15 October 2013

Chapter 273 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXIII

The manifest dream of consciousness,
Merely a network of nerves partnering up into senses,
And then concocting and manipulating whatever
It sees, hears, tastes, touches and smells
Into a world, and a sky full of stars.

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You are hereby nominated, if it is your calling,
To be sovereign witness to the flame of consciousness,
As freely, effortlessly, timelessly scribed,
By the awareness before time.

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Discern the simplicity in all the complexity,
And the complexity in all the simplicity.

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An eternal mystery reflected
In the ether of imagination.

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Stay tuned.

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The Great Serendipity.

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A mystery for every mind to unravel
In whatever way it will, or will not.

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You cannot do it all, you cannot see it all.
Your brief mortal existence is but an infinitesimal facet
Of the infinity of potentials of all creation.
In the eye of the inexplicable,
How can there truly be anything
But deep, abiding, heartfelt humility?

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It’s a quantum thing, eternally pure and simple,
As dexterous as spontaneity and imagination allow.

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Simply put, and so sorry to be the one stating the obvious,
There are some genes in any given puddle or pool,
That should not be passed on to the future.

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Another generation springing from the wild field
Into a unforeseeable time of devastation
Only historians will partially grasp.

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You want happiness and contentment?
Breathe well.

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Suffer every ephemeral temptation
Until the insistent grip of desire
Surrenders its illusory hold.

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Unconstituted meaning.

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Attitude is everything.
Everything is attitude.

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Necessity will find its day.

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The peace that knows no bounds
Good-naturedly endures within.

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Stick to the basics: good air, water and food,
And your existence will be as healthy
As the genetic fate will allow.

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Those who spend their lives to helping others
Abide with much less pain and suffering
In a state of detached compassion.

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The same immortal, essence resides in all forms
And the matrix in which all creation ever abides.

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The subtlety of even the most simple reality
Requires a lifetime of steady attention.

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Archetypes of one psychosis or another.

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Irony and paradox hath no bounds.

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The farthest reaches
Of your infinite universe
Is just beyond your big toes.

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A cancer by any other name
Would destroy the same.

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So, what now?

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Reborn with every breath.

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All differences are arbitrary.

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The mind’s craving
For the sanctuary of continuity
Is what creates this dysfunctional paradigm.

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We are each our own best, sometimes worst friend.

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It takes time and practice to learn anything well.
You needn’t be the greatest to enjoy the process.

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What is the mind that is absolutely, effortlessly attentive.

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Pay attention to whatever now time will allow.

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Consistency, commitment, forevermore,
What exactly is that state of mind, anyway?

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Even in the most absolute bedlam,
You are always doing nothing.
Or is nothing doing you?

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It isn’t all about you.
It’s all about You.

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Where would we be
Without oil, electricity,
And a prehensile thumb?

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Now is the time.
The time is now.

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Another face of Soul,
Twisting in the winds of time.

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Born again and again and again,
Each and every moment
For as long
As the given vessel allows.

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Why pretend you know anyone?
What you think you know
Is only what you’ve been shown,
And what you are capable of perceiving.

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Editor’s notes are strewn throughout,
As many contingencies accounted for as possible.
The Hydra of the times to come, and of humanity’s response to it,
Is akin to accurately predicting any crap roll.

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The time of realignment with the natural order is at hand.
Do not allow the muddle of vain self-absorption
Over the given rules of the game
Ever happen again.

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Shouldn’t be too many duplicates in all this,
But, if they do exist, it will, indeed,
Take some keen reading
To find them.

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Absurdity rules.

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A cauldron of soup
Takes its time heating up,
But once a-boil,
The stew
Is without respite.

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Laugh about what you can,
When you can,
As often as you can.

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The dependency on technology
Is laced with dubious paradox.

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Those who are truly
The richest and most powerful
Are the ones most satisfied with the least,
The ones who have discerned the reverie for what it is,
The ones to whom Death is a steadfast friend.

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Most people seem to be relatively weak and foolish
About how the so-called civilized world works.
If they are very lucky, they have leaders
Who operate in their best interest.
If not, well, history
Has more than a few stories
Of the many ways power can be abused.

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Any given existence is really just
A streaming figment of imagination.

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Physics 101, pure and simple.

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A message of hope, how useless is that?

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Within and without, all is.

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Life, an often interesting,
Sometimes painful distraction.

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Ethical dilemmas are the luxury
Of a full belly and a secure bed.

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You must fathom very closely
To gauge the indivisible tranquility
Of eternity’s ageless now.

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There is nothing to become
When you are already it.

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This life is an opportunity
To wake up and realize what you
And everything else
Really are.

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Humankind is not on the surest course
For a happy Hollywood ending.

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A body of work
That scribed its Self
Through this hand.

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Survival is a privilege,
Not necessarily a right.

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Please, explain again
Why someone else is to blame
For your screwed-up life.

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Moving toward immortality
That’s been there all the while.

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Quanta Play Productions

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What a downer you can be.

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A universal mind forged of stardust.

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A species inspired by vain ignorance
Is a species hell-bent upon extinction.

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They are waving that flag again, proceed with caution.

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These are cut-to-the-chase writings
Distilled of this existence’s many meanders.
What would this life have been, had they been in hand
When the many, many adventures first began so many years ago?

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Man-made order is of the natural order,
But without it’s detached spontaneity.

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The holographic cloak
Of the cosmic consciousness
Again descends upon the dreaming.

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You are given a life.
What you make of it is
(Not entirely) up to you.

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So many visions to embrace or not.
Discern your own,
And know the source of all.

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Where would they be, what would they do,
Without all their little electronic baubles?

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Try to forgive those who are different.

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Not many places a life form of some sort
Can’t find a foothold in one niche or another.

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An urge to sit utterly still for all eternity,
And another to get up, move about, and think,
Nearly simultaneous.

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Life has always been a fairly seasonable, pleasurable excursion
For those who, through genetic lottery, were so fortunate to be born
Into a comfortable character, in a reasonably favorable time and space.
And for the rest, well, who was it really said, “Let them eat cake”?

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What suffering it has taken to try to help you along.

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Enjoy every distraction that stumbles your way.
Just try to remember the ultimate calling
As often as the mortal faire allows.

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A nice guy making his way,
With an occasional dip into evil incarnate,
Just to balance things out.

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Why all this effort?

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Beneath your perfect wisdom
Is the vapor made of diamond.

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The thread of eternal beingness,
Weaves its way in every moment.

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Another very momentous wander.

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Generally, those who are drowning
Pay more serious attention to the riptide
Pulling them into the vast unknown.

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Across the playing board, in every theater,
All dress and behave as their surroundings dictate.
Why should any culture be considered
Any superior to any other?

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Peer intuitively through the eyes and ears
Of all creatures great and small,
And you will likely discern
All things much more compassionately
Than you could have ever begun to have imagined.

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Being an antichrist, in the highest sense,
Ain’t really such a bad thing.
Probably not exactly
What any given group is expecting.

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Odds are you won’t live to see tomorrow.

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A beautiful face can hide a demon,
A disagreeable one, disguise an angel.

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A discerning eye is at best
An ironic, paradoxical blessing.

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Be mindful of your projections.

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Sometimes it’s best to move.
Sometimes it’s best to be still.
Knowing the difference,
Ahh, that’s the rub.

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All them nerves sure can be bothersome
When pain’s reaper comes a-calling.

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Sometimes god is a conservative-liberal.
Other times a liberal-conservative.
When he is not a complete
And utter asshole, that is.

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We are really no different
From any other creature great or small.
Ants playing out an ever-changing, touchy-feely dream.

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The astute observation and measurement of true science
Is surely more accurate than any superstition or tradition.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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