Leftovers and Soundbites Transferred
to “The Return to Wonder” from “Breadcrumbs 2018”
(a.k.a. “Unfolding Next Round 2018”)
Chapter 278
What is it you think can be saved that was ever you or yours in the first place?
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Regarding the maze you meander in your mind, always feel free to take a sit.
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Histories often whitewash truth, and even more often wash it away completely.
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Imagination is the creator of all.
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Taking the world personal is the first and last error.
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The busy mind loves a conspiracy.
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Same stage, different universes.
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Truth or idolatry, you choose.
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It seemed a priority at the time.
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Awaken to your mind’s content.
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The odds nail everyone to a cross of their own making.
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Imagination is all.
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You are, you have always been, you will ever be, if time was real, that is.
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All the clever things we just have to say and do.
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Does the world, the universe, exist if you give it no thought?
How can time and space and all it many facades
Ever find home in the no-mind?
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Pleasure and pain are different sides of the same coin,
With just about the same probability in the long haul.
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Are you able, are you willing,
At least in the here-and-there-every-once-and-awhile,
To boot your world, your universe,
Out of your head?
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To remain still and clear, even in the most turbulent winds,
The most absurd, intolerable, rancorous moments,
Is indeed one of life’s greater challenges.
Even the most enlightened, most awakened gurus
Surely roll their eyes and grind their teeth every now and then.
Chapter 279
Cause and effect, ebb and flow, there and back, future and past,
How could the dreamtime continue on and on and on without them?
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The least common denominator
Is the pure awareness you truly are,
That source that abides all dreams as one.
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Yet another lie.
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The challenge is to wake up and not get fooled again.
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Nothing to dogma about.
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You can never know what will or will not happen once you are gone.
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Are you slave or master, or simply alone and free?
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Another day of wandering neuron trails as if they existed.
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Drams is what happens when busy minds run amok.
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You are the truth personified.
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What point trying to convince others of that which offers so little.
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Cannot prove anything, really.
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Is habit anything more than mind’s attachment to the body’s chemical play?
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Do not believe all the stories you hear.
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Speculation is not knowing.
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Yes, that was a lie, too.
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Negation is the means to a pointless state.
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What is death but return to the oblivion you have only pretended to know.
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So many dominos; hard to flick just one.
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Regarding suicide, not everyone feels obligated to play the game.
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And not even the hint of squealing brakes.
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I love my kids too much to bring them here.
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Yet another factoid so inconsequential as to be negligible.
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Forget me, forget me not.
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Setting the windy mind in stone just ain’t going to happen.
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It is only a crime if you are caught.
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Betray or incite true believers at your own peril.
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God is but one of the inventions of ignorance.
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Them assumptions, they sure will take you down many a path.
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You create your self; you discern your Self.
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Consciousness is slathered in soot of the quantum kind.
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No harm in not knowing.
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Some daze you feel young, and some daze you feel old.
The ecstasies and agonies of the nerve-ridden mortal frame
Weave many shades from light to dark for the mind to endure.
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Strategy without tactics is as ineffectual as tactics without strategy.
An even-keeled process requires synchronized, all-inclusive design.
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Do not be too smug in your satori.
It is but a moment in the timeless journey of liberation,
And makes you no superior than any jester saddled up on a corner bar stool.
Chapter 280
How many zeroes will it take?
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What is any life but the flashes of perception we call memory.
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Look who’s in charge now.
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Gaia is coming unhinged. Oh woe to the future.
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What is the world, the universe, but a quantum dream ever consuming itself.
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Intuition may get the ball rolling, but logical, rational thinking will plumb true.
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Indifference is its own reward.
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To truly know nothing is a wondrous state of mindfulness.
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To find, one must seek, but what do when the quest is complete?
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It is only in the finite that infinity can frolic.
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The seeker of peace has to be pretty detached to get by in this world.
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Everything’s the same, and nothing’s the same.
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The Hypocrisy! The Hypocrisy!
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What bother to carry a world, a universe, around in your wee noggin.
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There are killer bees, and there are idiot bees.
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Infinitesimal, finite, infinite, what difference, really?
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Does it all have to be so predictable?
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You puny little identity in your puny little body is not what you truly are.
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The quantum rhapsody must be played alone.
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The entire human paradigm is a collusion of delusion.
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God must be very small to be rattling around in so many heads.
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To be content with nothing is a rare calling.
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To be absolute, or not to be absolute, that is the question.
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Cause and effect, ebb and flow, there and back, future and past,
How could the dreamtime continue on and on and on without them?
Chapter 281
So many ways to suffer.
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Your world, your universe, breathe it in, breathe it out.
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Another day of watching the universe gorge upon itself.
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Shit happens.
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Have no of the god that does not exist.
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The mystery is like a matryoshka doll without the matryoshka doll.
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What a clingy thing, consciousness.
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If happens.
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How meaningless satori if you close your eye again.
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Discern the awareness where measurement means nothing.
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How can that which is nothingness ever change?
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The cascade is underway.
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Naught but a dream that never really happened.
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Microscopes and telescopes are but tools, it the mind’s eye that discerns.
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Enough with the pedestals, already.
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How much is too much?
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The entire human paradigm is founded upon imaginary confabulation.
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Find your own hole.
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What is the body but a cage of flesh and bones.
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Ciao, ciao.
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It is your life; spend it how you will, if you have the courage.
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There is no knowing.
Chapter 282
Answer me this: How is it you have never seen your face?
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Breathe in one set of moments, breathe out another … Life, ever-changing.
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Disrespect is a magnet for revenge.
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All judgment is about differences that exist in mind only.
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Light monkey, gray monkey, dark monkey; all the same monkey.
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The sins of men are many, but sin, it is nothing.
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No need to formalize that which has no form.
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Why call sex ‘making love’? ‘Making lust’ is far more accurate.
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There appear to be many mysteries, but ultimately there is only one Mystery.
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The is-was-will-ever-be of it all.
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For consciousness to be content requires great discernment.
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No mask is bound by the part it seems to portray.
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How could it be arrogant to be what you truly are.
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From an essential mind, essential things are discerned.
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Moral compass, what is that, anyway?
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As differences are to indivisibility, illusion is to reality.
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Living for likes, is there anything more hollow?
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Aging is about compensating enough to keep moving.
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Consciousness is but a subset of awareness.
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The moment you were conceived, so was death, so why worry?
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What a thing to spend existence fending off the aloneness.
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The whole of consciousness is but a quantum-neural storm playing time.
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The shoulda, the coulda, and the woulda.
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Conditioning is all.
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Is truth about you, or are you about truth?
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All your meanings, all your purposes, are but the fantasies of vanity.
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Death is disappearing without a trace.
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The dreamer is the dream; the dream is the dreamer.
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It is delusion that hurts, not truth.
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So many of the things we call pleasurable, are they really?
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Death will happen on a day just like today.
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Suspend the animation.
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What are the vanities, power and fame and fortune, but distractions
From the source of all that is mystery, all that is unknown, all that is eternal.
The impenetrable, ineffaceable, indivisible awareness that is timelessly ever-present.
Chapter 283
Past and future are but vanity projected upon any imaginary timeline.
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Good god, look in the mirror, play your gray.
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Trying to justify your existence is a rat wheel in the mind.
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Yet another universe created by imagination.
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Another day of pretend underway.
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There is no good guy in a home invasion.
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Religion foments dogma, dogma foments disharmony, disharmony foments destruction.
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Does anybody really die until you do?
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Imagination is a time machine that can travel anywhere but the present.
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Consciousness is an ever-changing show of imagination.
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Nothing exists for less than a moment.
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Dream on, Dreamer.
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Another day of wandering and pondering about in the ethereal manifest.
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Reject everything; abide in nothing.
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There are no scriptures, only writings.
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There is only one mystery in this dreamtime; one mystery with many faces.
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Forgiveness is its own redemption.
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What is all this longing for more, more, more, but an emptiness that can never be filled.
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Every truth a lie unto its Self.
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The intensity of passion is the source of all pleasure, all pain.
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A leader cannot lead where followers will not follow.
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To die every moment while conscious is an meditation worth exploring.
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What need hath the void for light or sound, or even dark or silence?
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Waiting for nothing to happen.
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Spies can be handy, especially if more inspired by loyalty than coin.
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So many ways to suffer; so little time.
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A leader who does not value honesty runs greater risks of failure in any long run.
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Truth is not a thing, nor is it a non-thing.
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Perfect stillness, perfect Self.
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Say yes, do yes; say no, do no; say maybe, do maybe.
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What is this mind that is conditioned to perpetually justify its illusion?
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Yet another of the usual suspects.
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Hypocrite!
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Rhyme? Reason? What the hell are you talking about?
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Do not just say yes, do yes; do not just say no, do no; do not just say maybe, do maybe.
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Doubt is the key, and even that only takes most so far.
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Anonymity within and without is the greatest freedom, and it is free if you can master it.
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Illusion is all.
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What is small, what is large, in calling something short or tall?
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Words are such incomplete, tenuous assumptions.
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The universe without is but a reflection of the one within, as infinite as it is infinitesimal.
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What is death but evaporating back into stardust.
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Philosophy is the solace of those who have not sought out the greater vanities.
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A new discovery every moment.
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The flames of power, fame, and fortune singe many an envious wing.
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The mind is but an obscure eye.
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Is anything ever good enough for a mind steeped in dissatisfaction?
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So many Bodhi trees, so little time.
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What part of “without attributes” don’t you get?
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Can you ever be too careful?
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Contentment, the final refuge.
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For some, even the surest kick to the derrière promotes little effect.
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Congratulations on holding true to your meme.
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Objectivity is a myth to which science subscribes, but can never grasp.
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Vanity rules us all.
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The monkey mind is very adept at waylaying any doubt.
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Art is the remedy for the peaks and valleys of the creative mind.
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Even blind or deaf or mute or anosmic or numb, you are it and it is you.
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Yet another clinging to what was as if it matters.
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All politics is but rhetoric; do not seek truth in the abyss between two or more.
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Soooo … How is a god man or god woman supposed to behave?
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Lean air up in them ivory towers.
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Even the greatest pharaohs, the greatest kings, were nothing more than pawns of fate.
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Purpose and meaning … Say whaaaat?!!
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The most likely reason for your cause of death is having been born in the first place.
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Retirement is about doing as little as possible as often as possible.
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Once was enough.
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Patience is more than a virtue; it is a vital aspect to existence.
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Even the fool has rhyme and reason.
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What’s wrong with that?
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What happens to the mind when it ceases creating its universe?
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Sound oxygen management is always good policy.
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What is death but the end of caring.
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Enough is never enough for more than a few.
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The challenge may not be as much about finding the truth as it is letting go the false.
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Big Bang or Big Speculation?
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Play the mask.
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Regarding being completely and utterly detached, it is far easier to talk about.
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We are all windows of time watching history unfold.
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Even the village idiot may discern gleaning of wisdom on rare occasion.
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Existence may be painful, but is it better than nothing?
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Scars in both body and mind are the reminders of your many misadventures.
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Your sovereignty is the quantum source within.
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Nothing defies gravity forever.
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Is beauty really even skin deep?
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Show me a boundary, and I will show you it is but an imaginary figment in your mind.
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What’s that about?
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What conditioning, what groupthink, it takes to charge into the blaze of battle.
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What choice do you have in the matter, really?
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Legacy … Posterity … Pfft!
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So very much alone, and so unhappy about it … Why?
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However immeasurable the universe and all its creations,
It ever begins with the eternal awareness you are right now.