24 August 2013

Chapter 133 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CXXXIII

The god of the limited is Maya, ruler of the senses,
Bender of the mind to temporal purpose.
That which is unlimited is timeless,
A vision to which only seers
Are granted the key.

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Hoping is not knowing

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Without a rudder in the eternal reality,
You are subject to the whims of passion,
The hellish journey of the damned.

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The veil of perception is a magical mystery
Founded upon the mind-body receiver’s ability
To transform the essence into the pretense
Of conjured reality, one so believable,
Few explore that which is prior.

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Burn away the dross of imagination.

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Habits are the routines which help the mind
In its craving to feel comfortably secure,
A coping gimmick for this journey
Through manifest limitation.

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How can a drop ready to evaporate
Explain the mystery to one that is not?

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Interesting how some treat things not belonging to them.

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Look at that dead body and tell me
What glory you see in it now.

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God will show as much mercy to you as it does to every thing.

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You cannot explain that which cannot be explained.

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A theatrical maze.

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Don’t let money be more than a means.

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Avoid regurgitating misbegotten assumptions.

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Trial by fuck-up, baby, trial by fuck-up.

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Normal is just a large grouping of insanity.

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Don’t forget to shave your ears once in awhile.

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Some things you just really don’t need to know.

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Are you a means to an end or an end to a means?

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Simply inconsequential.

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Duped again by your conditioning.

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Destroying that which can be recreated
Is a very short-sighted agenda.

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To move in only linear fashion
Misses the intuitive potential
Which fathoms no bounds

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Once upon a time we were all so pliable.
Youth is of such sweet, short duration.

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Surrender to the changing.
Become oblivious to your desire,
Your fear, your hold on time.

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Any political system
Founded upon bribery
Inevitably grows corrupt.

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God must be embedded deeply
In each and every part and particle
For everything to be unfolding as it is.
It is the divine logic of every origin.

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You try to be invulnerable,
But the armor is imagined
And the body only flesh.

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Your hunger for the human drama diminishes daily.

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Laugh or it may crush you.

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Surrender to the futility.

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“A little more, please,”  asked Socrates

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We’re drowning in an ocean of itty-bitty details.
Sustaining all our self-absorption is so arduous.

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Creating a separate god excludes you.

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Just remember everything you eat,
A cockroach does, too.

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The literal-minded would rather ignore,
Worship, torture or murder than listen
To the wisdom a sage might impart.

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Walk away from what doesn’t suit you.
There is always ground ahead.

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If you’re at all  attached
To the history of any concept,
Then, yes, we are different.

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Be what you are.
Envy is futile.

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So, how’s the shit falling today?

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Only the mind is finite.

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Being handicapped is, in a great part, a state of mind.

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A can of Raid in every kitchen.

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Who feels compassion for the cockroach?

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Same skins of a different color.

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The irony will be that when it does come down,
Most will probably not understand why.

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What a nightmare things can become.

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The idiocy of it all never fails to astound you.

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Money is just one of time’s many expressions.

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What doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger.

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Every moment is absolutely still.
To live one must move through time
Like film through a projector.

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What a tiny fraction of total knowledge
Anyone can ever begin to comprehend.
The paradox is that any imagined universe
Is the sum total of everything it is believed to be.

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It’s as if you said it all to yourself.

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Explore not knowing.

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Sort and resort and resort again and again and again...

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What time is it?
What time is it? What time is it?
What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What time is it? What time is it?
What time is it? …
Does anybody really know?

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The lists of things to do goes on and on and on...

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In utter revulsion, he reeled back in shock and dismay.
Stretch marks, cellulite, and sagging mammaries
Were beyond his innocent comprehension.
She did the same with his appendage.
And then they carried on stoically
As their genetics allowed.

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Whether or not you are as mad as a hatter,
Or balanced to the point of having a checkbook
A banker would envy, it is all the same.

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We can no longer afford to be short-sided in our daily living.

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The mind is the imaginary reservoir of infinity.

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You’ve done you duty, now leave in peace.

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How many comings have there been?
How many mystics have come and gone?

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Life is short no matter how long.
You may as well adventure to your capacity.

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That, too, will change.

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Today are you sure you feel like caring?

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You, my friend, are a real yawner.

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So many people need a lie more than the truth.

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That ring around the finger can so quickly
Become a ball and chain around the neck.

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There may be free will, but the choices are limited.

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We just don’t get it, and the future will pay the piper.
Pity all the children yet to play out time’s curse.

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A rubber band can only stretch so far.

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You are confined to the matrix,
The holograph, the set, the infinity
Of your time.

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The shiny-on-paper army
Quickly loses its glossy sheen
When the bullets start flying.

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For the glut of ideas, the world was lost.

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You can call it any name you wish.
I call it me.

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Amuse me, think about it.

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Despite all our technological advances,
Time always manages to fill itself
With or without any aid.

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Build a bridge, get over it.

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The goals of one generation may not motivate the next.

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To unclench you fist, unclench your mind.

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Best not to shit in anybody’s back yard.

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Unless you’re using force,
You can’t force someone
To pull out that wallet.

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The ceaseless chatter that you
Or the rest of humanity has uttered
Since the origin of consciousness
Doesn’t really amount to squat.

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Be silent and enjoy the peace.

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You never know when someone will change their mind.

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Most of us take a lot of things for granted when we’re young.

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Out of endless stream of data,
You concoct your personal reality.

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Innocence cannot stand long against
The churning cauldron of civilization.

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More than some, less than others.

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Dig below the surface and who knows what you’ll find.

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There are some things about which you care,
And countless ones about which you do not and never will.
We are very selective, limited, parochial creatures.

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How much crap you have been fed.

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How’s it feel to be the monkey in your mind?

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Epiphany after epiphany, life rolls on.

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Depends whether or not the tiger is hungry.

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How fixated you are on yourself.

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Only you can let go of your past.

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How much less effort is required
When you do something for its own sake,
Simply because you enjoy the process.

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Carry a demon and it carries you.

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Are you dreaming the dream,
Or is the dream dreaming you?

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Build space into your daily routines.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste.

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The soap operas we weave.

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Nothing is proof enough.

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We’re all delusional,
We’re all quite insane,
We’re all scurrying madly
Toward one cliff or another.

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Why would anyone want to end up
A picture on someone’s mantel?

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We all keep repeating ourselves.

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Our little short term free will experiment
Must someday face the reality of what it has destroyed.
Are we so different from any petri dish bacteria?

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Worry about forever tomorrow.

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Even the worst demon was once a child.

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Who will take responsibility?

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You know who you are.

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Dance like you ain’t no body.

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It is your limitation which hurts.

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Now is the time.

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Can’t you see how the linear mind will twist it again?

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Get back to simplicity if you can.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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