25 August 2013

Chapter 108 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CVIII

You are but one of a near infinity of universes,
One facet of a crest-jewel diamond
Too huge to fathom.

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Prepare as you may for any given circumstance
There are many moments, many days,
When only spontaneity will do.

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Rooting for the comet, but also open to erasers and C4.

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Become buoyant again.

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The farthest we’ll ever get into space will be the movies.

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Truth is truth,
Relative in appearance only.

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“But you’re supposed to do it my way,”
Whined the child.

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You are left with a teaching
Which requires only students.

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Sand is sand no matter the beach.

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So much want leads to nothing.

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Follow those who have no desire to lead.
Lead those who have no desire to follow.

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Explore how little you know.

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To become one with the primal source
Is the harvest of this mortal existence.

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You cannot kill anyone or anything.

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Humility is by far the most arduous, effortless journey.

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Poor little body, poor little mind.
What a challenge, this mortal play.

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People who use drugs do so
Because they change  the suffering
Into a preferable, more tolerable state.
Some use it to consciously explore
The relativity of all plays of mind.

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Life is full of risks, and no one gets out
Without paying one dear price or another.

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The challenge in any given endeavor
Is discerning when moderation
Transforms into excess.

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Never corner a tiger
Unless you are prepared
To match claw and fang.

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These thoughts only come
Because you listen very closely
To the still depth of your beingness.
They will come to any prepared to listen.

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What reckoning can there be to so much insanity?

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Shackles only create adversity.

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Tune in.

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So many enduring so much pain of their own imagining.

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You can only help another
If they are willing and capable
Of helping themselves.

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Need and want are too very different motivations.

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What a burden vanity.

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True philosophy has no structure
And is as primal as before dust’s beginning.

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Suffering is an option, not a requirement.

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Plumb the depths and there are none but one.

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Death becomes us all.

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Oblivion is such a peaceful state of being.

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Aren’t we all rather lost
In the maze of space and time,
Trying so hard to be sure?

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There is nothing absolute be absoluteness.

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Insignificant as it and anything else ultimately is,
What a major fuck-up humanity has become.

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Songs are sung of many notes.

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Tack beyond the restrictions of the human pale,
Beyond the mythologies of all creation.

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What an enticement the intellect.
We are drawn to the whimsy of thought
As a moth is the moon’s albedo.

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Let us at least try to agree
That what you think is your business,
And what I think, is mine.

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Pause for as many moments as possible.
In that moment you are awakened to eternity.

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Is it need or want which drives you so?

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Dare to say no.

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How ridiculous to think humanity’s ballooning population
And overwhelming dependence on technology can be sustained.
Even more deaf, dumb and blind are those who still delude themselves
That our conduct is not having a huge impact on the natural world.
See it or not, everything is connected and every action ripples.
Pandora’s Box was opened long ago, and like it or not
We will all be paying a price for our arrogance.
The “great adjustment” is inevitable.

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Amid so much plenty, another impoverished soul.

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Live to whatever degree your fate allows.

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What a state on wonder not to know anything.

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See through the facade as you may,
The facade lacks the memory to be concerned.

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Question bad decisions
Before the become bad outcomes.

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The one hand clapping doesn’t make a sound.

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Do it
Before you prompt others to follow you.

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Enjoy you Self.

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So many things just don’t have
The same fizzle they once did.

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What an illusion to think your life
Makes more than an imagined difference.

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One breath serves the same purpose as any other.

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So arduous to be a child in this world.

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Just because somebody makes the effort
To write their perception of something
Doesn’t necessarily make it true.

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Nothing comes from a vacuum.

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Would there be passion without conviction.

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The advantage of so-called education
Is that you may actually learn to learn.

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Great expectations so often
Create great disappointment.
Question the expectation.

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Draw a blank.

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No one but you will ever know.

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So artificial everything humanity has created.

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World weariness raises its tired eyes
And finds nothing has changed, again.
Could the world be anything but what it is?

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How much more simple can it be?

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The words blur together.

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Put food out and perhaps the guests will come.

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What pleasure is without some form of pain?

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Movement is inevitable.

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The reason sages teach is probably
Because they have nothing left to do.

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Ever wonder how many people pick their noses
When they think no one is watching?

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Be gentle with yourself.
Most tortures are self-inflicted.

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All this work, and so few pennies for it.
And yet is there anything as freely given?
Nor anything as unlikely to cease flowing?
So many journeys, so many occupations,
But what did you ever really yearn to do
But drive a forklift twelve hours a day?
When was it  some friend suggested,
“Why don’t you write some poetry?”
And these thoughts the honed result
Of those twenty-five years-plus hence.

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What a fucking mystery existence is.

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How obtuse to blame a devil
For any given misfortune.

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Status is overrated.

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Just another fairy tale.

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My gift to the drama.

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To be clear about what you want,
Blessing or curse?

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Why is it some seem to study the sidewalk
So intently when they walk about?

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Confusion is merely a lack of insight into the order.

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‘Nuff said, but still you chatter on.

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From ignorance springs knowledge,
It being the same.

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All times have their moment.

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What difference, really, between selling cars and god?

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Time is the great eraser of history.

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Are you really any closer to death
At the end of this sentence
Than you were at its beginning?

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Why bemoan stupidity suffering its due fate?

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Where will you be when the questions stop?

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Ahh, the pulsations of the play,
The drama to which illusion applauds.

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Allow thoughts of this world,
Or any other to dissipate,
And what do you have?

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It is a vision that rocks mere mortals.

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The best of the worst.

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No, no, no …
Where have all the yeses gone?

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I might with you.

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It was somebody else’s dream.

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Perhaps I have made you
Terribly frustrated with me.
Oh well.

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What’s the point of a parade
If you can’t throw candy?

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You just want to listen to your own chatter.

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Having more power, fame or fortune
Does not necessarily make you
A superior human being.

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He can’t help it, he’s a man.
She can’t help it, she’s a woman.
Patterns rule.

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The smell of old.

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How many species of human beings there are.
So different, so alike.

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I am not responsible for your vanity.

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An undated, unordered, uncategorized
Journal of reflections.

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Nothing better to do with their lives, I suppose.

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One path to glory is as good as any other.

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Wishing it could be different
Is about as futile as it gets.

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A universe away the pain ceases.

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This moment of peace
Brought to you by inner harmony.

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How far measurement has come.
How much more can we stand?

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You really can’t do much about that which is given.

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The words just keep coming.
An inexplicable state of mind, indeed.

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Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, it’s all bullshit,
Except when it’s cow manure.

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There is only this point of illusion
To which the mind ascribes
So much mischief and mayhem.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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