24 August 2013

Chapter 139 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXXXIX

Slap yourself three times across the face
If you think it cannot ever happen to you.

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Is profound silence
Really any different
Than noisy silence?

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What better way to start the day
Than waking up wishing you hadn’t?

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Which came first, cause or effect?

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There is really not even one problem.

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Am not saying that it could be any other way.
Only calling it the way it is.

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Entertaining, but otherwise useless.

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Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.

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The all in all.

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Why bother even giving it a name?

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Organized religion is just mimicry,
And mimicry is not truth.

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Religions are just vain means to attach masks and concepts
Onto a mystery to which no form is more than the dust of illusion.

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Point?
Why does there always need to be a point?

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Not sure what sanity is, but it ain’t me,
And it sure as hell ain’t you, neither.

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Time to move on.
That world no longer exists for you.

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There’s nothing you need to be
But what you are right now.

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Some of us are juts tired of it, you know?

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Truth will get you nowhere.

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Myself,
Yourself,
His self,
Her self,
Ourselves
We all Self
Together.

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Humble beginnings help.

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Truth is slowly finding its audience.

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Sleep deeply with a clean conscience.

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You need not feel guilty about anything
You could not help doing in ignorance.

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Make it every day.

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This wasn’t asked for, you know.
It just sort of happened.

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Tralfamadorians like us for our time.

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What’s wrong with having chimpanzees for kin?
At least you ain’t his great, great, great grandpa.

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Imagine every possibility and you will know the serenity
Of Shiva, Buddha, Christ, and all the other seers of time.

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It’s not a trade secret.

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Political correctness is nothing new.

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A handful of seeds thrown to the wind
May find enough sustenance to continue.

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Don’t equate irrationality with insanity.

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No matter how bright and clever you are now,
You too were once uncarved by time.

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A mystical treatise.

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There is always the choice
To opt for comfort over reality.

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Consistency is a questionable virtue.

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Heaven and hell are merely words
Which decry a state of mind.

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The best books are like a good wine
Which only improve with age.

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In one sense, things become very clear.
In another, increasingly opaque.

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A series of coincidences
Do not for coincidence make.

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Be freer than words can ever allow.

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Rules are your own to make.

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Who was that you so many years ago?

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Truth is not some agreed upon thing.
It is the uncarvable, infinitely formless essence
The unnamable source from which all forms are birthed.

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Everyone loses their way now and again.
Tis a very slippery thing to hold onto.

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There’s no one you really need answer to but yourself.

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Just because it’s for sale
Doesn’t mean you have to buy it.

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All things rise, all things fall.
That is the way of it.

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So many expecting it to be
What it is not and will never be.

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An algorithm, pure and simple.

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Why should you be required to participate in insanity?

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Just because it can be done
Doesn’t make it a good idea.

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How can there be justice for all
When what’s just to one is anathema to another?
Death is the final arbiter for all.

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If a pile of gold is all you’ve got,
Then you have a very small pile of sand, indeed.

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Another lightshow come and gone.

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Collective consciousness,
Collective imagination,
Collective collusion,
Collective conspiracy,
Collective delusion.

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Lack of respect gets the same.

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Just  scribbling down
Whatever flashes through
This old thunder-perfect mind.

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It passes the time.

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Live life long and full.

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If it’s too nice,
It’s probably not real.

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"At your stage in life…"
What does exactly does that mean?

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Ain’t from Missouri,
But show me or clam it.

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It is the bliss of knowing you’re home.

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Refinements that don’t really matter.

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Oxymorons: Perfect man and low-maintenance woman.

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Passion is quaint anomaly.

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To all men who haven’t figured it out:
You may wish to stick your male appendage
In every attractive (or unattractive) woman you see,
But chances are few will feel the same about you.

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You are the unitary movement.

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How real and unreal it is
Each and every moment.

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Who would you be
If you couldn’t remember anything?

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Life can get pretty precious
When you haven’t got much of it left.

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Despite everything you might conjure to live longer,
Death plays the last card.

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Far more important to live well than long.
To have both is the ultimate score.

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Words for a time which will likely never come,
For a time when all other attempts have fallen short,
And consciousness is ready to awaken into a new paradigm.

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It ain’t now, baby.

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Flowers, thorns, same essence,
Different nerve endings.

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It didn’t seem long ago at the time.

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You are just as intolerant as everyone you condemn.

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They don’t want to hear it.

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Happily bitter.

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What a nice guy.
Sometimes you even put the seat down.

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To what bitter end will you suffer?

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Who are you, really?
Just another bag of perceived memories,
Really no different than anyone or anything else.
Only your vanity persuades you otherwise.

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The same root pervades all.

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As if your view is any more real.

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All is equally imaged.

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Maybe one of these days you’ll go sane.

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It is crystal clear.

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As detached as any breath.

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We are all the consciousness of godness.

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And to all those who just screw others over,
Just wonder how it must feel to care so little.

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Just because so many others participate in the insanity
Does not mean it need be your lot.

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There are no absolutes
But the absolute its Self.

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Life is as tentative as a single breath.

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In the sea of relativity, no anchors hold.

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Labels are the security net of consciousness.

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God allows you to create any hell you choose.

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Here we are right now.
All that time in your head,
All that time in mine,
Means nothing.

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Any fool can kill someone.

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Wrath is a self-protective barrier
Which gradually eats away
The host’s insides.

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What we all have endured.

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Tune in, tune out.
It is the same.

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Asleep, awake.
What difference to that which never sleeps?

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Maps fold themselves
Unless you are utterly inept
At screwing in light bulbs
Or turning a screw.

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From whence even god must come.

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Too vast for any conclusion.

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Always look closely beneath the cover,
The superficial, the facade, the act.

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Your body?  Only figuratively.

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Until you are very sure
You can trust someone,
Error on the side of caution.

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Inspiring envy in others
Really is a pretty shallow game.

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Hungry in mind only.

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It all depends which history you’ve bought into.

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Don’t matter whether you’re ready or not.

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Nothing but change
Since the first moment
You were conceived.

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Who said it had to make sense?

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Propaganda’s been around since the first banana.

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Is there more to life than detail after detail?

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This brief uprising of intelligence
Is short-lived without lot more wisdom.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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