25 August 2013

Chapter 103 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CIII

For those few moments of pleasure,
So much potential grief in the offing.

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Is truth of it really so difficult to see?

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Who knows but what it seems
To perception’s haphazard trail?

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Give the body plenty of air.

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Humanity’s incessant inhumanity
Is ever a source of numbing wonder.

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Indifference.

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Our desire for fame, fortune and power
Is the desire for a security, an immortality
Which cannot stand but through imagination.

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There is no way the human species
Will ever totally agree on anything.

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Rather fascinating how so many
Attempt to persuade and convince,
Even coerce others to see it their way.

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What better enslavement than voluntary?

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Little girls are not necessarily sugar and spice,
Nor are little boys always snails and puppy-dog tails.

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Harvest some peace in your soul.

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Fairness and accountability
Wander a two-way street.

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Will the herd ever learn?

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Dear God, please feel free
To rapture your Christians ASAP.
We are weary of their tedious ignorance.

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How tiring so many personalities become.

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Find that place where time has never trod.

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Selective memory is what it’s all about.

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The countless faces of personality
Are the contortions of time’s wind.

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It is you own observation
Which really settles the way.

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Anyone who cannot clearly see
What we have done with our irresponsible,
Pathetically ignorant chemical play
Is beyond mere denial.

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This witness you cannot
See, taste, touch, hear or smell,
That which cannot be sensed in any way,
It is that I am you truly are.

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Do not let society’s whims hold you hostage.

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How much easier to attend a breath you enjoy.

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Turn into the moment.

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You haven’t got the time.

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There appear to be many levels of introspection,
But really there is only one infinity to realize.

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Fate is a rather strange illusion.

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Take stock in your life occasionally.
See how insignificant the past becomes
As your travels spin into eternity.

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Take ownership of whatever you do.

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Who doubts?

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The universe ticks eternally on.

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It’s all about process.
Goals are vain notions.

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Too many problems in our own backyard
To blast off into the final frontier.

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Allow your own experience
To unleash your intuitive wisdom.

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A work of fiction.

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Reject the notion that upward mobility is everything.

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Humanity has won many a battle
With nature’s many creatures great and small,
Yet this crusade we wage is far from over.
The Great Mother has unseen tricks
For which there will be no cure
But our own mortal demise.

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Life rarely hosts a pretty ending.

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All the waves so different,
The same weaver crashes all.

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A quiet feast by most standards.

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Why would it be up to anyone else?

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Close your eyes with your hand in front of your face.
What is the relationship with that nebula so distant?

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Setting limits is okay.

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Peace is a statement of sums.

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Your are in the world, but are you of it?

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Who ever came up with the idea
That god was compassionate?

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If science says it can’t be measured, it doesn’t exist.
Exactly.

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Save the last bullet for yourself.

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You can only be responsible for so much.

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How often moral indignation
Is merely a blustery smokescreen
For even more outrageous acts.

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You know how long that’ll last.

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How often it seems you know more
What it is you don’t want.

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I really, really, really enjoyed your ad,
But I’m still not going to buy
Your bullshit product
(Even it I did have the money).

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All that really matters in life is that you are
For as long as the container allows.

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No claims are laid upon you.
These are only a plethora of words
Which you will use as all words are used,
By the limits of your imagination.

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Of the human species,
It can be asserted without much argument,
That most have rubber necks.

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It’s all guts and glory till you’re dead.

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Are you really any different?

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The breath is the way to both heaven and hell.

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Is evil what you don’t like,
Or what I don’t like?

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Don’t pay so much attention to your thoughts.

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Remember when you didn’t know so much?

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As soon as someone brings “God” into the picture,
Everyone’s tip-toeing around a new level of bullshit.

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Clothes may dress the man,
But they do not make him.

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Why is it so easy to laugh
At another’s misfortune?

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Commandments are not easy to follow,
Nor is wisdom easy to practice.
Obligation is a challenge
For any human being

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Hmmm....That wouldn’t be so bad.

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Don’t forget to remember how silly it all is.

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Just another measurement thing.

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Is there anything without irony?

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Tales of another artificial experience.

Just another human being
Lacking human potential.

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Wallow in bliss like a pig is slop.

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What you don’t know about,
You cannot miss.

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Toys define us.

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May as well happen sooner or later
Because later ain’t gonna be round forever.

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So shoot me.

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Time changes so as it wears us down.

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Justice is a nice idea.

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History’s full of rocks.

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Integration now.

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Be as unconcerned about this moment
As you will be its memory.

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Not for all and all for naught.

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The details of your life are evaporating.

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Just a drop of Soul.

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Tit for tat and tat for tit.

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Welcome to Michael’s world.

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The savage garden
Will never submit
To the will of man.

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Everybody’s playing god in a different way.

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Prayer is just a feeble excuse to babble to yourself.
Like, why do you need an excuse to pray, man?

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The trick is to remember to laugh at it all?

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Facades are the walls of illusion.

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Hell for some is nothing.
For others it is everything.

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Tears for all our memories.

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It’s all so much more simple
Than most would like to believe.

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Hope is just another four-letter word.

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Big problems usually start small

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How ridiculous popularity polls.
Who cares what anyone thinks
Of the decisions you choose?

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Thought crawls around the mind
Like a monkey in a cage.

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Be grateful for people who teach you not to wait.

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Once a decision is made,
The pain of indecision seeps away.

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Pass along what crumbs you will.

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When you see, you detach.

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Method is as method does.

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What do we leave the children yet to come?

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What is this thought that suffers so?

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Release into the unknown

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Harmless is as harmless does.

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Our invention is just that.

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You are attached to the nervous system.

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Is reality much different
Than a television show
Without a laugh track?

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Let’s face it.
This isn’t what most people want to hear.

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Bother me, boy, and either I walk away,
Beat the tar out of ya, or dust ya proper.

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Mind is methodical.
Reality is chaotic.
Both the same.

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Maya is a holograph
Printed of a sensory mind.
Gaze into the picture
And you will see.

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Down to the core of DNA, we are pattern.

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Where were you?
Where are you?

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Mass hysteria is for the masses.

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We are all elite in our own way.

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Who is not self-conscious in a crowd?


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