25 August 2013

Chapter 101 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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The answer to the riddle
Comes to those who inquire beyond
The mandatory thoughts of conventional thinking.

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Being a scientist, for many,
Seems to bypass the need
For a larger responsibility.

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Inexplicable as it may be,
I suppose if god wants to be a poodle,
I just have to accept it as truth.
Divine will is a mystery.

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Challenging to fly into the sun
And return unburned, unblinded,
Still able to fly unfettered.

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Has it been made quite clear
That you are a window to eternity?

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Silence is its own reward.

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Stupid does as stupid is.

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Is there any thought which is not laden
With the judgment of measurement?

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It’s really nothing, thanks.

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Foolish errands are your favorite.

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When you give your attention
To anything completely,
All sense of identity is dissolves.

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Can you truly love another
If you do not love your Self?

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Is there any earthbound goal
Which does not seem superficial
And rather unnecessary?

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You are your own reward....
Hey, wait a minute.
What do you mean by that?

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Always wonder what it is
You’re growing into.

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Self-absorbed silence.

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The immeasurable becomes apparent
When the active mind surrenders
Its ceaseless measuring.

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If you only knew how ridiculous
Your self-absorbed game appears,
You wouldn’t embarrass yourself.

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Pure mind is oblivion.

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Be sure to examine the definitions.
Meanings are often very specific,
And you may miss the message
If you bound to conclusions.

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Wisdom is to life what a quarterback is
To reading the lie upon the field ahead.

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How can you see anything truly
If you cannot see it as a child?

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What effort to maintain an illusion.

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Space adds to aesthetics.

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Don’t hang around words such as these
Unless you wish to be fearless.

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Surely, god doesn’t bargain with fools.

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Kowtow to no one.

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Stretching is exploring
The bounds of the container.
Feel the stretch fully.
Yoga is unity.

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Was it real?
Or was it a dream?

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If you give me money, please
Don’t expect me to fawn in return.

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Meaning is gleaned
In momentary increments
Of comprehension.

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Take time to savor your existence
In whatever way you will.

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Worship the god in your Self.

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All that is seen and unseen
In the universe of your consciousness
Is entirely your own reflection.

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You can never be completely sure
Who will earn your respect or your derision.
Exteriors can be very deceiving.

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A scientist’s greatest delusion
Is that any measurement is real.

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The delusion that these thoughts
Will significantly change anything is not mine.
All these contemplations are merely a scrutiny of a dream,
Innumerable permutations of limitation and potential
As seen through one mind’s subjective vision.

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An evolving work.
A hobby, nothing more.

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It is the randomness of pattern
Which makes flypaper work.

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Extrapolate.

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Sometimes, This life only seems
As if its happening for your amusement.
A big touchy-feely cosmic carnival.

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Free will dictates
A very small segment
Of your life’s many actions.

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The human drama is about things
Which can be measured.

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What a boor.

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Can any short-sighted community
Really more than hope to survive?

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Values change.
Truth does not.

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There you are,
Minding your own gig,
And, whoosh, another aphorism
Appears for transcription.
Fate is a mystery.

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A self-taught master of the concise.

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What use, envy?

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Where once there was a river, there is a bridge.
Where once there was a tree, there is a parking lot.
Where once there was a creature, there is a building.
Where once there was the wind, there is a fence.
Where once there were stars, there is a lamp.
Where once there was an ocean, there is a desert.
Where once there was congruence, there is contention.
What the vain will of human mind hath wrought upon paradise.

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What flowers will come
From the brew we have concocted?

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On the same set, paradigms clash.

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Oh, tortured soul,
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
The light is out here.

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A mind laid bare.
Is any other mind
Really so different?

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There are no conclusions, only process.

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A woman’s body is like a toy to men.
But it is her soul which makes
Her truest statement.

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Do your homework.

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Sometimes you just have to stop
And take stock in what’s really going on.

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Here I am spouting grand philosophy,
And you’re bothering about dirty laundry!?

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Why don’t we all just relax and pick our noses?

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Why’d y’all have to go and fuck it up?

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There are plenty of reasons
Not to like anybody or anything.

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If something upsets you,
Check out the upset.

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It isn’t a matter of believing your perfection.
It is being it.

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Sometimes just seeing the potential is enough.

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Any other way is no way at all.

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Excess creates its own limitations.

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Never assume you will see anyone or anything again.

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That some aspire to it,
It shall perhaps be so.

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Living on the edge, just like everyone else.

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How often do the rich want it all
To just go away?

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Surrender to divine will.

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Make the most simple your leaders.
They will not vex or meddle or impede,
And you will learn to govern yourselves.

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Return to the hub to drink fully from its clear depths,
And solutions to problems will find their way home.

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Are you who you think you are,
Or just who you are?

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Just too delicious to swallow.

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The powerful have always suppressed the weak.
It is a fundamental nature of this garden
That the strong shall survive.

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Humanity is the conspiracy.

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You are the living godness.

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Slip into the clarity prior to all form.

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If you’re getting spotted or caught,
Then you probably aren’t being very smart
About whatever it is your doing.
Others are detecting your modus operandi
More quickly than you delude yourself into believing.

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Cull out the rot.

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It is a concoction founded upon
Stern laws and magical effervescence.

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The end is as near as the beginning.

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We were having too much fun.

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We do not stop for time, nor time for us.
We being one in the same.

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In this aloneness we all dance.

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What’s good is evil.
What’s evil is good.

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How often enough is not.

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It need not make sense.

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All equals one, one equals all.

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Play to your own drum,
Without concern if any other follows suit.

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At the core of all these atoms,
Where there has never been its name,
Everything is very much the same indivisibility.
Nothing is as nothing does.

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You are born into the family.

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What is any god but a blank slate
Upon which all vanity is written.

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Dial-An-Aphorism
1 (800) AFORISM.

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Pay attention to oncoming vehicles.
Crosswalks are not castle walls.

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Goliaths generally fall harder
Because they have more to lose.

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All vested interests crumble in time.

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God got so bored talking to herself
That he created countless masks
To pretend s/he really wasn’t.

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Some women like to blame men for objectifying them,
But look how many are playing the game so avidly.

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Time will tell.

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Life is a theater where everyone dies.

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That so many inhabit cyberspace
Is an intriguing, ill-fated phenomenon.
We are so into ourselves and our creations.
How oblivious so many have become to nature.

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Everything changes far too quickly
To ever pretend anything permanent.

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Rocks sink.

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Memories are all you can hold onto,
And even then only for as long
As gravity lets you roam.

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For so little so many sell their souls.

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You mean she dresses like that,
And really believes its love
That inspires flowers?


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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