14 April 2013

Chapter 148 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXLVIII

From whence all things come, we are but one.

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A full breath and a still mind
Are as good as it gets.

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Haven’t you seen enough of this silliness
To see where it’s coming from.

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Quietly whittling away
The world changes ever anew.

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The body will find its own balance
If the mind can keep from interfering.

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The truth is hidden in plain view
Because so few want to see.

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The are the scripted chance of fate.

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You are the script,
The chance of fate
Inspired by time.

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How much easier and more enjoyable
Anything is when you want to do it.

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The ego must eventually fall,
Most likely by it’s own hand.

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Any sound will do if two or more agree on its meaning.

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Of the company you enjoy most,
No one can ever get closer
Than Number Two.

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Self-pity leads nowhere but down.

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What the hell did you mean by that?

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Your soul wafts the journey nowhere.

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Just putting the universe in order.

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Another sunny day.

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Real education isn’t about
A piece of paper on a wall
Or letters behind a name.

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What a useless thing to hold out hope
That the human species will get its act together.
The only thing intelligence can hope for
Is that we will be pruned back
Before we destroy
Everything.

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Another day full of possibility.

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How can any vested interest ever see clearly?

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Follow rules that make sense.
Pragmatically ignore those that don’t.

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Your assumptions about sanity
Leave me wondering about yours.

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What is the human mind unfilled by concept?

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You may take down the mountain to build your highway,
But never forget that which created it
Long before you,
And shall again long after.

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No argument here that some are duds.

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Sometimes you win battle after battle,
And still lose the war
For lack of a bigger picture.

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Sometimes you throw
Pearls to swine
Or seed to dry ground,
Because you can never tell
Who will string them together
Or when the rain will come.

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No one can see you
Lest they know Self within.

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What mark can you leave on a beach
That will last more than a few waves?

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You’ll look good in the ground.

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Where’s the stillpoint?
In your belly?  Your heart?  Your mind?
Or your imagination?

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Don’t give weight to things that don’t matter.

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Would you be the one
For whom I would journey hell?

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No need for stories.
We all have one.

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Boringly trite.

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How can you see no other
When you cannot see your Self.

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All meaning is transient and fleeting.

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No one not one can see you.

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Children with toys no child should have.

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Afraid of what the next instant might bring.

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A time of hatching into holographic reality.

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Meander sovereign.

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What can it mean but what it is.

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Impaired vision.

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The only sin is separation.

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How challenging surrender.

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Beckon all enter into the sublime reckoning.

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Myths arise because of the yearning for meaning.

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What is your struggle?

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There is no method
Which will gain foothold
Into inner vision.

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Doubt is the prime ingredient.

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Can it get any more stupid?

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The universe is your aura.

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Snowflakes of consciousness.

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Like one of those demented dogs
Fixated on chasing tennis balls.

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The clutter of time.

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You know what I mean.

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The nice thing about writing like this
Is that you can say what you feel.
No need to be politically expedient.

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There you go masturbating your mind on paper in public again.

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Oopsy.

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Time without meaning.

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The waves hurl themselves into the rocks,
Unburdened.

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In all things, nothingness resides.

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For your entertainment,
A universe built to exact specifications.

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The wave is just part of a process
Begun at the genesis before time.

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Who knows what you heard or saw
Or smelled or touched or tasted?

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Imagination is just imagination,
No matter how it suffers.

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Infinity is within and without
Al things great and small.

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With any translation,
How can one not fail to change,
To lose or gain some meaning or nuance?
Even when parties share a language
Every mind is its own rendition.

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Not one iota of anger in the harshest wave.
Complete indifference.

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If there must be madness,
Let it be divine.

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Destiny cannot be altered.

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As soon as we come up with all the questions,
Perhaps we’ll figure out all the answers.

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Vanity doeth speak in many tongues.

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Don’t get into anything from which you cannot exit.

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An experiment without any controls.

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The sum of all parts often becomes a greater whole.

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Mirrors cast no reflection in eternity.

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If you want to save the world,
Find a way to get rid
Of five or six billion people.

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Even a tortoise
Covers a lot of ground
One step at a time.

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Straddling infinity.

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Hey man, the emperor is buck-naked.

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Another book you won’t read,
Another toy you won’t play with,
Another trinket you won’t dust,
Another girl you won’t kiss.
Another…ad infinitum…

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How large must a snowflake be
To start an avalanche?

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The next horizon could be your last.

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You don’t need applause if you like yourself.

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The shogun goes out and conquers the world.
The gardener stays home and is the universe.

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Sometimes someone
Has to come along
And clean the laundry.

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It’s just what you’re used to.

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It’s only a secret to those too blind to see.

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Which beans to count today?

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History is just a big game of telephone.

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How much stronger the learning when one is interested.

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Never be bound by anything arbitrary,
Which is pretty much everything.

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What is the state of mind
That delineates aggressors from pacifists?

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When a door is locked, it is locked.
When a door is unlocked, it opens.
Sometimes a locked door unlocks.
Sometimes an unlocked door locks.
Destiny is really very straightforward.

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Introspection taken to infinity’s eternity
Will change the way you see your universe.

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How isolating murderous rage.

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Why some need so badly
To control and exploit others
Will always be an enigma
To those content to be.

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There is no hope but what you do.

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Peace through realization.

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Some are born to see
What so many others cannot.

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You are your form of sanity.

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Evolution is really a much better explanation
For how screwed up things have become.

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You won’t live forever,
But you are forever.

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Every journey heroic.

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It’s hard to work for something
You don’t really want or care about.

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You never know what you’ll find beneath a cover.

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A stillness, the stillness.
Indefinite and definitive,
Both and neither,
Always and never.

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Paradoxing and Ironicizing another day away.

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Sift your way home.

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Pawns travel an arduous journey to be crowned.

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Keep trying to remember it is only a body.

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If thy cup runneth over,
It is either too full
Or not large enough.

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Drifting from one adventure to the next,
What can touch you, really, but the imagination
Which binds all illusions together in time?
Intelligence and ignorance intertwine
In an near-infinity of variations
On the dance floor of dreamtime.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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