28 August 2013

Chapter 69 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


LXIX

If the haves do not take an interest in the world and humanity’s future,
There is no recourse but for Mother Nature to slap us all silly.

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The intellect is confounded again and again
By its emotional, irrational foundation.

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Philosophy is the luxury of excess.

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What does an infant’s body know
Of desire, fear and the pain
Of life’s incalculable tensions
It has yet to begin experiencing?

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All Romes fall.

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Truth is quite unconcerned
About all our vain pretensions.

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Strategy is the big picture with goals and objectives.
Tactics are the details bent to strategic ends.

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If possible, give an opponent
Every opportunity to change their mind.

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Have fun with words,
But try not to always take them so seriously.
They aren’t worth bleeding for.

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All those mosquitoes, flies and spiders you’ve crushed,
What makes you think your fate should be any different?

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The universe is just a big, long game of billiards.

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Are you here, now?

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Philosophy is the banter of a busy mind.

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What life but your own
Would you truly know how to live?

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Ah, so you do want to be remembered.
By who?

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To be free, you must reconcile yourself
With the absurdity of mortal existence.

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Life is to be transcended.

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Find the order in all things.

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How exhausting this painful, little, mortal world
And all its stupid, foolish human beings
Can far too often be.

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These words are for those who seek
To discern their immortal nature.

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This is my work.
Sometimes it is.
Sometimes its play.

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Generally, most emergencies are not.

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Few read what a writer really writes
Or hear what a speaker really speaks.
All reflections are distorted by the incalculable,
Invariable difference, the subjective bent of the receiver.

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You are the mysterious ignorance sugar-coated with knowledge.
Through you, godness explores its unfathomable nature.

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Forget it all.
Be anonymous without and within.

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You are a very little drop of a very big wave
In a very, very immeasurable ocean.

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Regarding the infinite,
All calculations are useless
For anything but entertainment.

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Can’t you feel creation and destruction
Exploding within and without every moment?

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Remember occasionally
How much of what you believe so ardently
Really isn’t.

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What choices does a rock have?

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Is the universe indifferent?
Are you?

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The devils of this world or any other
Have no dominion over any who say and mean no.

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How clean can you be in a muddy stream?

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You are the result of free will
In a choiceless sort of way.

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It is ridiculous to expect any other
To be conscious in the way you are.

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Admit it, oh fool,
This twisted world permits you endless distraction,
Endless problems with which to contend.
What would you do with nirvana?
Much too simple.

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How many universes are created and destroyed
While god takes a snooze?

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Both petty and profound you are.

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Guess you’ll hang out,
Perhaps again many times,
Until you’re weary of the struggle.

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Do the right thing
Just because its the right thing to do.
No need for compensation.

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All your attempt to avoid your aloneness are for naught.
Still your universe is your own, no matter the play around you.

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What responsibility can you bear
For that over which you have no control?

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Of course you’re immortal, you ninny.
So what!  Get your blankety-blank act together.

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For the many demons,
For those who want so much,
What better avenue to another’s spirit
Than an earnest smile, a ready, firm handshake,
An articulate tongue, a steady eye, and a compassionate ear?
Humor your intuition.

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A little ignorance goes a long way.

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Christ burdened us with his martyrdom,
Buddha with his pose, Lao Tzu with his disappearance.
And I leave you with whatever notions await these words in the play of time.
Apologies.

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Pray tell, monsieur,
Where is the division between heart and mind?

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A little experimentation usually brings out
The capacities and limitations of most tools.

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It is that constant state of anticipation
Which creates the burden of tension and anxiety
Be open to your fate, no matter how painful.

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Some seem to live for what others
Will say about them after they die.

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When it comes to skeletons,
Which closet do you want to start in?

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What fools we were to ever even contemplate
That we could run this world better than mother nature.

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Your life was set into motion
Long before you had any say in the matter.

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Trust god!?
According to the standard theory,
That’s what got me into this fine mess in the first place.
Trust god, yeah, right.

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Your life was set into motion
Long before you had any say in the matter.

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Real freedom is that pleasure
Which borders on pain.

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There is no death,
Just as there was no birth.
The nowness perceives neither.

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How can you believe your intelligence,
Or that of any living creature, whatever the realm,
Was not born of the same divine essence?

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What a devil you are.
Maybe even his great granddaddy.

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It is technicians and cooks
Who have always won wars.

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You are the immeasurable, not the measurement.
You are too immeasurable to be measured.

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Does love require relationship?

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Smoke wafts silently into the non-existence of all.

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Is life preparation for war or peace,
Or are both really the same?

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Eternal life becomes apparent when you realize
The shadow of death encompasses all.

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That splinter in yur eye shore do get magnified sometimes.

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How many ways the body can torture itself.

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Stay a beginner always.

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How to approach an accusation:
Guilty before proven innocent,
Or innocent before proven guilty?
How easy to quickly rush to judgment
Before the evidence is thoroughly scrutinized.

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If we ignored the politicians, would they go away?

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Allow the oneness to heal all divisions.

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You are that essential, primary nature which some nickname love,
That which is far more than the ceaseless romantic notions
Imagination weaves for its own consumption.

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Those who harbor a sense of manifest destiny
Will one day find out god’s benevolence
Is a razor-sharp, two-edged blade.

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We have conjured a whimsical world
Where every imaginable distraction
Only displaces us further and further
From the natural pulse of our inception.

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You can only whip a horse so long.

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You are alone, you are not alone,
In the all-alone-together paradox.

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Ambition requires sincerity
If intention is to be achieved.
Mere parody is inconsequential.

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Life is not always convenient.

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So many play the game merely to survive.

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What is necessary to hear has been written.
The rest is the redundancy of time’s remainder.

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All your differences have a way of making you more alike.

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One man’s teeter is another’s totter.

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Life shapes us in so many ways.

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Save-the-worlders.
What self-deception.

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Be satisfied with your own life
Without disrupting another’s
By telling them how to live.

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The idea of you is often more enticing than the reality.

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“Ooh, big cage out here!” thought the liberated bird.

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Every predator eventually falls prey.

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And they all wore icons to the same god
As they marched forward to kill, maim and torture,
To battle for the power, the glory and the light.

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Can you feel the competitive drive
Surging through your pattern?

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In what way is your opponent so different from you
That you would destroy rather than befriend?

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The gardener may well be
More powerful than the warrior.

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Cooperation is much more suited to survival
Than ceaseless self-absorbed competition.

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Is detachment a actuality for you, or merely another vain pretense?
Or perhaps you are indifferent from some things but not others.
Or perhaps you are only aloof from what you cannot have,
Or toward that which you are incapable of achieving.

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Every creature ever birthed
Either adapted to the time and circumstances
Of its geography and inheritance.
Or perished trying.

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What love can find its way in a passionate mind?

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The joy of the part is in the whole.

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Kick away the ladder.
Traverse infinity without foundation.

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It is what you are not that gives you wings.

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The gardener allows time its course.

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Let the other fellow die for his ideals.

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How can you know a peak
But through the valley’s contrast?

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So much which to give your attention.
What really matters?

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History can move very quickly.

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There will always be those warrior spirits
Who would rather die fighting in the ghetto
Rather than passively in the gas chamber.

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Gold is sand to the seers of eternal fare.

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Your fearful craving weaves the play you see.

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Truth is smaller and larger than any net ever cast.
Attempts to possess and control it are laughably absurd.
They are the irreconcilable, unfailing blaspheme of arrogance,
The mortal harvest of buffoons, the well that offers
Naught but salt to those truly thirsty.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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