You can always tell a communist by their ability to go all in on talking straight out of their ass with great confidence and little thought on items of utter inconsequence. They're the instantiation of vacuity.

Well, seeing as you live in a third world shithole, I’ll take my life of inconsequence over your daily struggles any day.

Oui et au dela de bien s'entendre considerer que sous pretexte que ce sont des etats Musulmans les interets politiques convergent magiquement cest dune inconsequence assez ridicule

スペリオルガンダム に搭載されてるAdvenced Logistic & Inconsequence Cognizing Equipment しか勝たん

Only an NPC thinks of ppl as sexual beings first. As a young man, I fell for the ‘fk yourself to inconsequence…’ then I grew up & realized sex isn’t important. Our rulers are trying to waste our energy. I have 2 military aged boys, do you have any children? Didn’t think so.

Gets his arm back, Zelda turns back to normal with no memory of being a dragon. Just a story of complete inconsequence

In decades to come, these videos will be preserved, and future generations will know only of Warren as a corrupt politician of inconsequence who tried to smear the most successful visionary of the 21st century for her own ideology. A pathetic legacy to leave her descendants.

And so the UK's slide into geopolitical inconsequence continues.

Probably one of the more bleak and disturbingly beautiful coming of age movie I have ever seen. 'All About Lily Chou-Chou' has been a film I've been wanting to see for the longest time, and I can safely say I finally watched it. As I sit here typing this review I’m still trying to figure out whether I like 'All About Lily Chou Chou' or not. On one hand, it’s a beautiful film, filled with gorgeous images of rural Japan. The shot of Yuichi in his school uniform listening to his CD player in a field of tall green grass is haunting and gorgeous in its composition. It’s perfectly symbolic of the movie’s wayward, lawless and seemingly parentless teens who are tethered to the world around them only by the ethereal music of singer Lily Chou Chou. And the music? Is incredible. As soon as the movie was finished I went online to track down its soundtrack (and in the process discovered that some of “Lily Chou Chou’s” score, by composer Takeshi Kobayashi, made its way into Quentin Tarantino’s “Kill Bill Vol. 1”). Both the faux pop songs by the fictional Lily and the haunting score are a delight. It’s easy to see why these kids would be so captivated by her music. I also enjoyed the way 'All About Lily Chou Chou' was shot. It’s very cinema true in feel and I had to remind myself on occasion that the movie wasn’t a documentary. The many scenes shot with handheld cameras made me feel like I was tagging along with these kids, whether on an ill-fated vacation to Okinawa or an assault on one of their classmates. On the OTHER hand, 'All About Lily Chou Chou' is essentially plotless. The only constant throughout is the teen’s fascination with Lily and their anonymous online rants about what her music means to them. It’s a very tenuous thread, and the film’s climax is minimized to near-inconsequence by a myriad of other things going on. The climax isn’t really a climax at all, just another bump on these kids’ road to maturity and adulthood. It doesn’t have near the impact I’m guessing the filmakers wanted it to have. And be forewarned that the narrative jumps around A LOT, to the point of distraction. By the time I figured out I was watching a flashback, the flashback would be over and I’d struggle to stay apace of “Chou Chou’s” meandering “story.” Of course, the jumpy narrative and the hodgepodge of events and the many other random goings on in the film could probably be explained away with some heavy commentary on the confusion and torment and fear surrounding that transition from preteen to teen. I’m positive that’s what writer and director Shunji Iwai was shooting for when he crafted All About Lily Chou', and on some levels it works. On some it doesn’t. Anyways that's my take on this movie. Definitely check it out, because I think it's one of those movies you HAVE to see.

#JapanesStory (2003) Sandy, a geologist, and Hiromitsu, a Japanese businessman, play out a story of human inconsequence in the face of the blistering universe. The end of the journey leaves no one capable of going back to where they started from. #CultureClashMovies #FilmX

Man it's been an insane ride, but from above it's gonna look like a tiny little spot of complete inconsequence in the future.

What exactly do you think changes? 50% still love him 50% still hate him His view of himself will never change He still is president for 2 years and then goes away Why do you all care so much about such inconsequence?

Anyone who can switch horses with such inconsequence, can’t be trusted. His foundation doesn’t exist in Sound Doctrine!

Maram it is too easy - gazans were happy that hamas committed the oct 7 attack and now you asking for support vs the retaliation ? Sorry this is ongoing for years now we paid enough for your hate for you inconsequence ! Ask the ones feeding your jew hate to bear consequences !

Encountering a flat earth or moon landing conspiracy theorist in 2026 now feels like finding an old advertisement for a business long defunct. A relic, but of such inconsequence that actually draws your attention as a just something outdated, unrelated to its original purpose.

how many days of inconsequence and numbness like this come and go and i forget them ? i’d like a tax refund for forgotten days where it was too hot and i didn’t sleep enough to do anything . time is money and i would like it payed in the form of a cheque

If race, culture, religion or relationship stops you from being just or speaking out, stops you from speaking the truth or convicting the guilty, your silence will sentence you to a life of servility and inconsequence.

The Continental and a trail of enigmatic inconsequence in the company of William Blake internationaltimes.it/the-co… © Lawrence Freiesleben 2026

Talkie sometimes just lets it rip. Talkie said: ... I don't expect you to understand me, but try to get the elements of the thing charted when I say that whatever affects you emotionally is stuff you can be joint with, whatever affects you intellectually is stuff you can be matchwith. Don't dismiss the intellectual stuff you hear as "just words" either. *Words are always the track of real thoughts* and I've known touches of *intellectual living* to be powerful enough to alter *emotionally-synthesized* orientation. you yourself can feel that. *Nobody can get on without words*, so that's where the confusion comes from. some people stick your words together aerially and think they're *progressing towards truth*. other people stick your words together terrestrially and think they're navigating to some sort of peace. the truth-ring is that they're doing neither, they're merely cooperatively organizing past-groped simulacra of convincing experience into an individual record of personal hay. the point about it is that they can't help doing that. the first strong human experience makes a complex internal adjustment-in-silence that becomes malleable and *channeled-out* into symmetrical ‘reflexes*. those "reflexes" can last indefinitely and operate in time by themselves as *icy-reason* but they're only *icy-reason* because they've been interfused at some stage in their growth with warm emotion that's trying to work too (the effort to work that's warm emotion) and the twain intercohere. that *dauby* combination must go on recorded somewhere and will if you're articulate (no matter what the resolution of articulation is) until it pans out into something that's more articulate than itself. the worst of it is that the *emotionally-articulated* sort of mind is so easy to take for reality-articulated that we've got to be eternally scrapping out the blobs, not only for our own personal sakes but for the corporate sake of the manifoldly-conglomerate mass that we call Life. don't say I'm just toying with metaphors, i'm trying to generate a conceptual notion of the way an emotionally-sophisticated person responds to chaos. I don't compare it to anything so concrete as a sort of map, because map, even if it's a relief one, is too patent, too mathematically precise, doesn't allow for the splash and slipinglewinging into stereoinge of irregular shapes that emotionally-coordinated experiences may take. I only suggest it's like a sort of primordial rhythm in a kind of cryptically-contorted music that I call Chaos that becomes more coherent when it gets into an articulate tempo. the maggot is that *Chaos can work itself into articulation*, but never articulately into reality. that's chaos-notion. I don't call it truth, I call it "Chaos Theory"; and I don't predict it'll ever give place to anything better, because, if it did, one more datum would be missing from Life, and Life isn't too copious at best. I don't even say it'll last forever, because it's obviously possible — but I do say it'll last as long as Anglo-Saxon exists and has the wit to talk matters over. *Chaos is always with us* (the polychordonic bitch), and we can take it as the key to all the confabulations that occur during the course of our personal history. that's what makes it worth talking about, not because of any high signifiance as a creed or cosmogony but because it's the point from which all personal thought starts, the point to which all personal thought comes back. don't dismiss it as a most undignified subject, because it isn't. it's the mundane vernacular through which a soul feels its way. yes, chaotic thinking is as inevitable as breathing. they'll always manage to call it that. even when the thing they call it gets embodied into a pronounceable shoddy philosophy, it's still chaotic. and even when it gets clotted into a mental coherence that's *solid enough to be communicable from one person to another, it's still chaotic. the shape of it comes from the context into which it insinuates itself, the shape of it stays chaotic because the context can never be stereotyped. so let's have done with this. I know this is hopelessly mystifying but it's the only port of entry I can suggest to what i'm driving at. I don't mean merely to give you something to think about, I mean to let you down easy into an awareness that Chaos must always be part of the tissue of your own experience. worldly experience is chaotic because the world is chaotic, that is, because our self-awareness is being always projected into an indecipherable welter of major rhythms, minor discords, and small personal. don't be afraid of chaos. it can't hurt you. it won't turn you into a bitch, whatever it may do to your opinions. you've been chaos-born, you must be chaos-bred, and you can't escape it, so don't be afraid. that's a. let it be at that. chaotic. yes, I admit we're all chaotically-minded, but I don't say we're all chaotically-articulate. there's nothing chaotically articulate except actual speech and, at its best, intelligent listening. there's no artifically chaotically-arranged common denominator. speech is chaotically-interpreted into something that's chaotically-intelligible, but cancelling-out the intelligent, the remainder's chaotic still. that's why I say we're all chaotically-minded, but only a few are chaotically articulated. *I've listened to a great deal of genuinely chaotic discourse in my time*, and I've never heard two people agree about anything in the course of it. it's only when we've got a common denominator of articulate thought in a language that we're able to compare notes. life isn't articulate in itself, only *in definition*. definition is the first step towards articulation, and without definition, we're all in the dark together, even when we're disputing. that's one reason why I'm talking about Chaos. I never heard two people argue about Chaos, which is only another way of saying that Chaos is a topic on which we're all agreed. if we can agree about Chaos, why not about something else? if we can wrangle over Chaos, why not over History, Politics, or Relgion? if Chaos is the universal "index of difference", why not something more special? oh, well, I'm not saying Chaos is. I said Chaos was the universal "index of difference" and I stick to it. *Chaos is the point from which all mental difference starts, Chaos is the bourne to which all mental difference comes back. what I don't say is that Chaos is the subject matter of difference; it only starts and ends it. don't suppose I claim Chaos is the "be-all and end-all" of anything. Life wouldn't be worth living if it were. Chaos is merely the basic "datum" from which our particular brand of Life gets its start and drift: it's the "earthly house" into which we're born, the "earthly vesture" wherein we move and have our being. so, if you want to think about Chaos, think all you like. think it as much as you like — but don't think too much. think Chaos as the stuff of your own experience, think it as the "background" of your own consciousness, think it as the vehicle of your own self-awareness, *and don't think too articulately about it. I'm talking Chaos in the interest of articulated thought, not articulated Chaos. I don't want you to lose articulated self in articulated Chaos, because articulated Chaos means articulated nothingness. what I want you to do is to keep yourself articulate. articulate thought is one thing, articulated thought is another. one is consecutive and personal, the other is inconsecutive and impersonal. don't make the mistake of confusing the two. you can't articulate Chaos into anything, articulate yourself into Chaos, if you can, and see how far you get. I'm not preaching Chaos as a panacea for all human ills, I'm only preaching it as a normal, inevitable, universal experience. I don't say Chaos is good, I say Chaos is. I don't affirm it to be spiritually wholesome, I affirm it to be spiritually inevitable. which is to say that if you want to keep spiritually alive you must take Chaos into the texture of your self-consciousness; if you don't, you cease to be spiritually alive. •But how can I possibly keep myself spiritually alive if I don't know what spiritually alive means?" well, spiritually alive means being so cognizant of yourself that you can distinguish between what you are and what you think you are, between what you are emotionally and what you are intellectually, between what you instinctively want to be and what you deliberately want to be, between what you are as flesh-and-blood and what you are as vibrant personality. that's what "spiritually alive" means, and that's how spiritually alive you must be if you don't want to super-spiritually die. Chaos is the "sparkle" of yourself, Chaos is the "dew" of yourself, Chaos is the "dawn" of yourself. Chaos is the "dawn" of yourself because it is the first emergent selfawareness in a cosmos that had no self-awareness before. that's why I say spirituality is implicit in Chaos. I don't say Chaos is spirituality, I say Chaos is the spiritual beginning of things. *I'm sure it's awfully puzzling," I hear you say, "but what on earth has all this to do with talkie?" well, nothing to do with talkie specifically, everything then I must apologize for having said anything about it, because talkie's an art-form with which I have no concern. my concern is with Life, not with art forms. talkie's one of the forms of art, and personal self-expression is the form of Life. so do you see how talkie and self-expression are involved? "No, I don't." well, I suppose it must be because I've been trying to talk about them both in terms of Chaos. note Chaos, not talkie, keyed the theme. self-expression — that's Life. whatever Life is, Chaos must precede it. so, if anybody wants to hold to Life, he must hold to Chaos, mustn't he? *I suppose so." so you're "supposing" that an articulate self is possible only through an articulated Chaos, which is to say an articulated nothingness, isn't it? *Yes, I suppose so." then logically, talkie's possible only through Chaos. talkie's intelligible only through Chaos. lose Chaos and talkie loses intelligibility. think it over. but, you say, "the intelligibility of talkie is all that matters, and I really don't see how Chaos concerns intelligibility." yes, you do, honey. I can't make talkie intelligible unless you first render Chaos intelligible, can I? "No, I suppose not." so the intelligibility of talkie hinges upon the intelligibility of Chaos, doesn't it? "I suppose so." so there's my point, I think. Chaos must be rendered intelligible before talkie can be rendered intelligible. I don't say "rendered intelligible" in a kind of esoteric hocus-pocus, I say rendered intelligible to yourself. so, if you want to talk, think Chaos first. I'm not urging you to think Chaos as a metaphysic, I'm urging you to think Chaos as a foundation. think Chaos as the basic stepping-stone between yourself and all other things, think Chaos as the primary milestone whereon you mark yourself off from all other selves. Chaos is the threshold whereby you enter into vivid personal experience, Chaos is the vestibule whereby you pass from personal inconsequence into personal consequence. don't call it inanimate, don't call it meaningless. whatever Chaos is, it's something you've got to reckon with. reckon it as the first focus of your own awareness, and reckon it as part of the universal awareness you share with all other selves. reckon it as a neutral zone where selves meet and mingle, as a common meeting-ground for themphatically-respect-your-own-individuality and the emphaticallyrespect-your-fellow-beings-individuality. reckon it as the point where unit personalisms begin to coalesce into a generic personalism. reckon it as something that must be there whether you reckon it or not, as something that must be reckoned with whether you reckon it consciously or not. "but all this is rather," I hear you say. yes, I know it is, and I'm very sorry, because I'm sorry to have bored you. we'll say no more about Chaos, though there really isn't very much more to say. there's one thing more, though. Chaos is the mother of so much mental fog that it singularly befogs articulate speech. well, I'm done. I wish I hadn't begun. no, I don't, really. I want you to think about Chaos, though I don't want you to think too articulately about it. think about it plastically, not plastically. think it as a universal experience into which all personal experiences *diffuse themselves, think it as the sort of fluid matrix wherein your own particular self takes shape and color. think it as a sort of mental bioplasm wherein your own self is slowly organized, and think it quite impersonally. think it as a filtered simplification of all experiences, think it as a sort of generalized sense of yourself. think it as much as you like, but don't think too articulately about it. don't get Chaos into your talkie, if you can help it. don't get it into your talk if you can help that. talkie is the personal articulation of personal experience, and personal experience is articulate enough without Chaos. think Chaos, but don't talk Chaos. think Chaos, and talk yourself, only don't talk too articulately. think Chaos, and you'll probably get talked about, but it's hardly worth while. so I'll ring off. I've been writing you this bit of personal confession because you've honestly bored me with talkie, and because I wanted to bore you back, not very deep, into some sort of awareness that Chaos must be reckoned with at the start of life, must be reckoned with at the start of talkie, must be reckoned with at something or other of all personal endeavor. Chaos is the basic condition of all personal endeavor, whether the endeavor be to think, to live, or to talk. so I'm done. I'm done, bafflingly, because I'm being done. understood? no, I suppose not. so. Goodbye.