24 August 2013

Chapter 137 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXXXVII

Let go what you know,
Reclaim what you do not.

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How much greater the truth of it is
Than any god you can imagine.

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Sometimes you just gotta move on.

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Even the ice is hot in the hell of imagination.

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Entertainment is less and less entertaining.

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What was it like to have a mind
That wasn’t full of thoughts?

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What a dream we live in.
Bigger, faster souvenirs for everyone
Fortunate enough to be born
Into the right place,
The right time.

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Not a good idea
To tally the miles too often.
Bean counting is a wellspring of limitation.

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By this definition of godness,
God sure seems to be experiencing it all.

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You don’t know nobody,
And nobody knows you.

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The ultimate nice guy, aren’t ya?

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Pleasure seeking, or pain avoidance?

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Nobody needs to know.

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So many different faces between then and now.

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How differently you see things now.

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Be patient, the universe is just getting aligned.

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A new discovery beneath every rock.

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It’s hard to see things anew
When you know what you’re going to see.
Not impossible, just challenging.

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Without the a priori,
Your life would be over
In the blink of an eye.

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It can never be answered
But through the irony,
The paradox of concepts.

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War is the chaos of an angry bull.

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The sound everyone never hears.

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Death is just the mask removed.

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One thing that can probably be said of a dull mind
Is that it may be less cluttered?

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Something for everyone.
Step right this way.

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If everyone would just play out their evil
In the well of imagination
We might have a simpler world.

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Your mind is the see of infinity.

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Torch the vampires.

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We’ll have growth
As long as everyone’s into
Big Macs and Caribbean cruises.

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Pretty durned smart,
And angry to boot.

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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.

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Cheerleaders become hags
And Big Men on Campus, couch potatoes.

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Lurk in ignorance if you wish,
But don’t expect more intelligent people
To buy into your bullshit.

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Useless to even try.

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Everyone’s sure as hell they’re right.

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Ruthless, realistic and resigned.

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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.

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Who are all these people rushing madly, absurdly, to and fro?

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Another salesman appealing to your vanity.

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From nature is born will, the destroyer.

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From nothing to nothing
With chatter between.

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The stream of consciousness
Runs from an imaginary mountain
Through an imaginary valley
To an imaginary sea.

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Complexity creates strife and disorder.

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It must be true
Or you, truth-seeker that you are,
Wouldn’t be here.

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So that’s what today is all about.

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Identity is just another habit.

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Is it all just an algorithm?

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Does redemption mean you get your deposit back?

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Always stay free enough
To treat yourself to a leisurely stroll.

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Ignorance has a way of mucking everything up.

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A little intelligence
Mixed with a bag of instincts
Makes for a great show.

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Where’s me popcorn?

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A day in which to do nothing well.

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Ahhh…the existential morass.

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Sitting, watching everything pass.

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Vanity’s rainbow.

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Twinkling eyes and a friendly, cordial smile
Is a demon’s greatest disguise.

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Everyday life has its fatal flaw.

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If you’re going to be stupid,
Be smart about it.

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To evade a predator,
One must be very quick,
Or very good at disguising
Or altering the pattern.

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Commerce rules.

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Life is full of experiences
About which you can only speculate.

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Another raging stud.

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All seeds are not created equal, yet they are all equal
In the essential nature of the ultimate reality.

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The trick is to enjoy the boredom of the day to day.

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Too late.

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I’ll be back,
But it won’t be me
In the personal sense.

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How? How? How?
Why? Why?  Why?
Always the same unanswerable questions.

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Is karma just a loser’s parting shot?

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Superiority complex,
Complex superiority.

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Practice carefreeness.

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Be cautious about modern interpretations
Of historical contexts.

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A good sense of humor is a blessing.

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What a wry mind.

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Sometimes there’s just a dread
Of what you’re going to have to endure tomorrow.

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So many things not worth remembering.

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Nothing more bothersome
Than a backseat driver
Or a couch potato quarterback.

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If that’s love, then hate must really be something.

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You are the story of your existence.

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It’s only time.

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With those who have integrity,
A handshake will do.

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This for those who will get it
One way or another.

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That would be too miraculous to believe possible.

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The dreams of memes.

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Ponder the immeasurable
With all your measurements,
Cut and paste it however you will,
It is,
And will ever remain
Indescribably mysterious.

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In the sho-ram-bo
Of earth, water, wind and fire,
All things are created.

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There is naught but process.

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As if any definition really means squat.

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And then one day,
Despite all your plans,
Death rips away the stage
From beneath your mortal feet.
And there it is, oblivion.

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You are the context of all contexts,
The relativity of all relativity.

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Be patient like the sun.

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What do you say, Pilgrim?

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Can’t stop, can’t help but move on.

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Change is, change is.

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Challenging not to disappoint those with expectations.

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Original sin,
Or original paranoia?

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So much vanity over hamburger.

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The root of all patterns.

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A good idea belongs to everyone.

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In the largest, most relative sense,
What you do or think of another,
You do to or think of your Self.

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Don’t trip on it too much.

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There’s always room for one.

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Reality is relative to the cubicle in which you abide.

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Where would you be without the senses?

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Another happy chemist.

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So what carnival trick, what magical act
Would convince you it was Jesus?

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Is any moment more real than another?

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You think you taste, touch, see, feel and hear,
But do you really?

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Time is an interesting concept.

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The destroyer of worlds seeks you.

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What difference, really, between
Earth, water, wind and fire?

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Drugs are great fun
If you train them well.

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Absolute good, absolute evil.
Synonymous.

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Isn’t death, however it goes,
Merely a metamorphosis
In the highest sense?

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Demons are woven in shallow, uneven breathing.

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If you must believe, believe in nothing.

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One man’s madness is another’s sanity.

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Another slave to thought.


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