well, then every statement can not be incomplete, eh?

ME: Surely, then, by the logic of language itself, by structure and paradox, there must be 1 complete statement for value of communication (ha).

KING/QUEEN: What's this complete statement of value to these surrounding poor-farmers, writer?

ME: Perchance it's that there's a great gap, or distance between your castle and their farming fields, for what's complete statement delivery without any applied value of agreements in-demand (hmmm)?

KING/QUEEN: That's clever...perchance we'll gift these farmers a potato-painting as gesture of fencing.

Well, I had managed to achieve a micro-deed of significance on behalf of these angst-ridden poor farmers of this stranger Earth field of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of social network customs for contracts/handshakes (ha). I negotiated with the farmers and courted the hand of a lovely daughter of theirs, as she took delight in how I warranted special distance 'IQ' for fields separation between the potato-eaters themselves and the aristocrats hovering over them with fiction-image of exchange/dodecahedrons (Selfie-like!).

ROSA: Good reading for communication value perceptions for trust/contract, sweetheart.

ME: Thanx for the read, Rosa...me thinks to spin this yarn into a flower-field tale of intelligence.

ROSA: Those Catholic-Protestant 'troubles' of record in Northern Ireland (UK) are surely relevance!

ME: No doubt they are, and there's plenty of exchange-cleats for logic concerning flower-fields, yeah.

ROSA: Then, you've found the subject of a great composition for the love-of-jewelry (good).

When I returned to the American Homeland, I knew I had found some blend-recipe of contemplation and worry concerning these incomplete-distances readings to the Earth-fields of leviathan/uncertainty for contracts and exchanges for handshakes of value/volition (for the Ego). I'd remember Rosa as a woman of social media 'culture' now, poised to make a communication color for what's simply Earthling jitters (Selfie-like!).