11 March 2013

Chapter 166 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CLXVI

You were fooled into taking life personally.

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The winner decides the rules.

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It is your interpretation of the present
Through the screen of your past
Which manifests your future.

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Only those who see the dream as a dream
Will hear these words.

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Watch your fellow human beings
With the same detachment
That you would any other species
And you cannot help but see it cannot be
What you truly are.

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Why some are allowed to see and others not
Is a mystery to this journeyman mystic.

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Would it occur to you if you weren’t ready?

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How can stillness feel the current
Of earth, wind, water and fire
But through imagination?

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There is nothing to join
In order to be free.

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Only the herd believes its lie.

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Even a bad glass of wine can be savored.
State of mind is all.

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There’s a lot you can achieve,
And much, much more you can’t.

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What realms godness devises
Are more innumerable
Than any count can muster.
Yet each are of the same oneness
No matter the scope.

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Keep your judgments to your Self.

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Why torture yourself so?

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You can never go back,
And must wait
For forward to happen.

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It’s easy to laugh
At another’s foolishness,
But can you laugh at your own?

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Will DNA ever sanction less angst,
Or is manifest creation even possible
Without an inherent destructiveness?

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We mull over the parts,
But few comprehend
The incomprehensible whole.

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Can you fathom the reality
Imagination has played
In your existence?

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How often men seem
To be demons to women,
And women the same to men.
Into such different universes
Genetic coding casts us all.

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A house of cards
Will have more foundation
If we continue this divisive madness.

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Godness may be all-knowing,
All-powerful, all-seeing, all-everything,
But it’s got your limited mainframe to play through.
And a bolt of lightening would play havoc on the mortal circuitry.

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So pay attention.

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It’s all about acquired tastes.

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If cats looked like their souls,
We’d kill them all.

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What is the mind unconditioned
By yesterday or tomorrow?

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Scraped off the same spiritual bone, are we?

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Never you mind.

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No matter the shape or tear or texture,
It is as seamless as seamless can be.

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You are as old as old is.

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So full of irony you can’t see straight.

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Herds continue
While lone rangers
Saunter off into oblivion.

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Men are like bees to the honey of proportion.

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Riddles have a way of intriguing answers.

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All this cheerleading for nothing.

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Where does it get you, really?

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As gray as gray gets.

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Cheap is rarely better unless it’s a steal.

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I speak as clearly as I can,
But can you listen as clearly?

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Let us rise to a larger vision.

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So many people pretending to be so strong,
But their shallow egos give them away.

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In most things it is best
To have the fundamentals in order
Before grasping for more than can be done well.

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Our self-absorbed heroics pale
When contrasted with our many cruelties
Toward the creatures with which we share this world.

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Surrounded by lizard brains.

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To feel whole, you must decide to be whole.

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The synchronicity of all movement,
Of all action, of all will, is prior to any belief.
It is eternally guaranteed to such an infinite degree
Even the greatest effort of imagination can never ascertain
It true or not.

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If truth could be proved,
Why do we argue it so?

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It doesn’t matter who does it
As much as it does that it gets done.

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Mothers want so badly to believe their sons good,
That the sons often collude in whatever way necessary
To maintain and nourish their unlikely delusion.

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Silence is its own symphony.

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Born a peasant, yet you are a king.


A harbor for other Souls to find their way.

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How can one at times
Not help but be confused
By the storm of consciousness?

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As well as you may know yourself,
Can you ever really witness it
With detached clarity?

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Frightening to realize so many girls think cheerleading
The end-all-be-all of their vain, superficial existence.

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Can truth ever be more than what people want to believe?

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We’re all cousins from different bakeries.

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It seems so far away,
Then suddenly you’re there,
And then well past
Only the vaguest recollection.

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You cannot miss what you’ve never known.

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The universe is quite infinite
If you are absorbed only in your own.

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Melt into sovereignty.

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Why shouldn’t you prefer you own company to that of fools?

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Don’t be limited by another’s lack of imagination.

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Can any step be wasted?
Any breath missed?
Any life lost?

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The same play of consciousness, nonetheless.

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Which mid-life crisis were you referring to?

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The things you take for granted.

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Inquire into the reason until you are the reason.

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Instant karma.

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Ahh, the life of the lowly philosopher.

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No system of thought here.

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Where is the continuity?

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The flag blowing in the breeze is very still.

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Why build yourself into any idea?

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More corporate mayhem.

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Driven by forces over which we have no control,
A fierce destiny is slowly, but surely taking shape.

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Just like all the rest.

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The big picture does not need
To adapt to humanity’s little one.

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No need to know what you can’t know.

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Even so-called normal is quite insane.

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Another compressed gusherhead.

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System? How can you organize chaos?

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What’s really scary is that s/he will breed another round.

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Existence might not be such a bother
If it weren’t for all the pain
One must sometimes endure.

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The flesh is, after all, only skin deep.
What resides below is really the mystery.

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Ironing out irony is impossible.

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You are not obligated to buy into foolish choices.

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The best things in life are free,
Or close to it.

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So many dialed in with their
Cell phones, pagers, faxes, and emails.
So little room for any space.

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The history we will never even begin to know
Has shaped our present in ways we cannot evade.
We are all the sum of time’s mysterious reality.

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You will be as free as you dare to be.

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Another recording playing at being human.

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It’s the unfulfilled expectation
You find so disappointing.

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Why should you care about the time yet to come?
You got yours.

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The depths of despair
Lead to an obvious conclusion.

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We and all who have come before
Cast a horror story into the future.

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Do the unexpected and you won’t be boring.

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No, you really don’t want to know.

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It doesn’t take a rocket scientist.

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Stark-raving mad.

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Who cares if someone else already said it.
Now it’s here, too.

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Makes ya goofy.

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Saplings bend in heavy winds
Older trees tend to buckle.
It’s the nature of aging.

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The hot that’s hot is relative
To the hot that’s not.

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You don’t have to be a Christian
Or anything else
To follow the Golden Rule.

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Would you want this to be handed to you?

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Not looking is a decision.

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It’s designed to make you think.

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The first stain of the day.

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Figure out where the money’s at,
And you’ll be pretty near to understanding
Most anything you want to, or even don’t want to,
When it comes to the human drama.

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Peasants enjoy a freedom
The so-called privileged
Will never know.

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Simply put, there are many thing you can do
And many more things that you cannot.
Capacity and limitation shape the mind.
Call it fate, call karma, call it what you will,
It is the seed principle which governs all life.

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If participants truly long for peaceful co-existence,
Somewhere in the back and forth of revenge
There must be an enduring forgiveness.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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