26 August 2013

Chapter 89 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


LXXXIX

Ignorance finds seemingly countless ways to pretend it knows.

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Can there be objectivity in the measurement of differences?

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Being the knower means you deny the nothing known.

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Differentiate and you shall be differentiated.

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To say the good die young
Could mean they die inwardly.

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What a load of crap.

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It cannot be taught, only learned.

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Fate is a strange undertaking.

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This is it.
This is all it can be.
Accept the offering such as it is,
Or die a-grumbling.

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In the end it will be as it was in the beginning.

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Ah, if you only had the same detachment
For yourself as you do all the others.

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If these writings have merit they will survive time.
If not, well, no biggee.

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What would the world be without diversity and cockroaches?

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What a mockery so many make of religion.

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You act out your part for me and I for you.
If you wish to know who you are, find out who I am.

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Who needs another lifetime?
Haven’t you already imagined everything?

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Try not to believe it all the time.

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Once you see it without
All the concoctions of consciousness,
How can you ever go back?

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What is life time?

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Just a big water balloon waiting to be popped.

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Do you follow your own advice?

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What cause captures your attention?

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There’s still enough pleasure in it all
That its true sum zero nature
Remains camouflaged.

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One day the time was ripe
And that to-do on the list
Just sort of took care of itself.

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Amazing how language forms the foundation
Which weaves any given universe.

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So many implications.

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Petulant and dismissive,
She buried her head in the sand.

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Praise god for a good shit.
Anal Samadhi, to be sure.

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Please don’t stop running,
I might catch you.

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You will believe in god for as long
As you belief any conceptual framework.

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Why would god be confined
By any name if you aren’t.

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The lights all come on and go out one at a time.

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There is no hope,
But that doesn’t mean
You cannot get on
Without trying.

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Doesn’t every experience
Contain some validity?

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You cannot stop insanity.

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Everybody longing for that rainbow
And following anyone who says they know
How to get them a pot of gold for only $25 a month.

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A coffee shop philosophers manifesto.

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Real revolution requires no leaders.

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Don’t show me what I don’t need to see.

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Anything is important to someone.

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Mother Nature will only let the human experiment
Go so far before it get shoved into the annals of time.

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Have seen too many universes
To believe there could be any but one.

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The first mistaken assumption
Is that you are somehow separate.
Accept no conjectures, no speculations.
Even your doubts are corrosive.

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Funny how so many would rather
Quell the symptom than solve the problem.

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In the heat of the chase,
Many traps can await the hunter.

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Are we heading for the tsunami,
Or is it surging inevitably toward us?
Just remember, might makes right.

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Cracking through a woman’s delusion
Is met with an adamant wall of denial.

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You don’t even know what you’ve done.

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Rather repetitious don’t you think.

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The more personal you take it,
The more you will suffer and be
The cause of others’ suffering.

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Science is limited by its attachment to measurement.

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You didn’t come to hell not to enjoy the carnival.

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Imagine how different life would be
If changed by even one factor.
Sex, color, culture, name,
Ad infinitum.

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One life cannot bear total responsibility
For the world but for its relationship to it.

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It’s your way, neither best nor worst.

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Reflections of a world never sane.

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Thank you for the many reflections
During the time we had together.

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There have always been goons
To enforce the will of whoever pays.

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How can anyone surpass what they know?

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The universe will never go back but through imagination.

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Who would want a prissy princess
Who could be bothered by a pea
Under a big pile of mattresses?

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How much more pleasant life is
If you manage to embrace it
Even in the tougher times.

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Be Self-sufficient.

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Life can be very old or very new.
State of mind is all.

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Who can fathom a life without attributes?

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Just another confounding mystic.

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Oh, how we love our martyrs.

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What can an ocean be without every drop?

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Don’t be bothered with truth.
You’re too busy enjoying delusion.

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So many longing for greener grass.

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It may have been far smarter to have run away.

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Sometimes it is almost overwhelming
How stupid and vain some can be.

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Worlds can come apart very quickly.

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Why burden others with you immortality?
They are too.

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It does not matter one iota what labels you give it.

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Climb what ladder you will,
All dissolve into the same origin.

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You cannot help but learn if you pay attention.

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Welcome to the masquerade.

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Alas, that one must lose one’s innocence
To abide in the savage pleasure garden.

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You worship concepts.

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It is the imagination of will which creates
All points in an otherwise pointless infinity.

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It will be of academic interest to see
If Mother Nature will curtail her human spawn
Before they invoke a barren paradise.

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The winner is whoever survives to laugh last.

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How seriously you take yourself and this ball of dust.

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Your holding on is your own choice.
Gravity only controls the body.
Imagination travels where it pleases.

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Intuition is prior to all measurements.
It is creator-preserver-destroyer
Of all will-filled containers.

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How big must your numbers be
Before you realize how meaningless
They truly are and will ever be?

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A continuing exercise in allowing
The stream of consciousness full sanction
To flow however the moment draws it.

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Some people have a difficult time
With people meditating on public time.

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It’s about all of us in particular
And everyone in general.

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All conclusions are fallible.

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Maintain your innocence as best ye may.

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Love my kids too much to bring them here.
It’s just too scary that they might someday
Run the risk of running into some of yours.

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Heaven and hell are the choices of conscious design.

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Trying to be open and accepting
Is so often a great challenge.
We cling to such pettiness.

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God is the imagination,
Not what it imagines.

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You are enjoying a life of social solitude.

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What in hell do they keep looking for?

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Earth, water, fire, air, heart.
The five elements.

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Eternity does not necessarily imply time.

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They see only mortal fare.

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How many ways everyone interprets anything.

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A work in progress.

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Sometimes you wonder why you bother.

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You are under no obligation to say or do anything.

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You offer some everything
And they walk away hungry.
Amazing.

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Time is a highly questionable concept.

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What a paranoid god you are.

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Without imagination, what could there be?

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A doctor may give a prescription,
But you must take the medicine.

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Cleave to that which was never born.

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How can you commit to something you don’t believe in?

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Hope is just another vain, meaningless form
Of imagination’s longing for meaning.

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Imagination knows no bounds but its own creation.

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Scary the thought.

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What does an ocean use to make a drop?

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In all the channel surfing the scribe abides,
There is nothing to indicate any change whatsoever
At the inherent core of homosapien behavior.
The faces may change countless times
But not the modus operandi.

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Ideals are generally unattainable
Because few really hunger
To generate their reality.
It would be much too boring
To sit around content and happy.


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