26 August 2013

Chapter 82 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


LXXXII

Can you regain innocence through greed?

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The calculation in another’s eyes matches your own.

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Poor me gets old.

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History requires a witness.

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Even a rock cannot beat the river.

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Opinions are like dust.
They create a hazy film over everything.

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Time cannot give any more than eternity already has.

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You are a little bit of everything.
Everything is a little bit of you.

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Fate will not open every door to you.

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I love my children too much to bring them here.

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These thoughts are the enjoyment of a well-turned words.

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Do you really wish to save the world?
To see humanity insanely continue as it is?

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Thank you all for a great first run.
Let’s do lunch sometime soon.

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How unique a breath without want.

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When did eternity begin?  When does it end?

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Our sorrow is that we cannot hold on to what we crave.
That time carries on despite our vain attempts
To slow it down or stop it entirely.

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Make the best of it,
And suffer when the suffering’s due.

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What wasn’t written down?
What was transcribed poorly?
What was forgotten?
What was edited out?
What was added later?
What is history, anyway?

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Persona is subject to the matter of time.
It is chiseled by every sort of variable,
Constant only in the deepest sense.

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Learning is the mutation of consciousness.

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You are the holy grail of time.

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Equanimity
Is the defendant
In a kangaroo court
Of a passionate judge
Of a whimsical mind.

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Find your own law and serve it as the moment allows.

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The ghosts of time harbor in each and every mind.
To lay them to rest is right action’s timeless wisdom.

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Would that we could put down our arms and egoistic concerns,
And become partners in the guardianship of this savage garden.

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It is mystery’s meandering through thick and thin
Which give pause for these varied thoughts.
Perhaps a walk, a drive, a toiling sweat,
A sip of coffee, a shower head’s drip.
Or time spent with man, woman or beast.
The dream, the dream, on and on it hastens
To what end only the soul of dust really knows.

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Time will likely carry on in some form awhile longer,
And these words are for those who arrive
In that not far distant future.

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Does one do battle with the theater,
Or merely go along for the ride?

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Who will explore wisdom then?
Who will discern the grace
Each moment offers?
Who will die to live eternal?

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Life is through new eyes revealed.
Play out the rightness of each instant
And humbly harvest what divine will allows.
That is the sum of eternal life, eternal salvation.

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Push all proclamations aside and be here now.

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The term all god’s creatures includes god and you as well.

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The state some call enlightenment
Is just another illusive, vague, meaningless term.
You are who you are … whenever you are, whyever you are,
However you are, wherever you are, whatever you are.

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Know your master and do not bite too hard.
Allow your imagination to wander where it will,
But discipline your reality with some moderation.

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The ego tends to imagine itself more important than it is.
To abide in the blissful humility of the moment
Is something which so many miss
Much or all of their lives.

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Only the most savvy scientists ever figure out
They will always going to lag behind
In the quest for knowledge.

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One day you say or do one thing.
Another day another quite contrary.
What is this thing called free will?

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Put an autograph to these writings?
Whose signature do you want,
At what juncture in time?
There are too many scribes
Who fathom themselves as one
To take any credit for what is written.
A string of pearls for swine to flout about.

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Try to keep your insanity to yourself.

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Everybody’s got a toll booth.

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How can one know godness
Without the interface of duality
In its countless formations?

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Be nothing, do nothing
And everything will be done.

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Isn’t peace one of the most sought after,
Yet overruled aspect of consciousness?

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The cancer of duality runs deep
In the frailty of consciousness.

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Has there ever been a creature
As ruthless as the human being?

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We are all mortal.

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The order to all this this folderol
It is anchored in divine mystery.

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To know you own relationship to godness,
Watch a grain of sand until you see it move.

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Wherever you are, the panorama of existence
Is birthing and dying right before your eyes.

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So you think you know what’s going on.
Well, I’m happy to know somebody does.

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Conspiracy theorists seem to see
Conspirators in every corner.

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Obviously another case of too much inbreeding.

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But for a shadow or a nearing foot,
Do you think an ant even notices you?

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Is there something wrong with you
Because you see the game differently?
Not likely.

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That vision of god is between your legs.

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Everybody reads these words
According to their own slant.

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Science is the creation and study of knowledge.

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So how infinite is it?

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God created man in his own image,
And man did the same in return.

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Bad, bad, bad god.
You naughty little boy
Girl, or whatever.

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Time, what is that?

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Your mind is the only place duality,
With all its contrary spectrums, exists.

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That penis leads you down paths
Intelligence wouldn’t dare tread.

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Wisdom is stupid-slash-silly enough
To bother trying to say things clearly.

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Most people can only take truth
In small sugar-coated nibbles.

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Divide it by two, three or ten thousand,
It is ever the same one.

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For this to be the world often idealized,
All would have to work naturally, willingly
To iron out the abundancy of differences.

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Not.
No way.
Hasta la vista, baby.

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If you don’t have a vision for yourself,
Someone will be only too happy
To oblige you with theirs.

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It’s easy to pooh-pooh death,
But what happens when you hear
The Reaper sharpening his scythe?

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What you remember will one day all be forgotten.

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Step back far enough from anything,
And all intensity of purpose loses meaning.

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Expectation inevitably turns to disappointment.
No ideal withstands the inertia of reality.

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Mother Nature toys with you
Like a cat its condemned prey.

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Anyone can be very stupid
At any given point in time.

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Pawnder the chessboard from serf to king.

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Always have a lie at the tip of your tongue.
You never know when you’ll need it.

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Coming to grips with one’s limitations
Is what aids in defining one’s existence.

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Solve a problem before it becomes one.

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Choosing to love an object is based on subjective imagery.
Is love a subjective, willful, vain, transient matter?
Or is it the objective, essential reality?

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There are those long days
When it is so very, very arduous
To muster much interest in anything.

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Curious how peeling off a coating
Can change a state of mind dramatically.

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So easy to blame others for our own errors.

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That we so often believe others
Can somehow learn from our mistakes
Is forgetting how short memory is.

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Nothing more tiring than being judged by an idealist.

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The pretense of intelligence,
An interesting thing to witness.

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So many enticing poisons life offers
To those with the craving for them.

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Surely this scribe is as great a fool as there ever was

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Monopoly is the absorbed control of power, fame and fortune.
The obsession for it shows the insecurity and conflict of time.

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Peace is a right brain thing.

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No charge, no obligation, free gratis.

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Arrogant modesty keeps you playing the way you do.

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This world can be a pain in the butt, sometimes literally.

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Spoke with enough different people,
Traveled enough different geographies,
Experienced enough differences,
To know there aren’t any.

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Who seeks the truth?

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In the scoreboard of your life,
Are you here to leach or serve?
Are you here to take or to give?

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You need not rationalize anything.

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If it’s not play, what’s the point of work?

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What is all this inane silliness
About god sending us
His only junior?
What utter vain bullshit.
We are all sons and daughters
Born of the same indivisible mystery.
How on any earth could it be any other way?

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The point of it is that there are a lot of angry people out there.
What do leaders expect of those crowded off the monopoly board?

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What fear we inspire.

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Gistmeister.

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Nobody can really help you like yourself.

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Peace is the abeyance of all things mortal.

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May as well surrender to your existence,
You will do whatever your fate ordains.

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How distracting all this pain.

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Meaning’s in the vanity, vanity is in the meaning.

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What percentages of men and women
Have lead the course humanity has taken?
A statistical dinosaur of epic proportion.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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