26 August 2013

Chapter 94 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


XCIV

You’ve been dying since before you were born.

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If you want to make god really laugh,
Tell him your plans for the future.

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The unfathomable well of obsession
Plumbs the depths of imagination.

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They constructed him into the
One-dimensional character he was.

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Corporate America is calling you.

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So many things set in motion
Before you even had a chance to say no.

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Delusion is deaf and blind,
But rarely dumb.

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Self-righteousness can be a useful tool
In the deflection of accusation.

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Large to the small-minded,
God’s theater is but a tiny corner
Of the infinity of totality.

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Mad Hatter fare.

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Realize that no name
Truly gives you a grasp of anything.

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What future do you imagine?

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There is the reality of the drama
And the way it will play out.
And there is the greatest reality
Completely detached from anything.

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You are language-immersed
When the vocabulary is completely
Incorporated in everyday speak.

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The voice in this head
Just keeps on pouring out
This stream of consciousness.

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God’s will be done.

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Funny how so many think they know so much.

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You just keep on wondering
If there’s a puzzle piece you will fit,
A persona that will be an intimate match.

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You want the lie just a little bit longer, don’t you?

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How loyal will you be to your cause
When there’s a knife at your throat?

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Yes, it’s all true.
You’ve gone off the deep end.

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Someday, perhaps you’ll  be as old as your parents.

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Truth puts dross to flames.

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What are we racing for?
Who are we racing against.

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Are you so desperate to live
That you would be a slave?

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Does any individual make the time,
Or time the individual?
Does the one who volunteers
Have any choice, or is s/he drawn
By circumstances beyond any control?

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Now what?!

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You owe no one anything
But what you choose to give.

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Caress the wind, water, earth and fire
As you would a lover.

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One life at a time.

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Love it for what it is,
What it was, and
What it will be.

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It doesn’t really matter.

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What would it be like to live
Truly unconcerned
Whether you lived or not.

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The most enlightened drug users are mystics.

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What prophetic story will this one harvest?

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What glory the world of nature had reached
Before we, one of her finest cancers,
Gained such unruly prominence.

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So many trees, so many creatures,
I cannot remember.

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No place to go, nothing to do.

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It’s getting very late.
Is it time to die, Mother?

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What dynamic seems odd to someone raised in it?

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If you want trials,
There are plenty to choose from.

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Megalomania rules its own mind.

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That same old tiring oneness.

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The unknown is duality’s greatest opponent.

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Except for the mind at war,
Is there anything but harmony
On any given battlefield?

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Why demonize aliens from other worlds
Any more than creatures born of our own?
Is it because we have conquered this garden,
And know the advantage of just transitory duration?

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Why do you stir yourself with trinkets?

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Breathing into nothing.
Wow.

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If you chose to be here,
That would mean you were God.
If you didn’t, well, where is it?

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The hard wiring is only attachment
To the consciousness of genetic design.

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Perhaps it is just that simple.

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If you want to be fearless,
Breathe consciously.

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Whose idea of truth will you succumb to next?

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How much more enticing white light
When transfixed by the spectrum.

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Science is just another measurable paradigm.

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Pooh lives.
Long live Pooh.

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When the other is watching,
You pay much more attention.

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Where does violence take you?

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Separation is the root of all evil.

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Watch closely how the water flows.

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On the bright side,
The worst that can possibly happen
Is that you might get maimed, tortured or killed.
Or you might live a long life.

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Just walking the Irony Trail.

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Caught in change, we try so hard
To keep everything the same.

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There will never be a perfect word,
Description, equation or symbol
To articulate the perfection.

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Are you examining this for yourself?

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But for vanity, what could possibly
Concern one moment about any other?

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Outmaneuver those who would oppose you,
And you will likely wander on unassailed.

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Everything you have gained
Is what you have to offer.

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The one who has learned
There’s plenty to give
Has the most.

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Is this behavior getting you
Where you want to go?

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So many things not worth doing.

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There’s more to all this than meets the eye.

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I am the ocean,
And you a wave
In my play of time.

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Wander the fields of death.

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The assumption that you choose to live
Implies that you may also choose not to.

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But for the nuance of reflex,
You might have long since
Succumbed to a greater reality.

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How quickly it can all be forgotten.

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How abundant self-pity.

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Is it the act or the thought which makes you guilty?
Is it shame or guilt which motivates your alignment?

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About some, perhaps many things
You may not wish to afford compassion.
Sometimes ruthless is the choiceless choice.

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So much you would not miss.
So much you try to save.

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Sometimes you must face
The abyss of incompleteness.

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How bizarre it all is.

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Do you understand the detachment
Of true madness?

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How bizarre it all is.

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Think of it whatever you will
Makes no difference
Any more real

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Is you nonchalance feigned or real?

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Passion is attachment.

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Life is a gift so easily spurned
When the pain sets in.

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Science is methodical
in its measuring obsession.

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If you don’t like what you see,
Stop looking.

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How vain and petty everything seems.

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Can you know what it is to exist?

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Difference lies only
In the many differences.
Similarity in all.

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Is your mark really much more
Than a yellow stain in melting snow?

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About what do you care but that which you know?
About what do you know but what you imagine?
About what do you imagine but what you pretend?
And does anyone more than pretend to know or care?

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Political correctness is nothing new.
It began upon the first gathering of two.

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It is all pretext for vanity.

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Enemies are merely those
Who make you least comfortable.

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You are surrounded by insanity.

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What pain duration.

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How impossible to keep up
With everything concocted?

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Sock it to me, baby.

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Where’s the real difference
Between me and you?

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What stock can you place in all this?

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Remorse and loss are the course of attachment.

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Just blank your mind
And all this comes to you unbidden.

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Sleep is the cradle of oblivion.

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Who is hero and who is scoundrel
Is merely a matter of perspective.

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Where do you stand in the historical context.

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Is hell hot or cold?
A state of mind stirring or still?

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Don’t confuse the vain notions
Of the entertainment industry
With much to do with reality.

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It applies to every one.

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So many eyes through which to see
The infinity of this grand mystery

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Fragmented thinking can never lead to wholeness.


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