25 August 2013

Chapter 102 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CII

Those who rise to the top of one heap or another
Usually kissed at least one ass very earnestly.

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All self-imagery is delusional.

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Are you sure you haven’t lived this moment before?
Are you sure you are living it now?

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Find peace in the sovereignty of aloneness.

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That little spot of warmth
Whittles a small, brief niche
Between cold sheets.

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Yes, I may well be
Wrong about all this,
But then, so might you.
In fact, we may all be.
The joke’s on all of us.

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Can an infinite riddle ever be solved?

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Seeing is enough.

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Ain’t New Agey enough for ya, eh?

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How easy to resent the body-mind
For its limitation, frailty and submission
To sickness, injury, aging, dying
And other whims of time.

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It will find its own audience.

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The mind-body is forged in time,
Its many notions blending to its relativity.

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Pleasure can cut very deep.

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Humanity’s time
Began with brawn.
Will it end with brain?

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Whatever happens
After this body falls away
Ain’t gonna mean diddly-squat
To this temporal witness.
It’s been an amusing reverie,
But not worth much more bother.

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The way to disentangle a knot
Is to discern its infinite reality.

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Honesty may not always be the best policy.

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Mirages fade into reality.

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Every trade has its tricks.

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All the things you want
That you do not even begin to need.

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You want meaning and purpose,
Yet cannot discern it through any thought.

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The law of nature shall prevail.

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Best laid plans are fluid, open to changing circumstance.

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The real mystery, the real question,
Is why you keep doing all this to yourself.

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One asshole or another
Usually ends up thinking
S/he runs the show.

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So many worlds you’ll never see.

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This is what happens when we open up to the bullshit.

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People get really confronted by blood issues.

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I really don’t give a gnat’s ass about what humanity does with this.
These thoughts are just a bunch of observations, field notes
For my own inane, therapeutic, irascible amusement.
A body of arrogance written till this body
Exhales its last tired breath.

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It’s always been about might makes right.
Energy systems vying for temporary position,
Any given plot as vainly meaningless as any other.

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These thoughts are for people who do riddles.

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Dear God, are you having a great time?
Fuck you.

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Sure, we’ll all be happy
To haul up another stone
For your pyramid to vanity.

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There’s a little more.

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Anybody you open up to, any door you open,
Creates an exchange, an evolution of consciousness.
Drops falling, rippling out in an imaginary pond.

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The common nature of our essential skeleton.

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Followers can be great puppeteers.

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What matters, really?

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The wider net catches more fish.

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Ignorance plods toward its inevitable ends
Through its endlessly predictable means.

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On the calendar, any event seems so far away,
Yet each moment it acquires heightened anticipation
Until finally its wave crests, as all time does, into memory.

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You’re the product of an education.

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What makes human beings believe
They are any better or different
Than any other cancer,
Bacteria, virus or killer bee?

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What an incredibly warped emphasis
Sexuality has attained in the human psyche.

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Security is as probable as accurately predicting
Exactly what will happen the next moment.

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Succumb to one delusion or another,
It is all the same.

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So many believe their privileged existence is a right.

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Isn’t it interesting how we seem to need
So-called experts to corroborate the obvious?

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Symbolic after the fact.

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So many things to do for things.

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The tomorrows of today
Will ever be the today of tomorrow.
Time is the play of mind.

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So ignorant of our ignorance.

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Angst is what happens
When you hold on too tightly
To any thought.

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What will the survivors of today
Think tomorrow?

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One wonders if scientists and mathematicians
Truly understand what the word infinity means.

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One day love just ambled into being.

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You are the scene, and the scene is you.

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Just another big-little headline.
A few letters upon the sands of time’s
Wave-beaten, ever-present shore.

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Remain still, uncommitted to any name.

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Kill or be killed.
What difference but a few more breaths,
A few more transient, random thoughts.

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Too shy to do more,
Too bold to do less.

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Is it what you have or don’t have
Which weights your day’s passing?

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Duress awakens the survivor
And dampens the wonder.

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Do you cut your losses quickly,
Or wait until the anchored rope
Quietly fastens around an ankle
And drags you into infinite depths?
Uncoiled rope finds mischievous ends.

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Mythology is the play of a busy mind.

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Money comes and goes
No different than anything else
But though the mind’s transmutation.

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Value is relative to circumstance.

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Is there any greater waste of time
Than reasoning with a fool?

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Adopt a larger vision.

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The sum is often greater than its parts.

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So much invested in nerve impulses.

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Please don’t make this into another form of idolatry.

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Fragmentation only fragments further and further.
Adopting a holistic view require great indifference.

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Why this incredible desire to be entertained.

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You are a piece of infinity.

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Stop trying to solve it.
It is insoluble.
Be still.

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What a world we leave our descendants.

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You think you know so much already.

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Separate the legend from anyone
And they’re probably not all that different.
Pedestals are such illusory creations.

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Some feel such a need to pretend
They are more important than others.

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Fascinating how so many utterly savage conquerors
Get such good reviews when histories are written
By those who their passing favorably inclines.

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Maybe there is a god,
And maybe there never was.
Either way each must still endure
To whatever potential capable.

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Inheriting a look can be something of a curse.

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Imagine where even just one different turn
Might have directed the river of your life.

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Ahh, the art of puttering.

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Priorities change like an unfaithful wind.

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What a gift the release from time.

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The more they try to rationalize it,
The more deluded any religion sounds.

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Respectability is overrated.

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And what does a pat on the head
From god matter, anyway?

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God is free, but the copies will cost you?

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Don’t let any demon ruin your day.

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Give yourself at least a few moments
To occasionally be relatively carefree.

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Science holds back the walls of reality.

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History is just a few neurons from evaporation.

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It will find you when you seek it.

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Clear your mind of mortal spawn.

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Torn, you pull every way.
Can you have the cake and eat it, too?

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It’s as simple as breathing.

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How inept all explanation.

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Any motive to measure is suspect.

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Those who want so much often get it
Because so few stand in their way.

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Holyfuckingshit, Batman.

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To expect gratitude is to be disappointed.

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Life is learning to use the body-mind,
And then having to eventually let it all go.

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The penis leads many down the path of regret.

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Nothing like plucking victory from certain loss.

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Material insecurity.

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Another useless measurement.

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Some are born thinking they are leaders,
And then there are those who should be.

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Most, if not all, think and believe
What makes them feel most comfortable.
Truth has little to do with anything.

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Leftovers can be pretty chilly.

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Wealth is a process of detachment.

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How delusional any self-importance.

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Perhaps you hoped, or even expected,
That It would, could be any different?

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Another gruesome lesson.

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The still mind, the aware mind is a seamless eternal portal.


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