Might be time for sorcery

 Yes!

No, not fun. I'll have to rock around for many hours, hold my cross, listen to Conan the Destroyer music to solve some very subtle issues. 

- we got [militaire]f and [politique]f. Cool. Let's make a class?

- we got several adjectivial constructs done. I mean, there are a ton! Homerics, normal adjectives, postpostives (two cases), appositions. There's one class of appositions that I have not brought myself to solve. I could link that to the above. But there are also substantives that look like appositions

- last sentence is critical. That's where I'll have to direct my sorcery skills, which I've done not that much but I've done them. They're seances. No sense of self exists. It's existing in a total state of Humility. Things stop to feel real. I'm usually like this but this is super amplified. There should be a hidden class within appositions that distinguish from just a basic adjective

My project is secret. That's why I'm not talking about it much. Everything is in codes. No one is going to pick up on what I'm doing. You'd need the entire framework to make sense of it - a framework that I'm very close to proving.

I will have to revisit the Glossary that I made for myself. There's something subtle. What differentiates [suicide]f from an invariable adjective? What differentiates the two from an apposition? There are different classes

Translation will be solved uniquely over 103,000 words. Everything will be invertable. I'm so close. It has to be!

I just have to be very careful this time. My last seance was about two months ago. I got injured after 5 days. Pinched a nerve in my rotator cuff that lasted for 3 or 4 days. Couldn't lift my arm above my shoulder. Sometimes too you get so exhausted that you barely can move and you just want to be in a room to yourself playing with dolls. You can get that dissociated.

Solution might be easy. It can get remarkably easy if I unwittingly proved a lemma, which implies a greater truth. But sometimes you just got to go so deep within you that you either get sick or injured. I don't know what else to call it but witchcraft. It'll be about 6 to 8 hours of straight work and prayer for several days straight in total mortification 

You know, I'll say this before I eat cheese sticks and get back to work. I'm never ever going to feel as alive as I do now. It's paradise. 

"Look at this place

It was paradise, but now it's dying

I'll pray for love

I'll take my chances that it's not too late"

https://youtu.be/6I8Cqpl5arE

The project might be one year away from completion. How could I ever move on? Nothing will ever approach this paradise


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