27 August 2013

Chapter 77 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


LXXVII

You can know many arenas
Intuitively, and with great vision,
Yet are unable to wrench your Self
From the weavings of personal context.
Death is the key-holder to ultimate freedom.

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Where were you a moment ago?
Where will you be a moment hence?
The smoke of perception is such a dream.

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And back to this world...
If women want to know how exciting a condom is,
Try sucking on a finger beneath a latex glove.

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A woman’s truth is maya.

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What is judgment but a vain attempt
To feel right about the lie you are.

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Oh noble cause.
Spare us the hypocrisy and hype.

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How many others pay a price
For any of our foolish visions.

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Do you play your role, or does it play you?

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An ant does not battle the wasp for some imagined slight,
Nor a grudge born five generations before,
But of an instinctual urge
Within it and all those of similar seed
To survive, to continue in the choiceless unravelling.

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Puppeteer, puppeteer, might I rest my strings for a bit?

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There are just some people who cannot be trusted,
And the challenge is discerning them
Before they compromise
Your space.

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You consume your early life creating your universe
Until one moment the overflowing dam breaks
And you wash away into immortal oblivion.

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Heart makes us behave so foolishly.
But better to have loved and lost
Than to have never loved at all.
No doubt implied, decried, sighed,
Countless times since our fall from Eden.

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What can taint truth?

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Once you see what is real,
The biggest tent is no more
Than a small town carnival.

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Your current language was once slang.

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You lap the heels of your own destiny.

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It doesn’t always have to make sense.

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What you think is going on here
Can never be more than speculation
About what is really going on here.

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How lockstep the political correctness of idolatry.

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Who is that masked man, kimosabe?

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Once you begin to really question,
What limits will withstand the siege?

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What inevitable conclusion can one reach
The irony of this world’s agony and ecstasy.

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There are many much more stupid for all their intelligence.

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Learn to trust your own intuition.

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What’s the point of philosophy
If it doesn’t translate into daily living?

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Invoking pity only fosters more self-absorption.

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Ahead of its time you are told.
What to answer but that there is no time.

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No one will ever decipher the life
Which created all these thoughts.
We all journey very much alone.

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Science alone is not competent enough
To lead humanity out of its many creations.

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You may long for freedom,
But can you ever be free?

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Who would you be without a context?

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Even wanting badly to turn it around,
There are still inertia and vectors
Which require an accounting.

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Better not to take personally outcomes
Founded upon untold eons of evolution.

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Like every other flash in the pan,
This, too, shall pass.

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To see all we envision
Of our world and universe
Is little more than a piece of lint
To the farthest corners of this mystery,
Is a difficult blow to the pride of any identity.

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Can you endure a vision larger than your imagination?

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Absurd, eh?

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Is there anyone less humble, less modest
Than someone declaring themselves to be?

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How tiring those who continually lament their condition.

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Mother Nature misses no opportunity to create or destroy.

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How you really live is your philosophy.
It is action and deed, not self-deceptive words.
It is what one actually does, not what is thought or said.

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Despite all written and implied here,
You need not make even one argument or claim
About what you intuitively know.

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Life is just a touchy-feely kaleidoscoping dream.

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Pride cannot know the contentment of humility.

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It’s about whatever you want to believe its about.

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Time is really quite still.
Only thought moves.

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How easily the hands of the clock
Become your greatest adversity.

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Notice the spaces and orbits of the afternoon dust
Swirling in a sun-filled room.  Universes everywhere.

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All you can do is postpone the inevitable.

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Sincere gushing can be dubious.

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Nothing before before.
Nothing after after.

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Mistakes and accidents
Are often the inattention
Of unfocused decision.

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If the tenous lightband in which humanity dances
Erodes beyond remedy, the cast will be supplanted
By whatever creatures are on deck to rule the garden.

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The specialist will always know more,
But the generalist cannot be matched
For having seen beyond the horizon.

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Every now in which you awaken,
You are reborn into eternal life.

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Don’t be impaled by your labels.

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Why bear a grudge against that
Which does not, cannot truly exist?

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The blindness of the herd is not for all.

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Down, down, down we go,
Where we’ll end up one wonders
If even the god of free will yet knows.

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If you wish to truly lead,
Too much greed can shoot the legs
Out of your political support.

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Get control of your thumb.

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It is surely not difficult
Being a little bit of everything,
But can you be a little bit of nothing?

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Get you dogma behind me.

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What good will all your attachment do?

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What path to glory, one wonders,
Does a cockroach or snail travel?

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Modern generosity usually implies
Tax deduction or political favor.

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The only thing worth being saved from
Is the eternal play of ignorance.

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History does strange things with its mystical writings and writers.
It would be interesting to see how the spin-doctors twist this.

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It is vanity which makes humanity’s destiny intractable

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Politicians target short term objectives and solutions
As viable remedies for long term predicaments.
They tell the masses what they wish to hear
To retain the expedient advantage.
It is the ample difference
Between tactics and strategy
In a war for survival and dominance
About to endure a severe spin for the worse.

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The wall approaches quickly,
And we are only accelerating.

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Attachment to psyche is the crux of the situation,
An arrogant premise which underwrites
The entire human experience.

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What motivates you into doing
Whatever it is you seem
Impelled to do?

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To see past any propaganda, past any lie,
You must look outside its designated arena.

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Interesting this attachment to a body
Which has never even for one moment
Been in the same time and space.

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We’re given this incredible opportunity to exist,
And we’re doing what with it?

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Faster, faster, history is catching up with us.

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Any mythology is just a fragile egg shell
To be broken when you’re ready to hatch.

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Cease the measuring and you are the immeasurable.

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So few inquire deeply into their origin.

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Expand upon all your concepts
In every way, every form imaginable.
Until you release all, you swim in delusion.
When a drop ceases its conceptual separations,
The ocean attains conscious union.

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The higher the station,
The more difficult to act faithfully
On matters of conscience.

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What is the state of mind
When all barriers cease?

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It is mastery of one’s aloneness
Which unleashes immortal sovereignty.

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How can you even for a moment imagine
That anyone or anything could last forever?

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No one can avoid their fate.

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We are all experts at delusion.

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Patterns unravel so eloquently.

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The more people, the more laws.

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You are that breath.

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Been too many hats to think any one fits.

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Travel intuition through times prior to all assumptions.
Grounded only in the vanities of the human mind,
No speculation touches the ultimate reality.

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You may sometimes think you have seen it all,
But, rest assured, there are many, many,
Many delusions left to assimilate.

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Surf the paradox.

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The mask washes off, Kimosabe.

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God’s probably already seen the video replay.

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Humanity is going down to what’s coming up.

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Is anyone any more than an a priori time capsule?

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What are you going to be when you grow up?

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God is spun of vanity.

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So many blinded by their sensory vision.

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Check out your face and body from the inside

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Any assumption brings about inevitable conclusions.

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Raise your hand if you believe ignorance will always win out.

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Revealed prophecies about an antichrist
Could be the opposite of what most
Have been taught to believe.
Always remember that most riddles
Are paradoxes best not taken too literally.

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Interesting how so many visualize
A pride-filled, vain, petty god
Requiring our worship.

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The mind has naught but imagination
To play out its passionate theater.

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Perhaps the reign of an antichrist
Is that of heaven-like qualities,
And the return to a vain god
Just a revival of the same of what
We already have way too much of now.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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