26 August 2013

Chapter 87 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


LXXXVII

It must have been so terrifying out in the jungle without claws or fangs.
Is it really any wonder why we are so competitive and violent,
Why we destroy so ravenously, so passionately.

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No need to apologize for being untamed.
Why allow your Self to be domesticated?

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If you’re foolish enough to stand in the way of Mother Nature,
You’re gonna get banged around or squashed sometimes.

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So many philosophers seem to
Believe all their words mean something
In the big-bang-big-crunch of it all.

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You see what you are capable of seeing.

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Interesting to realize the whole universe,
Every single one of them is imagined.

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Human beings are not the be-all end-all of this creation.

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Wipe away all mythology and what do you have?
Bibbety-bobbity-bibbety-bobbety-boo.

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The love that does not exist
Is the love that transcends all.

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You went to all that trouble and no one was watching.
And even if they had been, they probably wouldn’t have cared.
Your offering wasn’t anything they really wanted to hear.

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Every day the songbird showed up singing on the same high wire.
Day after day after day, until one day it didn’t,
And no one noticed.

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Pull off the mask and see no difference
Between any of the all.

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The real warrior doesn’t need to huff and puff.

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What some people do for attention.

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Identity but a temporary mask,
A chameleon disguising what you ultimately are.
Discern the real you, the real Self, prior to all dreams born of mind.

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As long as you believe it real, it will be.

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Click the heels whenever you are ready, Dorothy.

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What calendar can contain your life?

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Vanity can only go so far.

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People complain one way or another,
Usually about both.

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In history’s annals, this will be painted
As a dark, pathetically reckless time.

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When ya’ll get a real life someday,
Just give me a call and spin a better yarn.

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You needn’t know all the details to discern the gist.

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Contrary to Hollywood, not all endings
Are happy, or romantic, or even endings.

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A set of random thoughts begun in the late thirties.
Reflections from a dude who gradually realized that all things are of godness,
But, alas, that simple truth did not always make it easy
To be a human being.

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Put your own house in order
Before trying to clean another’s.

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No two life forms will ever see
The same piece of dust quite the same.
As every snowflake is unique,
So is every eye.

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There are just some things you cannot remember.

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A day without some reflection is an incomplete one.
Everyone has special ways, times and places
To realign with the wonder prior to time.

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Just sitting here under a tree
Waiting for time to arrive.

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Odds are nobody told you.

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The literal mind often seems
To trip over everyone else’s feet.

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If anybody out there gets a life,
Let us know what it’s like.

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Boys and girls.
Fish, birds and bees.
Flowers, trees and weeds.
Same new same old.

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I dream, you dream, we all dream
In so many ways so much the same.

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Like it or not,
Believe it or not,
Want it or not,
See it or not,
You are in charge,
Sort of.

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You believe your words really define you?

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Heaven and hell are proportioned of consciousness.

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You are not so many things.

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Before enlightenment chop wood, carry water.
After enlightenment, really chop wood, carry water.

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Educated people are much more docile,
Much more easily manipulated.

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Committees are the pavers of hell.

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Why all this guilt?

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How surreal the genetic promises.

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Hope!?  Hope!!??
If you must hope for something,
At least hope for a quick, relatively painless death.

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Freedom creates its own slavery and slavery its own freedom.

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How many of us become our mothers and fathers?

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The harsh cold reality of this world
Is too much for most to handle
Any way but delusionally.

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The things we do to survive.

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Every flower has its day.

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It’s all about different rates of decay.

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Oh, how the mind ceaseless strives to be secure.

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An ass loses its romantic appeal on the shitter.

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Why be bound by any propriety?

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There is justice for those
Who endeavor by the rules,
Or for those lucky or fated enough
Not to be caught by the powers that be.

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Do you pay attention to your surroundings.
Or study the ground in avoidance?

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Perhaps a better ending will redeem
Its beginning and middle.
(Guffaw).

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The vanity of all disappears in the one.

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Your born, then you die.
A few breaths between.

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Old man, take a look at my life,
I’m a lot like you...

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Amazing what some will do
For even a drop of attention.

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Is s/he really worth losing your breath over?

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I’m anti your Christ.

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Always be open to the unexpected.

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Best not to let opponents know the tools
You will use to destroy them until you do.

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Each is shaped as much by limits as by capacities.

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Motivation is a study of values.

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Life plays through so many phases.

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How many ever live normal lives?
Statistics has its share of  illusions.

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To worship any form, any concept,
Is to clutch vainly at a handful of dust.

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Few will take care of anyone indefinitely
If nothing is given back, at least occasionally.

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Pleasure has many ways of killing those lacking self-discipline.
The pleasure button you live by is the pleasure button you die by.

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Violence takes many avenues.
Men have their weapons,
Women their babies.

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Be wary of those excessively craving your attention.

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One day someone finally got up the nerve to ask God
Why he created all this, and the devil in him cackled
Gleefully, “For the hell of it, friend, for the hell of it.”

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A disciplined mind chooses when
And when not to partake of the world.

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The best moments are the ones released before they happen.
It’s the quality of consciousness which counts,
Not the space and time.

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You cannot promise time forever.

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If you are intelligent, strong and lucky,
Perhaps life will not twist you too badly.

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Mutation is the brush of godness evolving the creation.

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Despite all your naming, what do you really know?

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Idealism sets you up for a great many falls.

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If you can imagine doing something,
You don’t necessarily have to do it.

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Stopping time is as simple as stopping your mind.

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Is it courtesy to your kind that you do not ignore its insanity,
Or is it the habit drilled into you by the conditioning of time?

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Every imaginable horror and every imaginable bliss lies within.

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You never know what’s going to happen.

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Same old, same old,
But for those times when you see it anew.

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Remarkable how we have allowed ourselves
To be poisoned in so many ways.

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You see your world, another theirs.
How they overlap or not is based
On commonalities and differences,
Of all the variables any life entertains.
In the course Maya meanders,
None are ever the same,
Nor are any totally different.

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Rambling the thought waves, a journey of spontaneous design.

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Most people stick with what they can stand knowing.

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Does the universe adjust to you, or you to it?
Can there be any separation, really?

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We are shaping the world into the fist that will destroy us.

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In the jungle you don’t attract the tiger’s attention.

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Seek ye the ocean deep.

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Probably any of us could end up
On the wrong side of a set of bars.

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We were not designed for these numbers.

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Color is only skin deep.
Hate is all the way through.

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Measurement has become an unquestioned mania.

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We invented the machine
And have been running
To keep up ever since.

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You separate yourself from god
Until you are ready for the responsibility.

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Learn to laugh at yourself
At least once in awhile.

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How could you possibly keep up
With everyone you ever met?

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Don’t invest too much in assholes.

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History has always been written
By those who bother to live in the past,
Those bound to the time of their imagination.

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Is it reaching a point
Where we’ve done everything
Way too many times?

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A demon is anyone who you allow
To play uncensored in your head.

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What keeps you going
But the pleasures of the senses
And intellectual curiosity?

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Ah, the pain you must endure
For all the things you cannot keep.

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I will save my own soul, thank you.

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A little experimentation is the best learning.

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The researcher, the expert, the professional,
What faith we place in modern voodoo.

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Were it so simple as black and white.
Alas, it is all as gray as gray can be.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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