14 April 2013

Chapter 147 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXLVII

Humility is the merging into the groundness of all things.

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Rest is for the dead.
You won’t last here very long
If you don’t embrace some form of the busy-busy.

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It’s all conditioning.

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Life consumes life.
It is the way.

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History is but one breath passed to the next.

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‘Twas not your fate.

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“What do you want?”
An old woman once upon a time asked.
Still no answer.

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The harsh reality
Is that most human bodies
Look best covered up.

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Hanging anonymous.

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You like your prison, eh?

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Very stupid to do that, really,
But oh well, not the first time,
Nor will it likely be the last.

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Absurdly frightening.

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Within less than one hundred turns of the sun,
Almost everyone you are acquainted with right now
Will be mulching away in one piece of ground or another.

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Intellectual prowess can do little to halt
Pure, unadulterated brute force.

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Suddenly what had once been so consuming
No longer held any interest whatsoever.
A fascinating turn of the worm.

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Surrender to the mind that sees all, knows all, is all.

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The possibilities are as infinite as imagination.

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Dare you travel that far?

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Balance is so easily lost.

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Do nothing and you will see all.

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The world dances within the eye of your mind.

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The senses bind to a temporal reality.
Death is the ticket home.

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Why do things that don’t work?

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Lack of discipline creates sloth

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Nobody is remembered forever.

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The senses can only read the immediate,
But imagination can travel the farthest reaches.

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Sure, someone else
Has said it somewhere,
But not to this ear.

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It is within breath that you will find contentment.

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The waking dream,
The dream waking.

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What different states of mind
Between wanting and having.

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It can be a cruel, heartless world,
But one need not be savage about it.

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Word of mouth is the strongest advocate.

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Money is the flag of toil.

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It isn’t time for such untimely thoughts.
It may never be.

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Another forgotten wordsmith.

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Only in books, only in movies,
Only in imagination.

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A strange calling.

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There is only absoluteness,
Neither either nor anything.

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The checklist of not
Just gets longer and longer.

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Oh come on, Like nobody’s
Ever thought of that before.

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Life is a brief window of time
In which eternity is discernable
To those gifted with the vision.

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If you’re going to waste money,
Waste it on something you can use.

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Why do so many people buy into this need
To believe in one silly thing or another?

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Whisper softly the nameless.

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Imagination lurks at the heart of every mind.

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Writing something profound
Can be like yelling out
In the middle
Of an empty desert.

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Useless.

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Good friends are hard to come by,
Easy to keep.

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Believe in
Santa Claus,
The Tooth Fairy,
The Stars and Stripes,
Hallmark holidays,
Good coffee,
Chocolate,
The Devil
Jesus,
God,
And, and, and, and …
Every other imaginable absurdity.

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Babble, babble,
All for the sake of babble.

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The playthings of godness are many and transient.

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It must amuse your vanity.

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The pendulum comes closer and closer with each swing.

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Male and female separated long ago,
And have suffered diligently ever since.

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Who ever had a face?

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Suddenly you realized you were surrounded,
And there was no escape but within.

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Only vanity judges.

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Wonderfully superficial.

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All thought is vain.

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No escape there.

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Pray to whatever form you please,
It is ever your Self.

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You can’t reason with a rigid mindset.

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Preaching to the choir again, are we?

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Romance is the trade of pawns.

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She arrived late, left early.

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Living a lie projects everyone else the same.

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God is a useful distraction.

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The shot rang out, found its mark,
And another end blossomed.

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Another case of mistaken identity.

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Culture can be so dulling.

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What cost, peace?

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Entropy levels all playing fields.

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If you really don’t want to risk
Watching your children suffer and die,
Don’t have them.

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What belief can ever match reality?

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No life form can escape gravity for long.

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Got too much bullshit to fake it.

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The good die young,
And you’re still here.

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In your own way, at least you tried.

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A place to sit, nothing more.

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Look across your universe
And see nothing.

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You can’t really do something before you’re ready.

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The dark times are never quite as bad looking back.

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It’s the heart that smartens the penis.

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What you want from another,
You must give yourself.

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Myopic as usual.

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Oh foolish people,
It is not know thyself.
It is know thy Self.

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So is there a way to sue god?

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Breath deep.
Fuck up without remorse.

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I witness you and you, me.
All different, all the same.

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How many women have children
Who must grow up to save them?

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Your are the movie theatre.

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Clues surround you.

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You are not the first, nor shall you be the last.

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You’ve been touched by life to see it this way.

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A prophet for all time.

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What is evolution but the creation-destruction
Of each and every holographic twist and turn.

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The words come, yet for where from?

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How could it be any other way?

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First comes the epiphany,
Then the mind sculpts it into an aphorism,
Which is casually transferred to the closest slate at hand.
Sometimes as the pen scurries, the words mutate into something different.
Must catch it before thought’s waves wash clean the sandy shore.

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Be it so, Scribe.

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Betwixt titter and shame, these thoughts come.

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Lower the shield of identity.

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A doctorate does not for intelligence make.

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There are still a few forests left,
But we’ll likely get those, too.

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How dazzled we are by the neurosis
Of so many who lead us.

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Just expecting the next breath is a leap of faith.

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Did the part choose you, or you it?

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It may be your fate to be shuffled to the side.
Not all can be on the main stage at one time.

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It is an issue of vision, not duality.

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Just another group without foundation in reality.

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How very tiring all this measurement has become.

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How much easier things are
If you don’t know any different.

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Wander time, ponder time.

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Stilling.

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When someone tells you to grow up,
It usually means into someone like them.

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Objectivity is just a game science plays with itself.

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Hate can so easily take over the dream.

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More real than you can imagine.

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Every mood finds its day.

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The absolute reality of truth is in everything you do,
Everything you see, hear, taste, smell, touch and think.
Everything.

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In stillness, there is the courage of innocence.
It is without the shadow of thought’s making.

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Let’s see, six billion-plus times fifteen minutes.


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