CLIII
What is beauty’s
purpose, if not temptation.
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A promise which may not
be kept.
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Why do you blame others
so much?
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A woman’s beauty
provides something
Her mind often fails to
deliver.
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Loyal to all and none.
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What makes you think
anyone wants to be free?
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Surrender your mind to
heaven.
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If you think it will
hurt, it probably will.
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It’s all the essential
you.
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You never feel old
inside.
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Funny how we like to
present
A certain face to our
space.
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Not paying attention
again, I see.
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A wordsmith for all
time.
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You would limit my love
for your greedy purpose.
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What makes you think I
care?
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Can’t find it where
it’s not.
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How often what is called
justice is merely revenge.
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Do you seek truth or
just another lie?
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The conquest of this
vain universe is nothing
Compared to the
comprehension of one’s soul.
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Contrast makes the
world go round.
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But what does it mean?
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Give it any name under
the sun,
It is still the same.
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We are without bounds,
but only see it different.
We are without bounds,
but only feel it different.
We are without bounds,
but only hear it different.
We are without bounds,
but only taste it different.
We are without bounds,
but only smell it different.
We are without bounds,
but only think it different.
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Life is just a
temporary set of options.
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Brilliant in your own
fashion.
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Another book never
written.
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Always more than you
need to know.
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The discipline of
spontaneity.
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Funny how the things
You learn in on now
Contribute to another.
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History is so quickly
forgotten.
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A breath away from
oblivion.
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If a man’s brain
weren’t in his dick,
Do you think he’d put
up with such behavior?
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What is time?
No more than you
imagine it to be.
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The advent of another
dreary line of bullshit.
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The world is endless
source of ironical material
For all the jokester
curmudgeons a-wandering.
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There’s nothing to do.
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Ground zero.
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Once again vanity
carries the day.
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Stolen fair and square.
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There are no followers
where you come from.
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Each breath an ocean
wave.
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Politically correct is
what gets you laid.
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Now you know what I
have to live with.
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Madness unplugged.
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You tryst with god.
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You, too, will whither
and die.
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God created humanity
Because he didn’t want
To keep track of the
details.
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The value of anything
is a function
Of its perceived
utility and/or aesthetic.
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The web is open for
business.
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Life ain’t always what
it’s cracked up to be.
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Surrender to the river.
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You do not need to
explain yourself.
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The whole thing a
concoction of sound.
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Your business is none
of my business.
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To understand anything
You must give yourself
over to it.
You must become it.
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Compassion arrives
naturally
From understanding
another.
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Can I win and you not
lose?
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We’ve seen so much and
still the search
For something never
done before.
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Hope is not a very
realistic option.
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Sorry, young lady,
But there’s a little
more proportion required
Before I submit to your
feminine charms.
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That !#@#!Psysiphean
list.
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Have always wanted to
do that
For at least the last
two seconds.
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Take stock of your
political positioning in the group dynamic.
Never use all your
chips unless absolutely necessary.
Never burn a bridge if
it can remain standing.
Create no unnecessary
opponents.
Do not place yourself
higher than anyone else.
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Evil is just live
spelled backwards.
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You expect me to buy
into your mirage?
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You cannot know or do
What you haven’t taken
the time to learn.
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We are all it together.
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Just another
neurological set.
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Does cyberspace even
have a dimension?
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It has the meaning and
purpose
Your state of mind
gives it.
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Be gentle with
yourself.
Stop looking for pain.
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To be courageous,
You must choose
courage.
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So many analogies taken
far, far too literally.
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You may criticize it,
ridicule it, deride it,
But you must inevitably
succumb to it.
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Every creature has
admirable and unadmirable traits.
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How many things that
were once so pleasurable
Become more bother than
they’re worth.
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Darwin’s theory about
the strong surviving
Explains why so many
people are stupid.
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Any god who would
accept some
So-called Christians in
heaven
Is no god worth praying
to.
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Some things bear
repeating,
So many really don’t.
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The ground is the only
way to go.
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So much struggle for so
little return.
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If Jesus were to
return,
And only god knows why
he would,
His followers would see
him, hear him, touch him,
And then they would
kill and eat him again.
He’s not of much use to
them alive.
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It would be nice to
blame it on one demonic entity,
But in reality, hell is
simply a synergy of consciousness.
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It could be so much
more for everyone
If self-interest and
seemingly endless craving
Weren’t such
predictably inherent traits.
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But that would be very
boring,
And boring is not very
cool
Unless you’re content.
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Begging is sure getting
popular.
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What is hidden has
mystery,
And mystery entices
imagination
Into the incessant
weavings of fantasy.
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In a school of moving
fish,
The individual is not
easily seen.
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What point, stillness?
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Applause stokes
vanity’s intent.
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Wanting so much until
you have it.
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Successful propaganda
Works best on the
gullible
Who never question
deeply
The primary assumption.
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Organized religion
convinces the pawns
They will some day
achieve meaning and purpose,
And perhaps be loved,
even saved,
By their imaginary
friend.
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Only the mind loses its
innocence.
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How shallow the
differences.
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Amazing the draw of
flesh
And the masks it weaves.
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Justifiable homicide.
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Is that your soul
written on your face?
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So many trying so hard
to be somebody.
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So where did all that
youthful enthusiasm go?
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Romance cannot discern
the violence coming.
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Each generation moves
further and further from the law of nature.
So far, in fact, that
one day it will backhand them
In ways we can only now
guess.
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Looking for your lost
tribe?
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What point in being
bitter?
Find the ironic humor
in it all.
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The mind is the playing
field of time.
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What does that pile of
gold really say about you?
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Begin anew each day,
each moment possible.
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Sure it’s all been said
and done before,
But not by you.
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Another footnote in
history’s imaginary reality.
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Easter Island says it
all.
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We all have our
routines.
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Questions of a thousand
dreams.
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And what does that
mean, anyway?
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So rude, so rude.
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Right now, I don’t want
to, thanks.
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Are you still babbling?
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Amid the denizens of
Planet Earth,
Your disguise is
perfect, Mein Herr.
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Insanity is the order
of the day.
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Interesting how history
is twisted to so many ends.
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Try relaxing for a
change.
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Hot, hot, hot or cold,
cold, cold.
So many ceaselessly
whining about both,
Always wishing for the
other until it inevitably arrives.
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Stop looking
For what no other can
offer.
Be Self-contained.
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Grandfather, father,
son, grandson,
Grandmother, mother,
daughter, granddaughter,
And all those who came
before, and all who will come henceforth,
What different worlds
each generation blossoms into.
Any garden abides the ground it is given.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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