26 August 2013

Chapter 95 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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Not an easy thing to wander through the world
Unfragmented by the confusion of ignorance.

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What media-worthy disaster, plague, war,
Tidbit of information, useless piece of gossip,
Or comedy of errors will titillate us today?

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So much attachment blinds you.

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Looking ahead I see nirvana.
Looking back I offer the dream everything
Which comes to this active mind.
Use it as you will.

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Cultivate absolute disinterest
In whether you live or die.

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Here we go again.

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Disinterest is the key to unlimited awareness.

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Allowing the mind to come to rest
Of its own accord is the trick.

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How strange memories are.
Remnants of perceptions of time
Given the imaginary weight of  reality,
A patchwork both real and unreal
Casting its cloudy shadows
Into every moment’s
Eternal passing.

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True intelligence hath no bounds.

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Who was ever born?

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Your need not agree
With everything scrawled here.
It a jumbled bag of confusion and clarity,
A work in progress, always snagged
By the limitations of the world
In which it has played.

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A sense of anonymity
Brings such freedom.

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Just don’t don’t blame or whine to god
When that sewer you’ve created
Starts to really overflow.

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What to do when you can no longer feel the need
To discern or bother about difference anymore?

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Those of little stature
Are those who lack it within.

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What a collection of losers.

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Those who can’t handle a shovel
When the dikes are leaking
Are pretty useless.

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Do you stick around because
Of amusement, curiosity, obligation, fear
Or some other sweet enticement this garden offers?

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Life is a short term loan.

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The whole thing is past caring.

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What’s done is done.

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A curious fate.

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Who would want to walk on water?

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Regret?  Hope?  Why bother?

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Nature is absolute.

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The spring won’t stop
Till the mountain no longer sustains it.

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Born in the land of the muddy river.

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So you’ve woken up, now what?

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Excess in every direction.
Where’s the balance.

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Maybe you’ve already figured it out.
Maybe you don’t have to strive anymore
To be something you’ve always been.

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No bureaucrat should be allowed
To issue any rule or procedure
Unless its been trial-tested
Through personal experience.

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Get your own act together
Before you try to change another’s

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People coming from a harsher world
Are generally much more willing and able
To world much harder for much less
Than the well-fed natives.

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Avoid babbling.

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Why would anyone want to be around
A bunch of ass-kissing sycophants?

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Contrary minds breed contrary results.

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God-damned clocks.

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The twists and turns of attachment are ceaseless.

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Fool’s hell.

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Since when has freedom
Ever had a name?

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Ah, the gullibility of people
Who believe anything written is true.

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Die well.

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In greatness there is smallness.
In smallness there is greatness.

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Your past creates the present.
Your present creates your future.
Is there free will?

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It can get a lot worse.

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Reside in the stars.
There human travail assumes
A very distant and meaningless space.

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Written for all time to come.

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If you chose to be here,
That would mean you were god.
If you didn’t, where is this greater other?
Prove the pudding.

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The hard wiring is only attachment
To the consciousness of genetic design.
Any blueprint can tell you as much.

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Why start anything
You don’t plan to see through?

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Can the hub know itself?

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Cherish your dreamtime as best ye may,
But let go easily when the last breath’s done.

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Time is illusion, but still
There are clocks everywhere
With which you must daily contend.

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How can any knowledge be transmitted,
But through whatever foundation
The teacher knows?

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We are so obviously destroying everything
We might hope for the future.

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What a fabulous process
Mutation has taken one.

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Flesh and blood.
That’s all it is.

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Be sure
To spend some of that retirement money
Before you die, you insecure beast.

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You enjoy the articulation
More than you do reality.

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What kind of life
Shuffling paper through a cubicle.

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Those who see are the flowers of Eden.

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What put yourself through all this doubt?

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Eternity washes away all memory.

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Does one flower concern itself
With any other?

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Sooner or later you will leave them all behind.
You cannot take anything or anyone with you.

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Who is that behind all those words?

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You are essence come to life.

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The universe is as mortal as the mind.

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You will do what you have the courage to do.

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They will forget again and again and again.

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Anyone is vulnerable to calculation.

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If there is going to be any relationship between us,
It will be as equals.

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Let the wraiths and demons pass by.
They are teachers in their own manner.
None can be saved from their fate.

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Missiles and bombs break your bones,
But words will never hurt you.
Yeah, right.

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Wealth is relative.

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Always measuring.

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How much is someone you can depend on worth?

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Where would you be without measurement?

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Embrace the ladder,
Then kick off into oblivion.

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How sweet this world would be
If only every need and want
Required no price to pay.

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We grow weary of our boredom.

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Intimidation is not a great motivator.

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Last night, another notebook completed.
What a well this mind hath been dug.

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The cave beckons.

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Life is a vortex sucking you
Through time’s display.

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Is anybody out there listening?

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We find so many ways to tempt fate.

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Still looking for something, aren’t you?

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Your are attached to a chemical-electrical process.

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Chances are no one is looking for you,
Nor will you be long-remembered.

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If you think it’s just nice or supposed to be,
Life’s reality may catch you unaware
In the grip of non-compliance.

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If a description is all you’ve got,
You’ve got squat.

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Duality is the prerequisite
For there to be existence.

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The whole fucking thing is about attachment.

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How can someone who’s stupid enough to follow
Going to be smart enough to pick someone worth following?

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What exactly did you see?

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One man’s beast is another’s angel.

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The only one who needs
To feel right about your existence is you.
No one else matters when time takes its final accounting.

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Did you write all this, or did it write through you?

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They’re really all just like you.
They just think they’re different.

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Like it or not, you are one
With your favorite demon.

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The winds of fate harvest all.

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What a mini-series the human drama.

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Just an ordinary eccentric.

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Interesting how so many people
Need to be worshipped.

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In the way of the seed,
Time will do its own works.

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To thine own voice be true.

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You say you want truth,
But it annihilates you.

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The mind craves the security
Of its conceptual pattern.

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Men of war become great peacemakers.

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You will be free when there is no longer choice.

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We enjoy making it more complex than it is.

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What as life like before sound became concept?

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Assholes come in all colors, sizes and shapes.

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All parts are equal but for the smokescreens.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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