14 April 2013

Chapter 146 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXLVI

We are all cast into one role or another
And the irony is that you didn’t even ask for it.

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How do you greet the day?
With anticipation, indifference or dread?

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What kind of life is it
Trying to keep up with the Joneses?

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It can be translated broadly or narrowly.

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Hello again as you have always been.

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Recycle all you pleas,
It’s all for naught if we cannot curb
Our numbers and consumption.

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So many memories drift again and again
To the changing surface of consciousness.

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Approaching death vainly is pointless.

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The nature-nurture lottery.

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How can there be so much time to do all this?
Too incredible.

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We are all growing old together.

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But not to you.

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Interesting how the synapses
Sometimes cross into new memories.
How fickle perception can be.

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And even if you do start over,
It will be just as new and fresh and timeless
As it was this time around.

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All are uniquely similar.

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Memories do not for a life make.

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Oh, my gawd.

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Chew on that for awhile.

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God is as permanent as you are.

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Life is too short to placate too many fools.

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Human beings are by their nature
Liars, cheats, thieves, scavengers, fools,
Murderers, rapists, molesters, and ad infinitum.
You name it, we as a species have done it all.

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Humble pride.

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Enlarge your world, your universe, your frame of mind,
Till all boundaries fall away and you are the grace of infinity.

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Looking for a greener pasture?

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Don’t let pride be your misfortune.

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Drink when you’re thirsty,
Eat when you’re hungry,
Sleep when you’re tired,
Move when you’re dynamic.
Think when you’re thoughtful,
Sit when you’re Self-possessed.

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The hourglass seems to drain
More and more quickly.

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There’s more to management than firing people.

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Infinitely ageless.

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If you want image,
You don’t want me.

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When you understand language,
You are the license.

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Defend what’s worth defending,
Surrender what’s not.

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Dresser drawers and closet doors
Can be pretty handy organizers.

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Laying claims that cannot be sustained.

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Is “free love” an oxymoron?

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Where the hell did that hour go?

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Regarding shit,
Some sinks, some floats,
More often than not, it stinks.

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Love is free, but sex will cost you.

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We’re all the seed of godness.

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Oh twisted stars.

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Infinite patience,
For almost ten seconds.

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Not guilty,
And no regrets.

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Gosh, imagine that.

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Why do we always need experts to tell us the obvious?

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We’ll all be dead by the time the researchers finish their studies.

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What does “make love” mean?

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For relatively short term results, we have unleashed
An unenviable chemical experiment upon the future.

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Do you live for life now, or retirement later?

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Oh goodie, a spot clearing for the next corner store.

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What game this time?

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Another duplication of experience.

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And then call it love.

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Why oh why do some people wear so much perfume?

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So humble and pious in their out-of-period costuming.

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To the children it can be said,
Enjoy childhood while you are still innocent
Of the charges yet to be brought.

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How far will science and technology go
Before nature reigns its endless manipulation
Back from the brink of foolish endeavor?

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‘Twas not your destiny to join in
For more than short durations.

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To truly understand those they reign,
Kings must don the many rags
Their kingdoms offer.

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The practice nonchalance of a poser.

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Frankenstein’s monstrous fiction was nothing
Compared to the direction some are exploring.

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You must be very simple
To allow death’s entry.

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Childhood ends with the recognition of forms.

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Whoo-hoo.

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This seed no womb shall know.

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Fish hooks aren’t designed to let go.

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What distance from throne to gutter, really?

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Happy Birthday,
Happy Mothers Day,
Happy Christmas,
Happy Fourth of July,
Happy Easter,
Happy Fathers Day.
Happy, Happy, Happy.

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That’s your illusion-delusion, not mine.

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There’s nothing to follow,
Everything to be.

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Another Princess Complex.

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The memory of innocence floods in.

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Darkness makes all equal.

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We are so preoccupied with preserving the dream.

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Go ahead, give it a name.
Any name.
It doesn’t matter which.

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Some people just need to control others,
Perhaps because of some deep-seated fear
Related to a botched job of potty-training.

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What makes any thing
More valuable anything else?

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Cynics are former idealists whose world
Didn’t fulfill their expectations.
Transcend cynicism.

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All great times are born
From one pile of ashes or another.
Will the future ever achieve what this one has?

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How quickly boon can turn to tragedy
And tragedy to boon.

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How high will we build
Our collective pile of gold
Before it turns to sand?

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As if god really builds his universe
Around your every need and wish.

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Can you hold onto your wits in an emergency?

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Traveling light keeps logistics simple.

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Let the crowd lead.
You are bound by their limitations, anyway.

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What a rush.

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Been there, done that.
Don’t need to do it again.

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How amazing that we give the city’s wants
Precedence over the land’s needs.

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Follow fools and you will come to foolish ends.

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Doing the dick thing.

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One time was enough, really.
Thanks just the same.

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Just wait, and see what happens.

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Death is merely time’s end.

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Half of humanity has a penis,
And the other a vagina.
What’s the big deal?

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Just something else to forget.

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You never know where an orifice has been.

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Mistakes are a part of living.
Don’t harbor in them.

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You appear to have a fate beyond measurement.

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Imagination can be far sweater
Or more bitter than reality.

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Was life a gift to you,
Or some state, church or corporate entity?

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Revenge allows the pleasure of time.

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Specks in your mind.

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You cannot keep shitting on yourself
And expect to stay clean.

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Only the lonely are damned.

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But for the mind,
Every moment is newly born.

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You don’t need to be lonely
Just because the world insists on it.

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Grok me, baby.

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The one and only.

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Death is the remedy to all you suffering.

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You are the word and the light
Here to tell the world how dark it really is.

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Amazing how a thin layer of dead skin
Creates so much vain drama.

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Imagine the big bang just a crap table roll.
Sorry, Mr. Einstein.

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Time is only as real as imagination pretends.

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Why ruin that?

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Beneath any surface is an immeasurable ocean.

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Heaven is momentary;
Hell, time.

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Oh to be young again,
And whatever you desire.

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But soft, one moment doeth drift
With bold surety into the next.

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Even wallflowers dance.

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There is no sanctuary in time.

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Some are good, some are bad, some are ugly.
All fates find the same grave.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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