Chapter 140 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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Probability may learn one way or the other,
But it is the fool who does not grasp
That its mean rules the curve.

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Live blamelessly.

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Aging confronts all with the reality of mortality.

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Live, from The Street.

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All the ways life suffers are too painful to count.

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So brilliant, yet so stupid.

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Some will always find a way to be disappointed.

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So many things you do not want.

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You must fulfill the fate you helped create.

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Angst creates art.

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Stand naked in spirit.

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Time, it’s been interesting.

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Can time exist without space
Or space without time?

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Rest assured, no one
Will read these words for long
If they aren’t ready.

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The sweet serenity of oblivion.

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Fate plays its cruel hand again.

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Life is a series of lists
Running on and on and on
Till death do you part.

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It all starts to run together.

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The mind is the portal to infinity.

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It all adds up to nothing.

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The tides of ignorance are too strong
For intelligence to override.

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That’s because you don’t understand.

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What a strange thing self-esteem is.
So odd that the fabrication of an identity
Colors whatever existence remains.

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Too busy to look.

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Does suicide cheat death,
Or was that the designated fate all along?

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Suddenly you felt very tired.

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One discovery, one insight after another.
Life’s passing is full of unforeseeable mystery.

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The eternal flame consumes all.

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Truth is an internal matter.

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You’ll just never know what cannot be known.

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Godness is in the air you breathe,
The food you eat, the water you drink,
The pleasure and pain you feel,
And the fire that will consume you.

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What you agree to agree on is not the truth.

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So little time left.

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Gradually, notebook after notebook
Fills with the same eternal theme.

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The option for a better world,
For a more functional paradigm,
Exists within all of us.

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Why is it so hard to understand?

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You can probably live without it.

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Nothing more foolish than thinking
You’re smarter than everyone else.

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Complicity is the mainstay to any group’s survival.

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Life is what it is, nothing more, nothing less.

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From whence did any creator come?

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Groupies will always find someone to follow.

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See how much you want
And how much suffering it creates.

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That one you think the other
Is simply you playing two or more.

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As if al that information
Helps us make better decisions.

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See the ocean in you blood.

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How many times
Will you count your money
Before it’s over.

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What’s worse,
A bad loser or a bad winner?

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Just because you don’t want to hear it
Doesn’t mean it’s not true.

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Challenge the vanity.

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Romantic delusion is not truth.

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Defiled again.

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If you have to argue or persuade,
Is what you’re saying true?

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A conceptual truth is not truth.

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Once you are it, what is there to believe in?

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You really don’t know
If there will even be
A tomorrow or the next day,
So why worry about heaven or hell?

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Par for the course.

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Not much point in being an optimist,
Nor is there much point in being a pessimist.
It’s just what it is, and try as you may,
There ain’t no going back.

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(A loud, deep, evil laugh comes from nowhere)

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Why is it necessary to believe in anything?

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Prior to thought’s creation,
What is there but the orderly chaos
Of eternity’s essential state?

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The human drama is playing out in blind surety.

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God is really just a genocidal maniac
Who kills everybody and destroys everything.
What a pathetic, meaningless creation.
Who picked him to be in charge?

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Three or four notebooks misplaced.
Where have they gone?
Oh well.

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What do you think godness used
To create this vast universe
If not it’s own essence?

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The human drama is the direct result
Of too much shit and not enough air.

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You want everything to be equal
As long as you are a little more so.

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Another exercise in vanity.

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You probably judge yourself
Far more harshly
Than any god ever would.

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Every spiritual text ever written
Was by some human being
In touch with a state of mind.

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You can’t give a gift to someone
Who do doesn’t’ see it.

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Jesus was not a suit.

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Memories are just fragments of a dream.

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Intelligence comes in all colors.

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Life is under no obligation to entertain you.

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Defy godness at your own risk.

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There you go again trying so hard
To become what you already are.

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Are you as foolish as you seem?

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The prey linger near the predators,
Co-existing util the tummy rumbles.

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The ramification of the fact
That you really are without a body,
May not yet have fully dawned upon you.

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Eternal life doesn’t imply continuity.

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Purpose?  Meaning?  Value?
What a dreamy irony.

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What passionate echoes pulsate through the mind.

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Free will is born of a choiceless matter.

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Discern that space where you forget all identity.

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The ocean is but a reflection
Disguising the unknowable infinity
Of the unfathomable reality
This mystery truly is.

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Ambition clouds your chances
Of becoming a true human being.

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All persona is neurotic to one degree or another.
It is the adjustment to the illusory play of matter.

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Histories come and go
As time is created, remembered, and forgotten.
Consciousness is such a fickle player.

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Trying to be more only sets you further away.

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Torch the veil.

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How can time end if you keep creating it?
How will the choiceless ever manifest
If you keep choosing not to allow it to blossom?

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Without the mind-body receiver,
You would not, could not pretend to be.

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All so obvious.

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Thought is just a burst of lightning between synapses.

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To survive its creation,
Manifest consciousness,
Must set aside apparent reality
If it hopes for continuity.

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Absorption with pleasure poisons you.

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The human mind’s ceaseless attempt
To transpose its time-bound linear nature
Upon the spontaneity of the indivisible reality.
Is as futile as a finger holding back a leaking dike.

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Those zen-ish moments
Are so real and true, so timelessly pure,
Eternally in sync with all that is, has ever been, will ever be.

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The moment is present
Whether you are with it or not.

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You will likely find in these many thoughts
Whatever you are ready to hear.

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Why are you afraid to question every assumption?
That you will be ostracized, imprisoned or executed?
What’s the point of existing if not to explore your world?

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The one does not need the two,
But the two would not be
Without the one.

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It can only be what you believe you know.

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Innocence knows it without knowing.

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What many seem to consider love
Is a trade-out for some form
Of emotional-intellectual security.

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Those who desperately need the love of others
Have not realized everything they need is within.

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How programmed we all are
To jump through hoops,
Some enthusiastically,
Some with great resistance.

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How simple your wants
When you are very young.

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You were told of birth, death,
And the mythology of your culture’s seedline.
And you, in your innocence, believed.

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For as long as you are attached
To any way, shape, or form,
You will suffer existence.

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Only dreams die.

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Maya has you in the grip of your own imagination.

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Why would anyone accept
A conception of god
Which excludes them?

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It is so simple,
But you must yearn to see it
With every singular strand of your beingness,
Unto time’s death and the birth of awareness into eternal life.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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