14 April 2013

Chapter 152 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CLII

We are at a time where nothing is sacred,
Where no holds are barred,
Where no rules stand,
Where no laws go unbroken,
Where no experience is chained by constraint,
Where the infinity of imagination is bound only by its own limits.

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As all dreams are temporary fabrications
Your view of reality is as valid as anyone’s.

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You cannot have two without first being one.

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Right or wrong,
This truth as I see it
Prior to all thoughts about it.

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Whether it’s heaven,
Or a seamless infinity of lives,
May you find that for which you long.

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Why would you want to be a machine or computer?
Or any technological device whatsoever?

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Anybody can, everybody is.

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So many trying to persuade you to live their delusion.

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Another waste of existence
If there is one.

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God sure does seem to have a sadomasochistic bent.

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Sometimes consciousness is thick
And heavy and relatively unconscious,
And other times it is fluid and light.
The fluid, lighter stuff tends
To become attentive
To its movement
A bit more readily.

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And what will come of it?

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Though you may regurgitate
What someone wants to hear,
They cannot change your mind.

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You cannot stop stupid people from doing stupid things.

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Give yourself the peace
You so eloquently encourage
Others to seek.

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Do not be blinded by your memory.
It counts for little.

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The days and nights pass so quickly slow.
You can feel death wandering the horizon.

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Godness is oneness,
And oneness includes youness.

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War brings peace, and peace, war.

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When did the beginning begin?
When will the ending end?
When nothing begins, nothing ends.

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How can anyone or anything be more or less divine?

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What a clever little monkey you are.

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Time is growing short.

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Even Satan is born of the eternal one.

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Whatever it is, whatever it is not,
To be content with everything you witness
Is challenge enough for any mortal.

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So afraid to be sure.

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So many women divorce their husbands
Only to find themselves married to their sons.

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That breath,
Consciously inhaled,
Is the road to contentment.

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You are to suffer that you might find peace.

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How cruel ignorance can be even without intention.

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How quickly a smile can turn to a sneer.

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Enlightenment is bursting through
The shell of this dreamy illusion.
Liberation is staying there.

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So many only seeing differences.
So challenging to see only similarity.

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No way is better than another.
All ways meet the same end.

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It’s a milky way.

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Abyssing out.

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War as we have come to know it
Is the inevitable outcome
Of humanity’s primal urges for security.

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Turn to your real pile of gold.

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It’s time’s time.

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It is the ever-becoming nature of consciousness
Which causes so much suffering in time.

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Aren’t the genetic drives interesting?

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He came after all the heroes were gone.

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Enlightenment looks beyond heaven and hell
To that which no thought can discern.

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Is anybody home?

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More and more unlikely with every moment’s passing.

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It will take more than a little money to fix things.
A great deal of right intention will be required.

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Restrain your Self.

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Interesting the numbers
We choose to give our attention.

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People who need approval
Can never get enough.

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What will it be like one hundred,
One thousand, or ten thousand years hence?
Oh, for a time machine to watch it unfold.

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No man is an island,
Though many would wish it so.

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Too many problems for all
But the most simple solutions.

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Death will get your attention.

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How peaceful time once was, it was.

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Mellow may I?

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What Self do you feel sorry for?

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Having a lot of toys does not mean you have a life.

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The stillness is in the momentary gaps between thoughts.

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Drug from the bliss of nonexistence,
You grew into this.

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Sweet exteriors can belie the reality beneath.

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What was it like way back when,
Before you conceived what time was,
Before you became all those memories?

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Pretty full of your conclusions, aren’t you?

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What can you expect from a bankrupt soul?

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That’s what insurance is for.

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Let the revolution begin,
As long as it doesn’t hurt too much.

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Blue meanies come in all colors, shapes and sizes.

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Hide and watch or charge and die.

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Vanity finds its own level

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What some call beauty, others call monstrosity.

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Like all that counting is going to make a difference.

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Another disaster worth avoiding.

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All for the cause,
The great and vain cause
Which will somehow transform the world
Into something less pathetic.

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The show begins, the show ends.
Don’t applaud at the wrong times.

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Sheer boredom can be very motivating.

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Transfigured by their game,
They missed the big picture.

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Another enticing delusive illusion
To which you would gladly succumb.

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The guy who cares will be along in a few minutes.

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Ever notice how hard it is to avoid some people?

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Do you know me well enough to ask that?

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A quip for every occasion.

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In the midst of plenty, some succumb,
And others resist with all their might.
Moderation is not easy for many.

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Cut your teeth of somebody else.

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Amazing how quickly anyone or anything can be forgotten.

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How huge must be the mound of food
It has taken to sustain your mortal existence.
And the end result jus a pile of dung
And reservoir of pee.

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What’s really scary is that he/she really believes
That mangled, dried up shape is still attractive.

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Amazing how violent a few innocent ideas can become.

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Not a good idea to abuse the regulars.

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Even the most interesting lives
Must occasionally lapse at least temporarily
Into some un-pleasantry or another.

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No constitution
Can give or take away from you
The freedom within.

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If the sun has not already seen it, it will.

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Like you had all that much choice in the matter.

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Dare you tell her she has a booger
Dripping out her left nostril?

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Nothing new, nothing old.
All the same but the name.

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Thanks, but I can probably do it better by myself.

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Fortified again.
Time to wade into the thick of it.

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Just how blonde do you want to be?

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Home to Nintendo.

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You made your choices.
Now enjoy the bittersweet fruit.

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How many miles these feet have wandered.

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Do you really believe this?
Why wouldn’t you?

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One of the many making it their business
To help people set themselves free.

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How amazing how afraid people can be
Of a symbol, word, number.

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So many uncounted bones.

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Hell would be your favorite song played for eternity.

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What do you want but the image playing in your forehead?

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What great purpose summons you?

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It is the statistical blend.

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The reason some people shut up
Is because they know anything they say
Will likely sound rather stupid.

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Isn’t existence purpose enough?

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You are but one of the infinite eyes of godness
Witnessing the creation of which you are a part,
Whole only in the awareness of its indivisibility.

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The reality is that every flower wilts
If it isn’t cut down beforehand.

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What a curse good memory can be.

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You realized, of course,
That no one is more interested
In your freedom than you.

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What a strange thing any name.

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Go ahead, argue for what ails you.
Just don’t whine when the piper comes to collect.

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Do you really want to contribute to this?

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Another dead body sprawled on the front page.

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The attached heart is not a place to tarry.

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Great expectations diminish the returns.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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