CXXXVII
Let go
what you know,
Reclaim
what you do not.
* * * *
How
much greater the truth of it is
Than
any god you can imagine.
* * * *
Sometimes
you just gotta move on.
* * * *
Even
the ice is hot in the hell of imagination.
* * * *
Entertainment
is less and less entertaining.
* * * *
What
was it like to have a mind
That
wasn’t full of thoughts?
* * * *
What a dream
we live in.
Bigger,
faster souvenirs for everyone
Fortunate
enough to be born
Into
the right place,
The
right time.
* * * *
Not a good
idea
To tally
the miles too often.
Bean
counting is a wellspring of limitation.
* * * *
By this
definition of godness,
God
sure seems to be experiencing it all.
* * * *
You
don’t know nobody,
And
nobody knows you.
* * * *
The
ultimate nice guy, aren’t ya?
* * * *
Pleasure
seeking, or pain avoidance?
* * * *
Nobody
needs to know.
* * * *
So many
different faces between then and now.
* * * *
How
differently you see things now.
* * * *
Be
patient, the universe is just getting aligned.
* * * *
A new
discovery beneath every rock.
* * * *
It’s
hard to see things anew
When
you know what you’re going to see.
Not
impossible, just challenging.
* * * *
Without
the a priori,
Your
life would be over
In the
blink of an eye.
* * * *
It can
never be answered
But
through the irony,
The
paradox of concepts.
* * * *
War is
the chaos of an angry bull.
* * * *
The
sound everyone never hears.
* * * *
Death
is just the mask removed.
* * * *
One
thing that can probably be said of a dull mind
Is that
it may be less cluttered?
* * * *
Something
for everyone.
Step
right this way.
* * * *
If
everyone would just play out their evil
In the
well of imagination
We
might have a simpler world.
* * * *
Your
mind is the see of infinity.
* * * *
Torch
the vampires.
* * * *
We’ll
have growth
As long
as everyone’s into
Big
Macs and Caribbean cruises.
* * * *
Pretty
durned smart,
And
angry to boot.
* * * *
Whenever
you hear a myth or legend,
Just
remember that the flesh and bone reality
Is the
source of all lies and exaggeration,
Selected
truth and edited copy.
* * * *
Cheerleaders
become hags
And Big
Men on Campus, couch potatoes.
* * * *
Lurk in
ignorance if you wish,
But
don’t expect more intelligent people
To buy
into your bullshit.
* * * *
Useless
to even try.
* * * *
Everyone’s
sure as hell they’re right.
* * * *
Ruthless,
realistic and resigned.
* * * *
They always
ask, "What if it’s true?
What if
there is a higher being, a heaven, a hell?"
Well,
what if there’s not, and all you’ve done is waste a very large portion
Of your
short existence sitting in a pew listening to a middleman
Regurgitating
regurgitation after regurgitation?
Better
to rot in hell than miss out
On a
few great walks.
* * * *
Who are
all these people rushing madly, absurdly, to and fro?
* * * *
Another
salesman appealing to your vanity.
* * * *
From
nature is born will, the destroyer.
* * * *
From
nothing to nothing
With
chatter between.
* * * *
The
stream of consciousness
Runs
from an imaginary mountain
Through
an imaginary valley
To an
imaginary sea.
* * * *
Complexity
creates strife and disorder.
* * * *
It must
be true
Or you,
truth-seeker that you are,
Wouldn’t
be here.
* * * *
So
that’s what today is all about.
* * * *
Identity
is just another habit.
* * * *
Is it all
just an algorithm?
* * * *
Does
redemption mean you get your deposit back?
* * * *
Always
stay free enough
To
treat yourself to a leisurely stroll.
* * * *
Ignorance
has a way of mucking everything up.
* * * *
A
little intelligence
Mixed
with a bag of instincts
Makes
for a great show.
* * * *
Where’s
me popcorn?
* * * *
A day
in which to do nothing well.
* * * *
Ahhh…the
existential morass.
* * * *
Sitting,
watching everything pass.
* * * *
Vanity’s
rainbow.
* * * *
Twinkling
eyes and a friendly, cordial smile
Is a
demon’s greatest disguise.
* * * *
Everyday
life has its fatal flaw.
* * * *
If
you’re going to be stupid,
Be
smart about it.
* * * *
To
evade a predator,
One
must be very quick,
Or very
good at disguising
Or
altering the pattern.
* * * *
Commerce
rules.
* * * *
Life is
full of experiences
About
which you can only speculate.
* * * *
Another
raging stud.
* * * *
All
seeds are not created equal, yet they are all equal
In the
essential nature of the ultimate reality.
* * * *
The trick
is to enjoy the boredom of the day to day.
* * * *
Too
late.
* * * *
I’ll be
back,
But it
won’t be me
In the
personal sense.
* * * *
How?
How? How?
Why?
Why? Why?
Always
the same unanswerable questions.
* * * *
Is
karma just a loser’s parting shot?
* * * *
Superiority
complex,
Complex
superiority.
* * * *
Practice
carefreeness.
* * * *
Be
cautious about modern interpretations
Of
historical contexts.
* * * *
A good
sense of humor is a blessing.
* * * *
What a
wry mind.
* * * *
Sometimes
there’s just a dread
Of what
you’re going to have to endure tomorrow.
* * * *
So many
things not worth remembering.
* * * *
Nothing
more bothersome
Than a
backseat driver
Or a
couch potato quarterback.
* * * *
If
that’s love, then hate must really be something.
* * * *
You are
the story of your existence.
* * * *
It’s
only time.
* * * *
With
those who have integrity,
A
handshake will do.
* * * *
This
for those who will get it
One way
or another.
* * * *
That
would be too miraculous to believe possible.
* * * *
The
dreams of memes.
* * * *
Ponder
the immeasurable
With
all your measurements,
Cut and
paste it however you will,
It is,
And
will ever remain
Indescribably
mysterious.
* * * *
In the
sho-ram-bo
Of
earth, water, wind and fire,
All
things are created.
* * * *
There
is naught but process.
* * * *
As if
any definition really means squat.
* * * *
And
then one day,
Despite
all your plans,
Death
rips away the stage
From
beneath your mortal feet.
And
there it is, oblivion.
* * * *
You are
the context of all contexts,
The
relativity of all relativity.
* * * *
Be
patient like the sun.
* * * *
What do
you say, Pilgrim?
* * * *
Can’t
stop, can’t help but move on.
* * * *
Change
is, change is.
* * * *
Challenging
not to disappoint those with expectations.
* * * *
Original
sin,
Or
original paranoia?
* * * *
So much
vanity over hamburger.
* * * *
The
root of all patterns.
* * * *
A good
idea belongs to everyone.
* * * *
In the
largest, most relative sense,
What
you do or think of another,
You do
to or think of your Self.
* * * *
Don’t
trip on it too much.
* * * *
There’s
always room for one.
* * * *
Reality
is relative to the cubicle in which you abide.
* * * *
Where
would you be without the senses?
* * * *
Another
happy chemist.
* * * *
So what
carnival trick, what magical act
Would
convince you it was Jesus?
* * * *
Is any
moment more real than another?
* * * *
You
think you taste, touch, see, feel and hear,
But do
you really?
* * * *
Time is
an interesting concept.
* * * *
The destroyer
of worlds seeks you.
* * * *
What
difference, really, between
Earth,
water, wind and fire?
* * * *
Drugs
are great fun
If you
train them well.
* * * *
Absolute
good, absolute evil.
Synonymous.
* * * *
Isn’t
death, however it goes,
Merely
a metamorphosis
In the
highest sense?
* * * *
Demons
are woven in shallow, uneven breathing.
* * * *
If you
must believe, believe in nothing.
* * * *
One
man’s madness is another’s sanity.
* * * *
Another
slave to thought.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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