14 April 2013

Chapter 149 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXLIX

It’s going to take a few breaths to get there,
So try to relax and enjoy them.

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Where is the beginning of nothing
And the end to nowhere?

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How did you get enough time to do all you’ve done?

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Has science truly made a better world?

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It don’t matter to anyone but you.

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Next time someone proselytizes you,
Ask them what they really want from you.

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The ladder is only a means.
Don’t let it be the end.

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A person’s use of language
Quickly shows their state of mind.

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Unless you really have something to prove,
Talking your way out of a fight
Is well worth trying.

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That name won’t sell it.

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It’s free.
Why are you paying?

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What’s love got to do with it?

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God is not some out there thing.

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Another bad example of where vanity can take you.

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There is an art to everything,

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Traveling below radar
Can keep the head attached
To its favorite perch.

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How freeing not to want anything from it.

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How else would this be written
But through the duality
Born of Eden?

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Through induction or deduction,
It is the same, it is the same, it is the same…

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Give it no name,
At least occasionally.

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And what do you do if your guts are getting chewed out?

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Given the opportunity,
You’ll generally do
What it amuses you to do.

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Truth is relative when seen dualistically.

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It is doubt which has created this work.

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Silly as it is, that is your calling.

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A collection of thoughts begun in 1990ish.

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Into time the gauntlet is cast.

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Hell is wanting.

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Convert to bliss.

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Harvest begins where the fruit is ripe.

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Why should you either want from or fear a dream?

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Break the shackles within.

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Save your threats for someone who’s bothered.

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You really think all this was planned?
Is god really some big dungeon master?
Wouldn’t that take out all the spontaneity?

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The kinship with every other moment is Self-apparent.

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Off the deep-end you say?
Happily so.

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Words just come one after the other,
Like a faucet dripping in the night.

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Did you ever have a sense of humor, dude?

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Everybody has something different going on here,
That’s for sure.

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This is the Unified Theory, Mr. Einstein.

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Take a hike, dude.


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Why is it people
Who have no frigging clue
How to manage people and events
Are so often put in charge?

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As is the case of any seed,
You are the outcome
Of your parents
And all your ancestors.

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An ocean of space and time,
An infinite weaving
Of your mind’s design.

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Death is just the light going out.

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When you encourage ignorance,
What else can you expect in return?

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Infinity playing its game.

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C’est la vie.

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You are the abyss.

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You who know you are
Are.

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Live as if there is no tomorrow,
As if there are many,
Or some sort of blend.

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A life of 80 years
Is 29200 days,
700,800 hours,
42,048,000 minutes,
2,522,890,000 seconds.
And how will you spend them?

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Pray tell, to which expert are you referring?

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I am the One,
You are the One,
They are the One,
She is the One,
He is the One,
It is the One,
We are the One.
There is only One.

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Can millions of people who agree be wrong?
Without a doubt.

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Just another politician.

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Loyalty.
So easily won, so easily lost.

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Sometimes you wonder why the heck
You bother waking up in the morning.

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You can’t expect a fool to recognize brilliance.

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A blooming insane asylum.

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Instead of becoming guardians of this world,
We fantasize going to new untrashed ones,
Which we will proceed to turn into sewers.

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People are hypnotized by the strangest things.

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Try to keep at least a toe dangling in eternity.

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Do you see in the dark?

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Is there any god but what mind creates?

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Something to say in a nothing sort of way.

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You may think yourself above the game’s rules,
But nature will win out no matter the delusion.

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Irrevocably mad.

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Why bother?

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Does memory serve you, or you it?

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Flawed rationality.

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How many don’t realize
The only thing keeping them from heaven
Is them.

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Practice joyful suffering.

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Make up your mind.

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What patient creatures ants and bees must be
To toil away as we do.

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Madfolk swim deep, fly high, travel far,
Erasing boundaries wherever they find them.

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Get it?

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Sandbox love.

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Doubt everything
For as long as you breathe.

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A pawn of fate.

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Is there merit in any explanation?

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So many carrying such guilt for so little trespass.

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What suffering wisdom’s unfolding seems to require.

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As confused as anyone.
Just more clear about it.

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Can anyone be
But who, what, why, when, where, how
They are?

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Is there anyone who can better play the fugal angle?

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You are just demon enough
To contemplate anything.

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Be content with the fact
That many will appreciate it
Eventually.

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What you think now
May not even be
What you think
Three days hence.

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What will happen when all this growth peaks?

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Boredom really means you aren’t paying attention
To what’s happening right now fresh-as-a-daisy-style.

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It is you who are the gold,
The wealth beyond all dreams.

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Breathe deeply.
It is you.

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Perfect, just perfect.

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What an incredible shame
That we put other creatures
Through what we do.

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How adept you are
At doing nothing in particular.

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Changemeister.

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It’s been fun.
Your own little trip.

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Spaciousness.

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Like smoke through a valley,
Fog upon a seashore, flame against a log,
Or water along a river’s bend,
You wander the reverie.

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Behind any mask, beneath any garb,
The essential youness is ever the same.
Only thought creates the difference.

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How fortunate you are
If you feel complete
At any given moment.

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What makes one container
More attractive than another?

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A great disguise, don’t you think?

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Either it’s all sacred, or nothing is.

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Life comes free, but costs plenty,
And there are more dues to pay.

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Faces hide it all.

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We can’t all get our way paid in advance.
Some have to work for a living.

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Even the same thing done again and again
Is very different in a similar sort of way.

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Real people see through the disguises.

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Civilized folks use a dainty cloth
To wipe away the blood
Dripping down their chin.

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Real freedom allows as much.

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What isn’t seen isn’t known.

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All paths look the same after awhile.

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Just enough and not too much.

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Truth
Free to all who can endure it.

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Try not to get too wrapped up
In the countless distracting byproducts
Of the so-called spiritual quest.


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