24 August 2013

Chapter 128 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXXVIII

Any population that cannot sustain itself
Must depend on the excesses of its neighbors.

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You must be kidding.

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Beauty and brawn offer only so much solace.

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In any revolution there can be many casualties.

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So innocuous for some, so harsh for others.
Who can fathom any why of it?

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If you think too much about what’s going to happen,
You may well miss what’s happening.

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Some are active, others passive.
Each follows an unwritten, unchosen nature
An intrinsic, unavoidable, undeniable, self generated fate.

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How can anyone really explain twins separated at birth being
Reunited wearing the same baseball cap and belt buckle?

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Some mysteries will never be solved.

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What a drag to transcribe and edit all this,
And still the thoughts keep pouring into the notebooks.
What a well this vain stream of consciousness.

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Okay dude, move over, your fifteen minutes are up.
It’s someone else’s turn.

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Can consciousness
Exist without some container,
No matter how ethereal?
Needs research.

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The thief is a rambler-and-gambler-
And-a-sweet-talking-ladies-man.

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Just a new version of a very old play.

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Because they want it as their history,
It is so, unlikely as it may be in your own.

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Want to catch a horse thief?
Leave a pot of honey untied.

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Perhaps you’ll figure it out
When you’ve pushed the balance
To the edge of your survival.

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If you can’t appreciate your life,
Then perhaps you’ll be
Closing the book very soon now.

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It is the pride of separation needs surrendering.

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A fate worse than death is one that doesn’t die.

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Sometimes its good to walk alongside your pony.

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Do not always run through life.
Saunter at least occasionally.

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Getting to be like an old cat,
Feisty and a bit stinky.

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How numbing civilized life can be.

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What effort passion takes.

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Go, Buddha, go.

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Why is it so many people
Seem to never outgrow
Their preadolescent
Behavior patterns?

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If a natural setting is your neighborhood,
You pay the same attention to trees and rivers
As you do streets and storefronts in a civilized one.

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An iffy prospect from the word go.

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Populations unable to sustain themselves
Will often be tempted to take advantage
Of the excesses of their neighbors.

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Peace comes through an inner acceptance.

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What subtle little tortures life can offer.

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What is the difference between
A concept inspired by nature
And one for civilization?
Both are man-made.

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Industrializing nature is a short-term proposition.

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Is it your imagination that has created all this?

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What a strange thing time is.
Sometimes it seems to take forever
Journeying from one place to another.
Other times not even a snapshot is recorded.
What a mystery the ebb and flow of consciousness.

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Without the mechanical trappings of human creation
Time would be, as it has always really been,
A vast eternity of sun, moon and stars.
Under which life dances in an
Ephemeral veil of light.

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Some play monopoly, some hearts.

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Tis more than likely history will not look kindly
Upon the twentieth century, plus and minus.

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Is there really evil,
Or just imagination we call evil?

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Every part has its vision.
This one includes you.

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Looking for an audience of like-minded.

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Why bother with the angst of passion,
The unfulfillability of ceaseless craving?
What solace can there truly be in anything
But an unburdened mind free of longing?

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Coming down from the eternal mountain to the mortal plain,
The sage find it arduous to recall what he discovered up there.

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Why explain the mystery to a fool?
How can s/he hear anything real?

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You are the hole at the wheel’s center.

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Self-absorption is like any friction.
The more it manifests, the more energy
Required to overcome it resistance.

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Little men are little men,
No matter how big they get.

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A drop is not an ocean, but it is a part.

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Our technology molds us.

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I’m putting my money on a virus.

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What were we before we transformed into monkeys?
Isn’t it rather coincidental that so many creatures
Have four legs, two eyes, two ears, one mouth,
One nose, one tush, one mind, and one heart?
We even seem to have similar sexual orientations.
Distant cousins all, whatever our minds may construe.

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You are the rock upon which your church is founded.

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What’s the difference?

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Learn how things work.
Learn how to make things happen.
Perhaps life will be a little easier to mange.
Perhaps.

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Chronicling samsara is busywork.
Keeps you out of trouble.
Sometimes.

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The first thing a child must master is breathing.

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How can you play a game
If you don’t understand the rules?

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Feel the weather.

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Sometimes you must hear something for years
To understand what the author intended.

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What creates life
Is so much more fundamental
Than a material body.

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The you that answers to you
Is not the you you think.

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So many varied experiences
You will play out in this theater,
Yet all in one life as you know it.

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Ever notice how smoke requires light to be seen?

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Once you understand physics, the rest is history.

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So astounding that sounds
Combined in every conceivable way
Create this ethereal, dubious conscious reality.

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Every step you take creates your fate.
There is no going back
No matter how cautiously you tread.

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The piper will be paid.

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Ambition requires discipline.
But what is the discipline
Of those who have none?

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Accept no substitutes for the real thing.

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The pursuit of a safe haven
Is the unending human delusion.
There is naught but imaginary comfort
But for those discerning their true immortality.
Even that reality can be slippery footing
Given the way of consciousness,
Insidious monkey that it is.

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Can’t capture that smoke,
Or get more than a quick snapshot
Of the river’s churning journey.
No atom can stop even
For a moment
No matter how you
Smash at its essential nature.

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History is already written
And long since forgotten.

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You are the intuition of a dream.

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How frustrating it must be for those
Who spend their entire life measuring
That they can never complete their work.

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Political correctness is the will of one herd or another.

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Alas, you keep forgetting,
But that is the way of time.

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Flowers succumb so quickly
To the harshness of extremes.

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How far will intelligence take us?
Will we ever use it wisely?
Or must ignorance
Always overwhelm best intentions?

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That fossil was once as full of life as you.

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Once a mind is switched on,
The instrument must be dissolved
For consciousness to return to oblivion.

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Death insures that all your concerns will someday cease.

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The winds of time
Will blow these words
To a well-deserved landfill.
Where that will be only fate knows.

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Peace be within, Pilgrim.

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Examine the vastness within your mind
And you will see the infinity of eternity.

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Find that fundamental security
And you will discern
The wisdom of insecurity.

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What genetic lines will dominate the legacy of our time?

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What a harsh bargain this savage garden exacts.
How can anyone not occasionally feel
Great compassion for what so many must endure.

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You never asked for this.
Something happened
And here you are,
A seer of all potentials.

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Yet another tortured soul.

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Memory slips slowly into oblivion
Like gravity sucking down the rain.

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Is there to be any end anytime soon
To the insanity of how f

The further we get from nature,
The more insane it will get.
Despite all the diversions we enjoy,
We were not meant to live in large groupings.

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Not everyone is a specialist.
Not everyone is a generalist.
The world caters all dispositions

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Sooner or later, after any fall
Ya gotta get up, dust off, and get on with it.
There is really no failure or loss,
Only experimentation.

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It isn’t about how you die,
It’s about how you live.

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There are many fantasies not worth carrying out.

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The pull of the senses
Draws you into the samsara of suffering
Pleasure, fear, anger, every sort of passionate response.
To find peace, return to the unknowable within.

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Try doubting your version of history.
It may not be the way you believe anyway.

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Did I say any of this was easy or worth it?

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Another empty bag full of opinions.

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There is no past, there is no future, there is only now.

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All your life you’ve struggled to maintain an identity,
Only to realize it is only a figment of imagination,
A bag of thoughts to which you habitually cling.

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Please excuse the repetition and monotony.
It’s probably more interesting to write than read.


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