26 August 2013

Chapter 97 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


XCVII

This book is written for the end of all time.

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You know nothing well.

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We all have our scars,
Imagined as they may be.

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The literal mind can only see the literal meaning.

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What would life be like
If you didn’t try to remember so much?

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Eden was lost the moment consciousness took the reigns.

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So many ways life could have gone.

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Then one day it occurred to you
That you were probably an alien.

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We are mesmerized by leaders
Who cannot lead wisely.

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What direction does smoke have but the wind’s?

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Why you?
Why not you?

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Look to the source for the answer to why,
And you will find no answer necessary.

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Are you a minion of God or Satan?
What difference really?

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Hear ye Eden in you silence?

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Are there ever enough of these moments?

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Interesting how many attributes history spins.

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Still trying to figure out your fate?

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If you must have enemies,
Try not to have imaginary ones.

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What attention wisdom requires.

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Don’t wait for acceptance.

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If you want to know your fate, die.

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The frog rasps, “I am one.”

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Tired of it?
Give it all back.

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What is there to achieve
But to become one’s Self?

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Will humanity survive its infancy?

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What kind of world have we created
That our own creations receive more devotion
Than the nature which originated all?

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God forbid you are wrong.
You couldn’t stand for it to be less.

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Bound to this masquerade,
There is peace only in waves.

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History is in the moments.

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Why would god only want to haunt heaven?
And occasional journey through hell’s halls of gold
Can be enticing even to the most virtuous saints.

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From park bench to penthouse,
It’s all you.

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What a delusion!

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What fun.
Sometimes.

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Godness is the indivisible come to life.

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Life according to Webster
“Is a state of functional activity
Peculiar to organized matter.”
Godness is the organizer.

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Death is the solution.
All your problems will magically disappear.

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Nature can be pretty uncomfortable.

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Write’em, cowboy.

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Imagine a truly civilized world.

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We’ve gradually killed off, tamed
Or immobilized most of our opponents.
Now its just us against the real adversary,
Our dysfunctional paradigm.

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How stupid we are.

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Played out as it will,
There is but one voice.

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The way is all ways.

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The unconditional is so much more omnipotent
Than the conditional that it waits all eternity
For all creations to find their way home.

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The shepherd rejoices the found sheep.

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I am the one here to tell you to mellow out.

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Oceans rain upon the highest mountains,
Bringing them home to the depths of their origin.

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Eden lives.

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The bargain any make with the devil
Is sealed by delusion and ignorance.

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Whose daddy did you have killed today, Mr. Leader?

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Any assumption can have
Far-reaching consequences.

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How many specialists lack a bigger picture
As they create even greater destruction?

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You’ve created time, but can you end it?

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Are we stupid, or what?

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Become the part that is the whole.

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Watch what draws you most
With your greatest dispassion.

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As if any measurement really matters.

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Pray tell, into what space is the universe expanding?

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Is her reflection in the mirror any more real than she?

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Who asks questions
Or articulates statements?

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Is there any thing which is not arbitrary?

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Your universe crumbles with the last breath.

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There’s hope when people stay friends.

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What is one’s destiny?

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Why you?
Because somebody had to do it,
And you seem to have drawn the card.

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Mass murderers were children once.
What twist and turns life takes any soul.

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You assume so much.

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Realities that do no align with nature
Must eventually, inevitably fail.

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From the head, drop back into the heart.

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What happened to you?

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The truly wise have passed the final test.

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Crap is crap no matter how it’s cooked.

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All trails are confined by well-worn minds.

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Both parochial and infinite this mind.

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A gift from that which passion ebbs.

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Can you be content without accepting your lot?

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Beliefs are the screen of patterns
Established by the complex play
Of time traveling through space.

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It’s all one, but some are more equal than others.

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Those who wish it more embrace ashes.

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Experience is imagination.

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Your will keep asking questions
Until you answer them all.

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What do you want to know?
Whatever interests you,
Whatever you need to know,
Whatever happens along.

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Where does the dividing point
Between born and unborn linger?

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It all brings you back.
Any pair of shoes will do.

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What happens to any seed.

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Does time create imagination
Or imagination time?

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Knowledge is intuited.

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The Reaper makes house calls.

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It becomes whatever you think it is.

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Yours is the voice I give you.
Mine is the voice you give me.

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Women and their animals.

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Your are trapped by your genetic pattern
Unless you surrender to just being.

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Hey, pretty girl.  Hey, pretty guy.
Best not assume that just
Because you are physically beautiful
That anyone who is looking for something more
Would want to hazard more than a few nights with you.

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You have no sense of anything
But what you see.

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God is just another invention.

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Godness is in the beingness.

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Some cannot be happy with a mountain of gold,
While others smile at a handful of dry sand.

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What is there to really learn
But that from which all lessons birth?

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What an assumption history is.

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So, can you think for yourself yet?

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Real freedom is pretty scary
To the prisoners of time.

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Another child.
Dear god, do so few
Have any comprehension
The future they are fashioning?

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What is guilt but a curse
Upon those too weak to resist
The will of domination.

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You must be looking for someone else.

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I’ll pass on that one if you don’t mind.

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What are you?

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Why are we so entice by that which has no permanency?
Why do we cling with such passionate determination
To to all the things which we can never possess?

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You can do no more
Than experience the ever-present change.

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She leaves enough to your imagination
To drive you into the foolishness
Of unrequitable passion.

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Free your mind with a deep breath.

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Any idea, any notion ever conceived,
Is only as real as the weight of belief it is given.
And what will you believe this day?

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In a land filled with demons,
Whatcha gonna do?

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Another kneejerk response.

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Thoughts such as these are not for popular consumption.
Only the rare few chew content upon the eternal reverie.

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The women lead their drones
Who trail with the leashed poodle.

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What need have you the emptiness of any rationalization?

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Few will ever discern the real you.

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Another enticing seed vat.

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Oh joy, another revolution
(Yawn).

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We are moving so far from nature,
Reconciliation can only be great destruction.
Partial or whole is the only question.

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Beauty, uncoupled with intelligence,
Remains so longer if steeped in silence.


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