16 October 2013

Chapter 276 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXVI

It is not necessarily the good who die young, perhaps it is the lucky.
Scarcely any consequences for all the who-knows-what-where-when tomfoolery
They managed to get away with before getting plucked off the stage.
Think about all the things they will not have to bother about,
All the sickness, injury, aging and whatever.
Talk about painless good fortune.

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King Midas learned his lesson, will we?

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History is a never-ending maze.

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Assumptions about anything
Have a tendency to make
For many a wrong turn.

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Where is the hunger?
Is it yours, or the body’s?
What is this sensory theater
That draws you so convincingly?

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Excluding all imaginary notions,
Have you really ever had a perception
That anybody was seeing you
The way you do?

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We may all be playing on the same stage,
But we are all wandering different universes.

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When it comes to agape, proof is in the pudding.

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It has always been you and only you,
From the very beginning, whenever that was,
If there was such a thing as time, that is.

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Nature, the forces of earth, wind, water and fire,
Will teach you everything you really need to know.

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Consciousness is fluid in a molten sort of way.

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Not everyone is inspired by dittohead froth.

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Peace on earth, goodwill toward men?
Good luck with that.

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Mastery, if there is such a thing,
Is discerning how nuances
Graph into infinity.

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Is seeking your hunger?

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So nothing left.

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To be part is to be whole.
To be whole is to be part.

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The divine existential morass
Yearning for the peace and quite
Of a little corner in the grand oblivion.

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You play out whatever seems to work for you.
Be the first on your block to break your own rules.

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For some, learning is all, the raison d'être.
For others, it is merely entertainment they seek.
But, then again, maybe that is all any of it ultimately is.
That which is god watching its Self distract its Self, so to speak.

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Nobody really wants to listen to your whining all the time,
So best find a variety of occasional, random targets,
Or, better yet, keep at least most of it to yourself.

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The face that launched a thousand endorphins.

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The one with fire in the belly,
Who can waylay his innermost fears,
Is he who will play the game no-holds-barred.

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Everyone a legend in their own mind.

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Looking for meaning and purpose?
Well, good luck conjuring that
For long or even at all.

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Perception is all.

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No cheerleaders in this camp.

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We’re all monkeys of the same flavor.

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We can kill, maim and destroy all we please.
There is nothing that really matters on the ultimate scale.
But, but, but, but, but …
Wouldn’t it be kind of a pleasant change of pace
If we could really put aside all our differences, and … perchance get along?
Do some healing … some creating … some preserving …
We can squander away this garden as we like.
Mother Nature does not care one iota
Whether this planet is layered with human beings,
Or dinosaurs, insects, vegetation … or by complete and utter desolation.
That is The Way, and we as a species can either figure it out,
Or continue driving on madly toward extinction.

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Anonymity, within and without, is a quiet, blissful existence.
Who really for long craves a paparazzi-driven fan base?

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If you intend to attend the funeral someday,
Then at least see the person a few times before they die.
Nothing like a crowd who never visited the corpse.

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Morality is a full belly and too much time on your hands.

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Another predictable example of human inanity.

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Drift into Nadaville as often as you please.
It is, after all, your life.

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Pride doeth tip the balance.

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Unconsciousness abounds,
And then gets all wacko
When it wakes up.

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Pass.

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You alien, you.

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Nothing is calling you.

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Yes, yes, insane beyond comprehension.
Deal with it, get over it, as best you can.

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The infinite mystery of eternity creates time and space,
And the thunder-perfect mind witnesses its creation.

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If you are interested in confabulations,
Delusions, and myriad other storybook fantasies,
Then put this adventure down immediately.
Go directly to Jail, do not pass Go.

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The synergy of imagination creates every possibility

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The other end of the egg, I’m afraid.

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How quickly judgment casts its pall.

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Where does all this come from?
Just a state of mind.

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Succumb, detach, observe.

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Easy come, easy go.

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No brag, just fact.

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Slumming again, eh?

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Achieve whatever calls you,
However you please,
However you are allowed.

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Where did you park, anyway?

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The difference between black and white,
Good and evil, right or left, up or down, this or that,
Is, without doubt, unfailingly, irrevocably, absolutely, arbitrary.

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Of course it is all ultimately meaningless.
All the more reason to thoroughly delude ourselves
That it is divinely purported by some entity
That, for whatever reason, cares.

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What good is a watch without the swath of eternity.

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Questions of a thousand dreams.

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Whatever the mystery is, you are, too.

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Contentment, the greatest challenge.

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You want Joy?
I’m sure she’s around here someplace.

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Doors open, doors close, c’est la vie.

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The horror, the horror.
The absurdity, the absurdity.
The inevitability, the inevitability.

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Sheep certainly are drawn to wolves.

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A strong sense of inevitability
Streams through these mortal bones.
Hardcore realism, if ever such a state can be.

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Nationalism, patriotism, xenophobia,
Are merely humankind’s genetic predisposition
Towards the egocentric group dynamic,
As parochial large as it is small.

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What is the point in killing, hating, or desecrating others
Simply because they do not look the same,
Act the same, believe the same,
Or speak the same.

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Ironic, which rhymes with sardonic,
Moronic, and any other -onics you can come up with,
If you get the drift.

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Scientists, psychologists, anthropologists,
Philosophers, mystics, and the like,
Are the paparazzi of the mind.

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All seen through a self-absorption
That eventually discerns
Self-absorption.

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Wander out of context.

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Tactics without clear strategy
Strategy without clear tactics,
Make for uncoordinated statecraft.

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In the end, nothing much will matter
As it did not before the beginning.
And actually between, as well.

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An endless exercise in redundancy,
Probably until the last wheezing breath.

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The mind is a river of time,
And for those whose discernment
Reaches the indivisibly of absoluteness,
The same mind merges into the infinity of eternity.

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Sort of a schizophrenic state of mind about all this.
Very challenging to be in the world,
And not be of it.
There are, of course,
Lesser forms of madness
Than that which many call divine.

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How many stories do you need to hear to figure it out?

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To remember as you forget is the challenge.

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Where would we be
But for the innumerable
Anonymous players in the band.

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Be the Self that Self really is.

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Gaia disrupted.

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To care, or not to care
What others think of you,
That is the question.

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There is an audience
For these many thoughts,
Just not one that is easy to discern
But through the happenstance of daily wander.

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What unrelenting tyranny the other doeth inspire.

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God doesn’t need to send a flood or plague,
We seem to be taking care of that ourselves.
Oh very young, what will you leave us this time?

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If you are paying any attention at all,
You just sort of get a feel for things at some point.
An intuitive sense of how things work.

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All fates have the same origin.
All play out to the same conclusion.
Only the dream between seems different.

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One experience after another.
Filling in the time with this or that
For as long as the body-mind endures.

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Discern the vast difference
Between self-absorption
And Self-absorption.

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Fat just got fatter.

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True or not, it sounds good.

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The imagined promise of hope,
The lie to which so many cling.

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Simplicity is profound, the profound is simple.

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The relativity of hedonism is a far-flung wander.

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The personal and impersonal intertwined in mind.

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Yes, yes, there no doubt is some plagiarism in all this wordplay,
Some intentional, some coincidental, but relatively few and far between,
And only in order to emphasize the intentions of those who bespoke them before.

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It is only an analogy, a metaphor, a symbol, a parable.
Do not make it literal.

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Lordy, but believers sure do so often
Give their belief systems a bad name.

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Systems being what they are.

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Not quite down on the knees,
But well on the way.

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Toy with the boundaries
Until they dissolve.

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Time is that timeless now.

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How large, how small,
This whatsit called singularity.

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With the right state of mind,
This could be the first time.

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The arbitrary personality you play out
Is an evolving creation of imagination.

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And from a wandering state of time
These many thoughts have come to mind.

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Any given life is likely full of regrets
About which little or nothing can really be done,
Except, perhaps, deeply forgiving your Self
And knowing it would not happen again.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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