CXXXIX
Slap
yourself three times across the face
If you
think it cannot ever happen to you.
* * * *
Is
profound silence
Really
any different
Than
noisy silence?
* * * *
What
better way to start the day
Than
waking up wishing you hadn’t?
* * * *
Which
came first, cause or effect?
* * * *
There
is really not even one problem.
* * * *
Am not
saying that it could be any other way.
Only
calling it the way it is.
* * * *
Entertaining,
but otherwise useless.
* * * *
Just
because you can doesn’t mean you should.
* * * *
The all
in all.
* * * *
Why
bother even giving it a name?
* * * *
Organized
religion is just mimicry,
And
mimicry is not truth.
* * * *
Religions
are just vain means to attach masks and concepts
Onto a
mystery to which no form is more than the dust of illusion.
* * * *
Point?
Why
does there always need to be a point?
* * * *
Not
sure what sanity is, but it ain’t me,
And it
sure as hell ain’t you, neither.
* * * *
Time to
move on.
That
world no longer exists for you.
* * * *
There’s
nothing you need to be
But
what you are right now.
* * * *
Some of
us are juts tired of it, you know?
* * * *
Truth
will get you nowhere.
* * * *
Myself,
Yourself,
His
self,
Her
self,
Ourselves
We all
Self
Together.
* * * *
Humble
beginnings help.
* * * *
Truth
is slowly finding its audience.
* * * *
Sleep
deeply with a clean conscience.
* * * *
You
need not feel guilty about anything
You
could not help doing in ignorance.
* * * *
Make it
every day.
* * * *
This
wasn’t asked for, you know.
It just
sort of happened.
* * * *
Tralfamadorians
like us for our time.
* * * *
What’s
wrong with having chimpanzees for kin?
At
least you ain’t his great, great, great grandpa.
* * * *
Imagine
every possibility and you will know the serenity
Of
Shiva, Buddha, Christ, and all the other seers of time.
* * * *
It’s
not a trade secret.
* * * *
Political
correctness is nothing new.
* * * *
A
handful of seeds thrown to the wind
May
find enough sustenance to continue.
* * * *
Don’t
equate irrationality with insanity.
* * * *
No
matter how bright and clever you are now,
You too
were once uncarved by time.
* * * *
A
mystical treatise.
* * * *
There
is always the choice
To opt
for comfort over reality.
* * * *
Consistency
is a questionable virtue.
* * * *
Heaven and
hell are merely words
Which
decry a state of mind.
* * * *
The
best books are like a good wine
Which
only improve with age.
* * * *
In one
sense, things become very clear.
In
another, increasingly opaque.
* * * *
A
series of coincidences
Do not
for coincidence make.
* * * *
Be
freer than words can ever allow.
* * * *
Rules
are your own to make.
* * * *
Who was
that you so many years ago?
* * * *
Truth
is not some agreed upon thing.
It is
the uncarvable, infinitely formless essence
The
unnamable source from which all forms are birthed.
* * * *
Everyone
loses their way now and again.
Tis a
very slippery thing to hold onto.
* * * *
There’s
no one you really need answer to but yourself.
* * * *
Just
because it’s for sale
Doesn’t
mean you have to buy it.
* * * *
All
things rise, all things fall.
That is
the way of it.
* * * *
So many
expecting it to be
What it
is not and will never be.
* * * *
An
algorithm, pure and simple.
* * * *
Why
should you be required to participate in insanity?
* * * *
Just
because it can be done
Doesn’t
make it a good idea.
* * * *
How can
there be justice for all
When
what’s just to one is anathema to another?
Death
is the final arbiter for all.
* * * *
If a
pile of gold is all you’ve got,
Then
you have a very small pile of sand, indeed.
* * * *
Another
lightshow come and gone.
* * * *
Collective
consciousness,
Collective
imagination,
Collective
collusion,
Collective
conspiracy,
Collective
delusion.
* * * *
Lack of
respect gets the same.
* * * *
Just scribbling down
Whatever
flashes through
This
old thunder-perfect mind.
* * * *
It
passes the time.
* * * *
Live
life long and full.
* * * *
If it’s
too nice,
It’s
probably not real.
* * * *
"At
your stage in life…"
What
does exactly does that mean?
* * * *
Ain’t
from Missouri,
But
show me or clam it.
* * * *
It is
the bliss of knowing you’re home.
* * * *
Refinements
that don’t really matter.
* * * *
Oxymorons:
Perfect man and low-maintenance woman.
* * * *
Passion
is quaint anomaly.
* * * *
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.
* * * *
You are
the unitary movement.
* * * *
How
real and unreal it is
Each
and every moment.
* * * *
Who
would you be
If you
couldn’t remember anything?
* * * *
Life
can get pretty precious
When
you haven’t got much of it left.
* * * *
Despite
everything you might conjure to live longer,
Death
plays the last card.
* * * *
Far
more important to live well than long.
To have
both is the ultimate score.
* * * *
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.
* * * *
It
ain’t now, baby.
* * * *
Flowers,
thorns, same essence,
Different
nerve endings.
* * * *
It
didn’t seem long ago at the time.
* * * *
You are
just as intolerant as everyone you condemn.
* * * *
They
don’t want to hear it.
* * * *
Happily
bitter.
* * * *
What a
nice guy.
Sometimes
you even put the seat down.
* * * *
To what
bitter end will you suffer?
* * * *
Who are
you, really?
Just
another bag of perceived memories,
Really
no different than anyone or anything else.
Only
your vanity persuades you otherwise.
* * * *
The
same root pervades all.
* * * *
As if
your view is any more real.
* * * *
All is
equally imaged.
* * * *
Maybe
one of these days you’ll go sane.
* * * *
It is
crystal clear.
* * * *
As
detached as any breath.
* * * *
We are
all the consciousness of godness.
* * * *
And to
all those who just screw others over,
Just
wonder how it must feel to care so little.
* * * *
Just
because so many others participate in the insanity
Does
not mean it need be your lot.
* * * *
There
are no absolutes
But the
absolute its Self.
* * * *
Life is
as tentative as a single breath.
* * * *
In the
sea of relativity, no anchors hold.
* * * *
Labels
are the security net of consciousness.
* * * *
God
allows you to create any hell you choose.
* * * *
Here we
are right now.
All
that time in your head,
All
that time in mine,
Means
nothing.
* * * *
Any
fool can kill someone.
* * * *
Wrath
is a self-protective barrier
Which
gradually eats away
The
host’s insides.
* * * *
What we
all have endured.
* * * *
Tune
in, tune out.
It is
the same.
* * * *
Asleep,
awake.
What
difference to that which never sleeps?
* * * *
Maps
fold themselves
Unless
you are utterly inept
At
screwing in light bulbs
Or
turning a screw.
* * * *
From
whence even god must come.
* * * *
Too
vast for any conclusion.
* * * *
Always
look closely beneath the cover,
The
superficial, the facade, the act.
* * * *
Your
body? Only figuratively.
* * * *
Until
you are very sure
You can
trust someone,
Error
on the side of caution.
* * * *
Inspiring
envy in others
Really
is a pretty shallow game.
* * * *
Hungry
in mind only.
* * * *
It all
depends which history you’ve bought into.
* * * *
Don’t
matter whether you’re ready or not.
* * * *
Nothing
but change
Since
the first moment
You
were conceived.
* * * *
Who
said it had to make sense?
* * * *
Propaganda’s
been around since the first banana.
* * * *
Is
there more to life than detail after detail?
* * * *
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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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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