25 August 2013

Chapter 109 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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Can there ever be an end
To the panorama of disguises
Worn by this mystery some call god?

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Nothing more wrenching than a pattern
That has fallen into the abyss of madness.
How overwhelming maya is for so many.

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In the grand scheme of things, nothing matters.
But in the day to day, what doesn’t to someone?

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Cute is often from a distance.

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A healthy dose of cynicism is part of the course.

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Life survives to the degree it strives.

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Oh, tragic air.

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True winners know how to lose.

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Smooth, healthy skin is so deceiving.

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Oh, irresolute mind.
A monkey would be right at home.

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We may all be one,
But an asshole’s an asshole
No matter the form.

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By your own mind you must die.

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Friends don’t sell to friends.

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How many drops does it take
To wear down the greatest mountain?
Or grains of dust to build it anew?

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Phenomenal.

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How ancient is new?
How new is ancient?

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The eye of the beholder
Creates all value.

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One thing leads to another,
And another to one thing.

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What a bunch of yappers.

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So quickly one moment, one minute,
One hour, one day, one week, one month,
One year, one decade, one life turns into the next.

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That you need to do it all
Illustrates a lack of imagination.

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Physics is physics, not matter the widget.

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What exactly is it you believe
You can really claim credit for?

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Why get worked up over things you cannot change?

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It’s never too late for anyone
To take responsibility for themselves.

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You give them power,
And expect them not to use it?

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Quit it now, or you will probably embarrass yourself.
But then again, a little embarrassment
Can be a great teacher.

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All that glory sheltered
By the whimsical nature
Of flesh and bones.

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It’s your fate to play out
The destiny you’re choosing,
As if you have any say in the matter.

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You have to really want to get laid
To keep up with a woman’s passion.

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Laugh at yourself as often as you can remember to.

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Fate is a many-colored rainbow.

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This moment of heaven and/or hell is brought to you by …

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Food and drink swirl madly in the dust storm of your chewing.

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Don’t you wish they weren’t so predictable so much of the time?

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No word shall go unturned.

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Change the world?
Pray tell, into what?
Your own image?
Isn’t it already?

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Woe unto those who enter the spider’s web.

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One man’s heaven is another’s hell.
One man’s suffering another’s pleasure.
One man’s virtue another’s vice.
It’s all what you’re used to,
What you accept
And expect
It to be.

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One wonders what they think they’re on top of.

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First you’re given knowledge,
Then a bit more on top of a bit more,
In an endless drive to somehow become more.
To what end?

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Why not be bold?

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Sometimes you love it so much
You can’t stand it abysmal insanities.

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Take things in stride.

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Some enjoy watching others suffer.
Perhaps more than most might guess.

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If all you seek is approval from the herd,
Then you may well end up feeling short-changed.
Better to create your own way whatever the many voices say.

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Becoming a famous talk show host
Is a probably sign of something.

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No psyche shall go unturned.
No perversion shall go unexplored.

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After awhile your tolerance level
Becomes more of a crap-o-meter.

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Freedom is a state of mind bare of any identification.

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What burdens we accept,
What a universe each of us
Lug about in our heads.

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What do you want from anyone else?
Can any other truly bring real contentment?

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One wonders if spiders, scorpions and other predators
Could ever be as delusional about their given nature.

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Live within the balance or perish.

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Look where your grandfathers have gone.

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Look in the mirror and see a face of godness,
A mask of divine will, a paradox of time
Playing out the delusions of form.

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What was ancient Eden like before wires and pits,
Before tainted water and land laced with countless poisons?
Before the ruthlessness of humankind tinged every creature’s marrow?

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Some things just aren’t worth the consequences.

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The future plays the price of the unfolding now.

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Feel the beat of the one.

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Trash blows from every end to every end.
Oneness makes no exceptions.

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No point in judging this thing some call a plan.
It’s the best god could do with the clay available.

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No point in telling anybody anything
They’re not ready or wanting to hear.

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It’s all what you’re used to.

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As long as the human drama
Comes from the mind rather than the heart,
The outcomes will continue the same
Old tired set of permutations.

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If you can’t win the game you’re in,
Start up a new one with your own rules.

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God’s just another fairy tale,
A Santa Claus for wishful thinkers.

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History can’t always be on the up and up.
It’s a statistical wavelength thing.

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Time may well be exclusively a human invention.

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The universe is as big as I am.

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Just a bunch of memories,
And then you lose them, too.

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The trick is not to be fooled by the attributes.

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You can forget about that pretty easily.

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What makes one act
More spiritual than another?

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Your life will be complete
When you decide it is.

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Which now were you referring to?

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What burden do you not choose to carry?

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So many insisting on one infantile flag or another.

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Only through fear can you really
Force anyone to do or not do something
Against the choices they see given.

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Will your death match your pride?

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Experience teaches you to see problems
Before they even appear on the horizon.

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Laughable our assumption
That we are so crucial
In every theater.

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Amazing how the literal-minded
Misconstrue so much so often.

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Is right action based in the right brain?

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Eternity is as long as it is short.

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Figure it out, dude.

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The salesman banker knows no enemies.

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One drop makes no difference,
But ten thousand storms
Create a world.

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An asshole is an asshole
No matter the size or shape.

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What future is being created for the unborn?

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Some people are just never satisfied.

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The plot will take you wherever
The director wants to go?

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Must everything be rated for our protection?
What ever happened to personal responsibility?
What ever happened to common sense?
Did such things ever really exist?

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Who can ever really begin to know
What any tomorrow will bring?

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Merrily the river runs home.

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The contagion spreads.

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Surely, no one’s done or said that before.

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Nature has no memory,
Nor bears any responsibility.

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It’s okay to feel real joy.

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You cannot take anything home.
Even imagination must discontinue.
Total negation is the simple way
Of eternal life’s eternal death.

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Let us be perfectly clear.

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No brag, just fact.

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How now, brown cow?

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Insight, outsight, what sight isn’t blind?

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How much of every human being’s day
Is spent in one sexual fantasy or another?
‘Twas probably the source of imagination.

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You have much better odds playing the lottery
Than humanity does radically changing.

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Your idealism is spent.

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Isn’t it curious that you have never
Peered into your own eyes?

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In what way do you deceive yourself this day?

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You must be very secure about dying
To transverse the ultimate journey.

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Pretty hard to be detached
When the body isn’t healthy.

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How incredible the intricate webs
Imagination weaves into believing.

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How tiring your hate.

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If you must follow,
Follow leaders, not politicians.

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What is death?
One moment you’re here,
The next you’re not … Gone … Poof!
What’s the big deal?


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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