Leftovers and Soundbites Transferred
to “The Return to Wonder” from “Breadcrumbs 2019”
and All Future Times Beyond
Chapter 015
If you are going to feel guilty about something,
Probably best not to do it in the first place.
“Know thy Self” is always good policy.
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The ancient world that is all life’s foundation,
Did not necessarily arrive at this moment in time
Through political correctness or ethical consideration.
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How easy it is to fall into a descending spiral of self-pity over one’s lot in life.
To stay strong, to stand tall in the bittersweet winds of fate, is ever a challenge.
Chapter 250
Do nothing and nothing will do nothing to you.
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How many ways there are to cut the eternal pie.
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Pain is the teacher, but what have you learned?
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Patterns all, puppets all.
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Something for everyone.
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It is what it is.
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A quantum dream no matter how many dimensions.
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Distractions only distract; they do not make you any less alone.
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Is there anything more enjoyable than gratuitous anything?
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Existence is the imagined time between indifferent sleep.
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Watch the judgment.
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Like nobody has done or said it before.
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The Reaper is always hovering just a breath away.
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To wrap your mind around the mystery, you must unwrap your mind.
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Speculation is the root of all inanity.
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There is no becoming, there is only being.
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History is testament to hell on earth.
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No need to fear what you really truly are and are not: just be it.
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Redemption for what, pray tell?
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Shallow breathing; do not do it.
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Only the living dead have risen.
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Imbibe the chaos and all its order.
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Here you are right here right now: Redeem your Self.
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History will consume you if you allow it.
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Who is ever really ready for their last day?
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Truer than true … Say what?
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Strike hard, strike fast, strike true.
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It is not win or lose, it is win or learn.
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No matter what you believe, it is all speculation.
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Process is life; arrival, death.
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It is only flesh and bones; rise above it.
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No individual or group changes the course of history.
All merely play out their relatively insignificant part
In its already-written-in the-sands-of-time chronicle.
Chapter 251
Wisdom is connecting the dots.
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… blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah … ad infinitum …
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Gaia is a dream world of eternity.
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Your true nature is emptiness.
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You are but a brief mortal dream of the immortality of eternity.
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You cannot know truth; you can only be it.
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Hell is in the details, and history is creator of its future-past.
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A worthy windmill if you enjoy futility.
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Harder to let go than it is to hold on, until its not.
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Less is the new more.
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Nothing is, nothing is not.
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In the whole mind, awareness is all, thunder perfect.
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Nobody knows nothing but what they imagine so.
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More parts, more bother.
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Different ways of looking only create more differences.
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The judge is his own executioner.
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You do not exist in the way you think.
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To thine own Self be true.
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The mind stilled by full attention merges into eternity.
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Vanity tolerates no rival.
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Yes, there is eternal life, but it is nothing you think.
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Who was that masked man?
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Is it “I Am” or “Am I?”
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You ain't seen nothing yet.
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The inherent violence of greed never bodes well for the meek.
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Of the unknown, nothing can be known.
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The man behind the curtain cannot save you.
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It be good policy, if you are of independent mind,
To back away from anyone who wants to lead you.
Chapter 252
What has not been usurped?
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The partial mind can never grasp the whole mind in which it partitions itself.
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Nothing is not matter, and does not matter, either.
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Awareness is as close to seeing and being as it gets.
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The future is getting uglier and uglier in every way every day.
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Time is the living death of consciousness.
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To discern clearly is to aimlessly wander the untrammeled pathless.
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Anything can be written and rewritten again and again.
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It is how we roll.
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Your political clout is only as strong as your base.
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What is any conquest but home invasion on a grand scale.
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The way of war, the way of peace, each chooses in his their own mind.
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Breathe in contentment, breath out contentment.
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Rage on.
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Did it ever begin? Does it ever end?
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The way of life is the way of death.
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The mind will consume whatever notion draws its eye.
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Necessity is the best teacher, followed closely by pain.
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The dysfunctional loop is not easily overridden.
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What is a mind free of all prescriptions?
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Nothing that can be imagined is what it is and is not.
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How can just being, be any sort of goal?
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Now is the timeless dreamtime of all yesterdays and tomorrows.
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Judge, jury, executioner, all in one, one in all.
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Even wisdom is only as deep as illusion allows.
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Security, is there ever enough?
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Yet another one of those many curious things with which vanity is so absorbed.
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True science is not a political subject.
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Ain't nobody askin', ain't nobody tellin'.
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Mindless belief – tedious, senseless, stupid – is the lazy way.
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What you say, what you do, has absolutely nothing to do
With what you really are, or with what you really are not.
Chapter 253
There is no changing destiny into something it already is.
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Doubt is the rarest of commodities.
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How poor the rich who still crave more, more, more, ever more.
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The end of the story is the end of history.
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The consuming mind is an insatiable thing without the tether of awareness.
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History: read it and weep.
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Prescriptions tend to get forgotten in one haze or another.
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There is nothing to discover.
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The eggshell of conditioning is but an imaginary shell.
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Are you insane, or jsut not playing the game?
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Why resist the immutable?
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Far easier to idolize someone else’s Self than it is to discern your own.
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You, scientist.
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Every student gleans something different from any given teacher.
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The web of futility is a many-spidered thing.
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You woke up again this morning; your story continues.
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It is all in your head.
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You do because you can, and you can because you do.
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What are you trying to prove? And to who?
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Planned obsolescence is the cancer of modern man.
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The everything, the nothing.
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Imagination is all, all is imagination.
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The empty of full; the full of empty.
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You cannot win an argument against ignorance.
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Imagination is a quantum magic carpet ride through awareness.
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Who are the wealthiest but those indifferent to wealth.
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How can the cosmos the eyes perceive and mind conceives ever be real?
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Relatively easy to win an argument if there is no one to argue with.
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Only the delusion inspired by DNA would find a newborn adorable.
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The joy of existence them details are not.
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For those who truly seek that which is roots out that which is not.
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What goes up must come down is a statistical certainty.
No edifice – tower or mountain or universe – stands forever.
Chapter 254
Give it no mind.
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All is but imaginary notion.
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Why resist the inevitable?
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We are time machines of the meaty kind.
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A sensory play fostered by imagination.
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In every mind, a different universe.
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Full enough, yet?
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Every passion has its destiny, death rules us all, the world wags on.
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We are but dreams in each other’s minds.
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The biological imperative will out.
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Some people you laugh with, and others you cannot help but laugh at.
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Alas, poor Yorick! Alas, poor Monkey!
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Joy, more to forget.
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There is nothing normal.
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There is nothing not normal.
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Nothing is but what you think it.
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What matters, what does not matter, very much the same
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All different, all the same.
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Only after that last wheezing breath will it be too late to change your mind.
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Full breath or shallow, you pass through it the same.
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The dead are used as the living choose.
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Nothing exists but the dreamtime of imaginary notion.
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The world, the universe, that imagination built.
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Truth is not some sliver of a dimension exclusive to humankind.
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To be free of time is to be free of mind.
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What is will but consciousness balled up with intention.
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The all-seeing eye discerns with an all-seeing mind.
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Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
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Nothing will never make a difference.
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Wander your universe free and clear.
There is nothing to do, nothing to resolve.
Redemption is for each alone to discern within.
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Attend, perceive, discern, embrace, synergize, gestalt,
The birth and death, the creation and destruction, of every moment,
As often as the body-mind in the given circumstance allows.
Chapter 255
Well, well, well.
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Déjà vu all over again.
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What the fuck were you thinking?
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We all have our timeline.
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What cannot be know cannot be usurped.
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Deign it merit?
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The madness that is sane is the mind that sets an aimless course.
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The inner eye, both empty and full, sees all, knows all, is all.
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Life, it'll kill ya.
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An imaginary creation, a tale of universal proportion.
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Vanity-vanity-all-is-vanity, except for pure awareness of the eternal kind.
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What is any history but the fog of perception.
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Scream or moan or laugh, the roller coaster rolls on and on.
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Feng that shui.
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Every moment a new discovery in the mind undivided by time.
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If your practice is idolatry, then you have missed the point.
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The point being?
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Detachment is key.
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Are you this? Are you that? No and no.
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How quickly the sparkle of obsession can morph into dark shadows.
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Contentment is when just being is enough.
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This world is not for you, shake it off.
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What you do not give your mind to does not matter.
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Travel light, travel sure, travel free.
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It is your world now, kids, rotsa ruck.
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What the tongue craves is not necessarily what the tummy needs.
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Give it no name.
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There is no before, there is no after, there is only now.
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The corporeal body is but a means to a dream,
A temporal reverie of the three-dimensional kind.
Chapter 256
Let the gods double-double-toil-and-trouble with all their judgments.
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Boggling how simple it all is, if you manage to lose your mind.
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Dust you ever are.
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People come, people go, vanity rules.
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All boundaries are born of imagination.
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It does not need to mean anything.
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For far too many, enough is not an option.
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To be born is to die each and every moment.
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There is no copyright on wisdom.
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Every birth a new universe; every death an end.
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Nothing doing.
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What circus calls you?
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The joy of imagination is that you do not have to go there.
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The ever-present is, well, ever-present.
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Truth is the filament in every moment's birth and death.
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Wisdom has no bounds.
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The race of nothing to nowhere.
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It all is nothing more than a dream of mind.
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Define good, define bad, if you can.
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There is nothing to do, so do it well.
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Artificial intelligence for an artificial world.
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Die to everything but the awareness you truly are.
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Once again the deadline is postponed.
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The flesh is weak, and daily weaker.
Chapter 257
The unknowable unknown is, well, unknowable.
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Holding onto nothing.
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"See you tomorrow" can be a dubious assumption.
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Not holding onto nothing.
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Eternity is all, attached to none.
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What is any gourmet meal but just another pile of shit waiting to happen.
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Detachment is a blade unto Self.
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It is only vanity that believes anything important.
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How long can forever be if time is an illusion?
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Feed them a lie and they will follow; feed them the truth and stand alone.
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What is it to awaken? And is it worth arguing about?
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Truth serves no purpose.
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If it defied physics, it probably did not happen.
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How can that which was never born ever die?
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History has proven over and over again, that anything can be usurped.
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The sands of time are written in the stars.
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Let go the conditioned mind.
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Have you ever really moved in any way, any shape, any form?
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The winds of mind are the winds of time.
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Every mind, a lie unto its Self.
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Lose your mind.
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Time to start brushing up for the contentment trophy.
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Only imagination imagines itself alive.
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Talk is cheap.
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What direction does vanity call you today?
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What’s to do?
Chapter 258
True science is an unblinking, unwavering, unallied eye.
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Even the most exotic venue can become dull after the first day.
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A life well-lived is nothing well done.
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Rejecting the human paradigm is an option.
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God of man, man of god, one in the same.
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What true scientist is not also a philosopher?
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Too late for all but the most disconcerted, willing and able to let go.
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Every seed has its fate.
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The Truth and Nothing But the Truth
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Nothing muffled about the accusatory question.
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You are the grist; you are the mill.
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If it is a concept, it is not truth.
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You are responsible; you are not responsible.
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You are as large as you are small, as small as you are large.
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You must figure it all out for your Self.
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Same grist, another day at the mill.
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Always look any gift horse in the mouth.
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Nothing matters, and even nothing does not matter.
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There is no I am, only I amming.
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Buddhists and Christians aplenty; Buddhas and Christs, rare indeed.
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No matter the point and purpose, all ambition clouds the mind.
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Mind your own awareness.
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Doubt is a rare commodity.
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There is no path through emptiness.
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Might makes right; always has, always will.
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There is only one teacher in the universe; one teacher, with many faces.
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The worms are licking their lips.
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What need for a solution when there was never really a problem.
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Oh, happy choiceless.
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The only thing smart about most smart phones is the phone.
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Yet another Ground Hog Day underway.
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A cosmic joke about which it is not always easy to laugh.
Chapter 259
How can anyone see, much less care about, everything they do not know?
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The ever-changing is, well, ever changing.
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Fill your Self with the absoluteness that transcends the imaginary persona.
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In these our times, Old School is every moment dying.
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To see nothing, be nothing.
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Adventures happen, if you have the courage to allow them.
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A lot of words, all for nothing.
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Wake up in whatever way you will, it does not matter, it is but a dream.
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Never trust history to tell you the truth.
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What a burden it is to be responsible for someone else's happiness.
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The quietude of which so many speak is beyond all pales.
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Alone … alone … alone … so utterly alone you ever are.
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Why keep coming back? Surely, one life well-lived is more than enough.
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The roving sun births a new year on this spinning mirage of quantum design.
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Yet another edifice of mind for eternity to unravel.
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Hell is in the details.
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How can forever be any longer than you?
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Emotional lunacy strikes again.
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All better now, until the next trip and fall in some other now.
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Well, that answers it, then.
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Cut to the gist.
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More is less; less is more.
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Another round of that ancient game show: Name That Vanity.
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Go back from whence you came.
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No history can never be more than a story.
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Intuition is imagination’s rabbit hole.
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There are some secrets best taken to the grave.
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You create your own yoke – heavy or light or nonexistent –
It is up to you and the level of attachment to your dreamtime.
Chapter 260
Tyranny sculpts both cowards and martyrs.
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Let us not confuse humanity with humanity.
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Too hot, too cold, whiners all.
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How can creator and creation not be the same?
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Pretty amazing the different universes our bodies play out.
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The quest for peace is a solitary trek.
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Morality is a convenient distraction.
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There is no other, never was, will never be.
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The ultimate irony and paradox is always speaking of time as if it were real.
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The joy of the long stroll is without compare.
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What a burden it is to be made responsible for someone else’s happiness.
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The body is going to die someday, so why not my its own hand?
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Close encounters of the third kind playing out daily.
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Give me anonymity, or give me death.
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Science is only as potent as eye and technology allow.
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Only in the absoluteness of pure awareness is there an end to relativity.
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The seed of tomorrow is in today, and yesterday but an imaginary tale.
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What a burden it is to be responsible for someone else's happiness.
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History is everywhere and nowhere.
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The body lives, the body dies, and imagination imagines between.
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The real you in a nut shell.
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History is relative to every eye that discerns it.
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You are a conditioned recording, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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Truth does not exist because the eternal moment it is, is not.
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What are sight and sound and taste and smell and feeling,
But vibration interpreted by the mind steeped in illusion.
Chapter 261
You are indelibly linked to the mystery of origin; there are no intermediaries.
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You are not what you do; you are not what you say.
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Why be bound by any human concoction?
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Dates and times may vary.
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So many things to care about, what’s the point of bothering anymore?
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You are the ever-emanating now, radiating an imaginary universe.
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The world and all its attributes are but stardust in your mind.
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Time, what was that, anyway?
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Yet another suit dreaming of conquest.
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A world less and less ready for its future.
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Saṃsāra: The cycle of aimless drifting, wandering or mundane existence.
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Mitote: A cacophony of voices in your head, all talking, few if any listening.
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To know, or not to know, that is the question.
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There are no masters, just beginners with a more astute eye.
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Ignorance is not always bliss.
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After childhood’s end: torture and taxes; death is the least of it.
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Launch your Self into the space within and without.
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Full cup, empty cup, no cup.
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The food industry is only too willing to poison you if you allow it.
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Labels are for those caught in the web of identity.
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Yet another law unwritten in invisible ink.
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It is what it is; no shoulda-coulda-woulda about it.
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Light on, light off.
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Make awareness the go-to state.
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The almighty dollar, greenback, wampum, gold coin, bread, whatever.
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A wise man once said nothing.
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Your conclusion about others are as meaningless as theirs about you.
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So much effort imagining, believing, pretending, you care.
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Real faith requires no word or act, no belief or creed.
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The mind is a mystical land of possibilities.
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The infringement of imagination is an infraction upon your eternal nature.
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The first breath, the last breath, and naught but a dream between.
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What was life like before there were millennials?
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Now: Open for business.
Chapter 262
Yet another zombie wandering its delusional mindscape.
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Nuance is all.
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The first moment no different than the last.
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Name that delusion.
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That demon in you always calling for more, more, more.
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Solution? How could there be?
* * * *
Put up or shut up.
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And what would be the point of opening that Pandora box?
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There is nothing to be.
* * * *
Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!
* * * *
Physics ... Chemistry ... Biology ... Patterns within patterns within patterns.
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There is no other, only you, ethereally eternal, forever present.
* * * *
The web of life is in tatters; a cloud of chaos is descending.
* * * *
So obvious from the long ago.
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Awareness is all you are; no was, no will ever be, about it.
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How can there be an end to what never began?
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What point to a promise that cannot be kept, a promise that is not real.
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What a sad pestilence the humanunkind.
* * * *
Using words again and again to fitfully describe that which words can never attain.
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So many causes, so little time.
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The future is now, such as it is.
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Did the math.
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In cold, dress for cold; in hot, dress for hot; in wet, dress for wet.
Mother Nature will school those who give her their attention,
To discern the common sense that is only rarely common.
Chapter 263
Yet another middleman.
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The Four E’s: Experience, Explore, Examine, Enlighten.
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Surrender to the isness; become totally untamed.
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Some women want forever and a day, and will slice off your balls to get it.
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How can you ever be more than you are right here, right now?
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A stain across the world.
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As you look through those eyes, are you witness of time, or witness before time?
* * * *
Another measurement few if any will give a flying hooey about.
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For all eternity, for all time, two very different states of consciousness.
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Sand is gold and gold is sand in the indivisible dust storm of eternity.
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Epiphany serendipity.
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Born anonymous, live anonymous between, die anonymous.
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The hunger! The hunger!
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And it's too late, baby now, it's too late, though we really did try to make it
* * * *
Hope is dead. Long live hope.
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Born alone, live alone, die alone.
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Bunk.
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Dust and shadows.
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What’s your tribe?
* * * *
Get over yourselves, people.
* * * *
Back to the future.
* * * *
Field notes from my Self to my Self.
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Drift alone, sovereign, indivisible, free of all constraints.
* * * *
You were born attached to nothing more than an umbilical cord.
The challenge when you depart is be attached to nothing at all.
Chapter 264
Fearful people wander in boxes built of dogma.
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Disloyalty is weaver of many a rough road.
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It matters not.
* * * *
Yet another mind-made thing pretending it is more.
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A little slice of forever, whatever that is.
* * * *
When were you taught to feel lonely?
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The list grows daily longer.
* * * *
Another layer of dust reminding you of your fate.
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The other is a shadow in your thoughts.
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Consciousness measures, awareness streams.
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The Devil may care.
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Consciousness ebbs and flows; awareness streams.
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It is the thought that counts.
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To be free and simple and serenely at ease is not as easy as it sounds.
* * * *
Nothing to assert, nothing to defend.
* * * *
Another truth for the propaganda mills to ignore.
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All for nothing, nothing for all.
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The dead are not dead; the living are not living.
* * * *
Is there any label that does not fit to one degree or another?
* * * *
Dice it, slice it, anyway your please, the pie is ever whole.
* * * *
Eternity does not care.
* * * *
Ethereal awareness, ephemeral consciousness.
* * * *
To live as if it is not happening,
To abide in the emptiness of eternity,
Is the every-moment challenge of any seer.
Chapter 265
What matters so much right now, will likely not for long if ever again.
* * * *
Nothing exists without your attention.
* * * *
The mystery is its own teacher, its own student.
* * * *
Jesus saves no one; never did, never will.
* * * *
Has it ever occurred to you to wonder why it is you have never seen your face?
* * * *
Packaged and repackaged as fresh again and again and again, it is, it is, it is.
* * * *
There is no past, there is no future, there is only this moment unending.
* * * *
Are you full yet?
* * * *
The obvious is not obvious to all.
* * * *
Education is only as meaningful as the mind that gives it attention, full or otherwise.
* * * *
Born again or born anew?
* * * *
The world cannot be reconciled but by giving it a resounding no mind.
* * * *
No creature can long abide breaking the laws of nature.
* * * *
No rewind button, sorry.
* * * *
What makes you so sure you exist in the way you think?
* * * *
We can only hear what we are ready to hear.
* * * *
Imitation is limitation.
* * * *
Surviving your daze.
* * * *
You are that prior to all advents.
* * * *
Are you this earthly, temporal, finite, mortal body?
Are you that of which this body is made?
Or are you that which is prior to all form and context,
Prior to consciousness and its innumerable channels of speculation.
Prior even to that inexplicable awareness by which all dreams of time are perceived.
Chapter 266
A blade is not dangerous if treated with respect.
* * * *
Why should you deserve what you do not care for?
* * * *
More high-sounding words that mean nothing to nobody nowhere.
* * * *
The endless subtleties of nothingness are ever-present.
* * * *
How are life and death not the same?
* * * *
Another day of wallowing in a litany of predictability.
* * * *
Pretty hard protecting sheep from a hungry wolf.
* * * *
The answer is not more.
* * * *
The immortality of youth is a many-splendored illusion-delusion.
* * * *
What part of awareness alone are your not tracking?
* * * *
Men create women, women create men, the dynamic is inseparable.
* * * *
Pathogens aplenty in this untamable world.
* * * *
There’s the rub.
* * * *
What is luck but the probability of happenstance working your way.
* * * *
Measure, and you shall be measured.
* * * *
It has never mattered at all the way you thought.
* * * *
Enjoy in joy as best ye may.
* * * *
The human paradigm is about itself, not its source.
* * * *
Another day underway.
* * * *
Why on any earth would it ever matter what any other thinks of you?
* * * *
Vanity kills.
* * * *
To know nothing is to know all.
* * * *
Puny human beings.
* * * *
How can anyone expect to be saved from their own ignorance?
* * * *
Living for likes.
* * * *
It takes a lot of work to grow old.
* * * *
Never trust a four-letter word.
* * * *
So much history before all the history we think we know.
* * * *
All fates are but mirages born of imagination.
* * * *
You owe history nothing but what you freely consent.
* * * *
Once upon a time, there was nary a beep anywhere.
* * * *
We are all the same mystery from every get-go.
* * * *
So many things that do not matter; never did, never will.
* * * *
Supply will do what ever it must to gratify demand’s hunger.
* * * *
Eternity is closer than you think.
Chapter 267
The great indivisibility plays no favorites.
* * * *
To make up your mind, first you must have one.
* * * *
The most challenging thing not to lose are your mind and body.
* * * *
Fair-to-middling chance any so-called just war is more often than not an oxymoron.
* * * *
And what of that state between agony and ecstasy where only awareness remains.
* * * *
Embrace your insignificance.
* * * *
Insidious stuff, water, that it can both create and nurture life, and destroy it, too.
* * * *
We all play out one meme or another.
* * * *
Lean toward facts; opinions mean squat.
* * * *
The dream is not more real now than the day you exited the womb.
* * * *
Giving to get is not giving.
* * * *
Be here now, be there now, be nowhere now.
* * * *
Those who survive into the grayer years become the relics of time.
* * * *
Everybody has a story.
* * * *
The truth of awareness awaits your discernment.
* * * *
What right do you have to be happy or sad?
* * * *
The mind’s capacity for self-aggrandizement, imaginary as it is, is a ceaseless wonder.
* * * *
Be nowhere now.
* * * *
Nothing is real and true but for the programming that assumes it so.
* * * *
You are ever the same as before as during as after.
* * * *
The harvests of mind are quickly devoured.
* * * *
The body is a teeming battleground in a war no one survives.
* * * *
Destiny is the price life pays for existence.
* * * *
Skirting around nothing.
* * * *
There it is again; there it is not again.
* * * *
A secret is not long held by more than one set of lips.
* * * *
Another day of slaving away for DNA.
* * * *
Is it an electromagnetic spectrum? An electromagnetic matrix? Or anything at all?
* * * *
You are the quantum mystery playing hide and seek with its Self.
Home base is not as far as you might think.
Ollie-ollie-oxen-free!
* * * *
Beneath the open mask of any newborn,
The untainted awareness, the untrammeled path,
The uncarved block, the tabula rasa, the stillness of eternity.
Chapter 268
How often does either/or really exist in the gray of relativity?
* * * *
The only absolute is absoluteness itself.
* * * *
Much of aging is about wrestling with consequences.
* * * *
Forever moot.
* * * *
Whatever you may think of death, it is an inevitable fact.
* * * *
Where is the world, where is the universe, if you do not remember it.
* * * *
Whatever hope there was, washed away in the pain.
* * * *
Eternity is no more than a heartbeat away.
* * * *
So many things that so many think matter that do not, never did, never will.
* * * *
Let us not quibble over details lest we splinter into vain and dogmatic interlude.
* * * *
Been there, done that.
* * * *
The Fates are indifferent to yours.
* * * *
DNA weary.
* * * *
Embrace the meaninglessness; embrace the purposelessness.
* * * *
Oh, very Tao, what will you leave us this time?
* * * *
We all suffer from one variety of miasma or another.
* * * *
Necessity is perhaps the greatest teacher.
* * * *
There is no word of god, only the words of men.
* * * *
In the never-changing, change is.
* * * *
Sometimes, nothing sounds good.
* * * *
The challenge is to not be your own worst enemy.
* * * *
You are the mystery.
* * * *
Hope for the best; plan for the worst.
* * * *
The movement that is; the stillness that is not.
* * * *
The dark in the light, the light in the dark, the seeds of each in all.
* * * *
If it is not all about you, who, pray tell, is it about?
* * * *
Yet another celebrate-your-trophy moment.
* * * *
Alas and oh well.
* * * *
The imaginary Me-Myself-and-I awakens again.
Chapter 269
Science is only as clear as the mind wielding the technology.
* * * *
Justice is revenge spelled sideways-inside-out-backwards.
* * * *
Best make time now if you do not want to pay a higher price later.
* * * *
The subtlety of forgiveness is its inward healing.
* * * *
Yet another slab of meat with a lavish slathering of vanity.
* * * *
So, who are you using to get your emotional fix these daze?
* * * *
All differences are ultimately not real.
* * * *
Consume until there is no tomorrow.
* * * *
What point to mortal existence if you have no health to partake it?
* * * *
Let the reptiles have it back.
* * * *
What goes up must come down, the joy of statistical certitude.
* * * *
Born free, die free.
* * * *
What would Jesus do? Well, not come back, obviously.
* * * *
Same old shit no matter how well you eat.
* * * *
You are a no-other in my universe, and I am a no-other in yours.
* * * *
True personal power requires no assertion.
* * * *
Very forgettable, indeed.
* * * *
Hell is in the details, and there are plenty to go around.
* * * *
Bring in the clowns.
* * * *
It is a dream, and then it is not.
* * * *
You might kill the body, but you can never kill your Self.
* * * *
Royal flush or zip, play what you got best you can.
* * * *
God is a concept; you are not.
* * * *
You are the only you that is, has ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
What is the body but a cadaver that is still moving.
* * * *
You are that to which you aspire, but only until you are not.
* * * *
If you are trying to be powerful at the expense of others, you are not.
* * * *
Pay attention, you might live longer.
* * * *
There they go again, mucking about in all their imaginary differences.
* * * *
Sometimes it is best to let the missing sheep go.
* * * *
All emotional notions are nothing more than human poppycock.
* * * *
No harm, no foul.
* * * *
One voice, or many, you decide.
* * * *
The most simple truths have a resonating elegance.
* * * *
Supreme being, what does that mean, anyway?
* * * *
Oops.
* * * *
Why is it so many have such a need to label everything?
* * * *
Absurdity will out.
* * * *
You are the mystery personified.
* * * *
All that gluttony and you’re still hungry!?
* * * *
You cannot learn well what you do not wish to know well.
Chapter 270
A trap of its own making.
* * * *
The agony and ecstasy of every story is within you.
* * * *
It is never easy being imprisoned in a fading rose.
* * * *
It is all pointless, both literally and figuratively.
* * * *
To call it the heart of awareness is not about some willy-nilly emotional state.
* * * *
Your dream is whether it is all about yesterday or today or tomorrow.
* * * *
It is all so superficial.
* * * *
In the Land of Irony and Paradox, more is less, and less, more.
* * * *
To return to square one is an adventure to which only the rare aspire.
* * * *
Just because you do not like it, does not mean it is not true.
* * * *
The universe is but an imaginary sheen in your imaginary mind.
* * * *
The way of the monkey: for some futures to rise, others must fall.
* * * *
What has science become but the cataloging of unending minutia.
* * * *
Yet another thing you have a hard time wanting to care about.
* * * *
Philosophy is the refuge of untitled kings.
* * * *
All differences are but vain notions fabricated in the mind’s eye.
* * * *
Are you a human being or a human becoming?
* * * *
Fate is about what price you are willing to pay.
* * * *
Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?
* * * *
All ephemeral, nothing concrete.
* * * *
Are we there yet?
* * * *
Is there any plus without a minus; any minus without a plus?
* * * *
Yet another dead poet.
* * * *
The reality is that you are born and die each and every moment.
* * * *
Iffy at best.
* * * *
The mystery is all.
* * * *
Those forever seeking have yet to really stop and look.
* * * *
Ignorance is its own bewitchment.
* * * *
Memes all.
* * * *
Quicksand is no harbor.
* * * *
History kills everyone sooner or later.
* * * *
Wallowing in pretense, why?
* * * *
You are very much alone, and nothing can save you from it.
* * * *
If nature is your god, and you are a mind-body born of nature,
Then idolatry is really nothing more than another form of narcissism.
Chapter 271
You are solitary witness, alone no matter how big the crowd.
* * * *
Today’s headlines are tomorrow’s sorrows.
* * * *
The truth, the truth, what is the truth but what you think it is, but likely isn’t.
* * * *
The different you, the different me, I am you, and you are me.
* * * *
Where’s the humility?
* * * *
Time is a concept to which you need not submit.
* * * *
Everything is born of arbitrary assumption.
* * * *
Critical thinking is the chasm between sage and fool.
* * * *
Yet another face in which vanity will find harbor.
* * * *
Immortal soul, mortal body, forever young playing the gray.
* * * *
The mystery born in you, was born in me, too.
* * * *
Gaia is founded upon differences that are not; it is the requirement of any lila.
* * * *
Alone in their own worlds, the players all play along.
* * * *
Who is the me in you? Who is the you in me?
* * * *
So far away, so long ago, the show, the show, it changes so.
* * * *
A decline of hunger makes for great philosophy.
* * * *
The saving grace of time is in the insight that it is not real.
* * * *
The difference between you and me is just a thought or two or three.
* * * *
Who wins, who loses, just a state of mind.
* * * *
Need and want are mutually exclusive motivations.
* * * *
A little humility, please.
* * * *
To live for applause is a most shallow and debilitating motivation.
* * * *
Consciousness is the inherent flaw that all must endure.
* * * *
Pluck out that thorn of desire, and what is left but an abiding grace.
* * * *
The nothing of now, across the board, for all eternity.
* * * *
The idolatry of form, the idolatry of concept, same thing, really.
* * * *
The clock is not your friend.
* * * *
History comes, history goes, but the passions are ever the same.
* * * *
The cynicism of old men is not easily endured by the young.
* * * *
How true the true, how false the false.
* * * *
Awareness has no reality but through timeless attention.
* * * *
How much does imagination require to see it is but an illusion?
* * * *
How focused ambition must be in order to fulfill great desire.
* * * *
How can you imagine any speculation but less true?
Chapter 272
Any anthill is a crowded city state of the six-legged kind.
* * * *
Memory is an erstwhile taskmaster.
* * * *
How much bother will you be required to endure today?
* * * *
A species that deserves to go extinct if ever there was one.
* * * *
The mystery born anew, born you.
* * * *
Without memory, did anything ever really happen?
* * * *
Another day a-streamin’ in the dreamin’.
* * * *
The fog of consciousness masks the eternal awareness, and time plays on.
* * * *
The individual has always been at odds with one group or another.
* * * *
Another day, same mystery.
* * * *
Another day, same monkey.
* * * *
A bar set so low that it will take ages to raise it again, if ever.
* * * *
Sometimes a thousand words, sometimes a picture, paint the largest view.
* * * *
Imagination is the time machine.
* * * *
All history is nothing more than the pretense of imagination.
* * * *
The chaos of destruction is but the stirring stick of creation.
* * * *
Nothing stands alone.
* * * *
It all sounds quite mad, really.
* * * *
We all serve one beast or another.
* * * *
An insider joke without an insider.
* * * *
Civility is the pretense of savagery.
* * * *
Tools are only as necessary as the given job.
* * * *
How are you going to look without that face?
* * * *
Is it been there, done that, or am here, doing that?
* * * *
True humility precludes pride.
* * * *
The mystery wakes up to another day.
* * * *
And why again do you keep coming back?
What world, what sun have you not wandered
That you must repeat it again and again and again?
Chapter 273
For even one part to be false, it must all be.
* * * *
You are perfection manifest.
* * * *
Principles often prove to be many-layered things in the relativity of circumstance.
* * * *
A little dab of attention will do ya.
* * * *
Extremes are always rough on the majorities who lack the will to resist.
* * * *
What is beautiful, what is not, and who decides?
* * * *
Go ahead, allow your Self to be free.
* * * *
What if all creation is nothing more than an exhale?
* * * *
You appear, you disappear, what of it?
* * * *
It all is what it is; no point judging anything.
* * * *
Watch and wait each and every eternal moment that full attention allows.
* * * *
The frontal lobe is the theater of human consciousness.
* * * *
Why would you want to be that stupid?
* * * *
There is a universe to unlearn, perchance to forget.
* * * *
What’s your delusion?
* * * *
Questions of a thousand dreams.
* * * *
Is the present ever quite what it seems?
* * * *
There is no Superman, sorry.
* * * *
Principles have a tendency to change with the given wind.
* * * *
Not often you can choose your neighbors.
* * * *
It is not what you want to be; it is what you want to pretend.
* * * *
Are you perfect yet?
* * * *
Wield that discerning sword with great attention.
* * * *
The world is founded upon distraction.
* * * *
Everything is after the fact.
* * * *
Give full attention to the present upon which awareness sheds its light.
* * * *
Curiosity don’t just kill cats.
* * * *
Perception, perception, perception.
* * * *
How stupid is stupid has yet to be determined.
* * * *
Quantum this.
* * * *
How would you see it all if you did not know so much?
* * * *
Bam!
* * * *
So what?
* * * *
Creativity is its own reward.
* * * *
The quantum matrix born of a quantum mind is a figment of time.
* * * *
Death is hunting for you again today.
Has been since the moment you were conceived.
Will be until your last wheezing breath.
Chapter 274
Watch and wait, it will all happen soon enough.
* * * *
No dogma required.
* * * *
What is food today is only piss and gas and shit tomorrow.
* * * *
Imagination is always running away with itself.
* * * *
The other, it is all out there, doing what you cannot control.
* * * *
Pure awareness is neither smile nor frown.
* * * *
Infinity, what is that anyway?
* * * *
Kicking the world out of your mind is not easy, but it’s not hard, either.
* * * *
Is it death, or merely not being confined to a body anymore?
* * * *
What now?
* * * *
If you are talking differences, you are not talking truth.
* * * *
When has any self-help book ever helped you for long?
* * * *
Are you complete yet?
* * * *
Desire not, fear not.
* * * *
Waste time? How can something that does not exist be wasted?
* * * *
What is food today is shit tomorrow.
* * * *
Who’s the alien here?
* * * *
The quantum source abides all.
* * * *
Is anyone ever really who you think they are?
* * * *
Yet another case of something happened.
* * * *
What is nationalism but tribalism on steroids.
* * * *
What is retirement but the last vacation.
* * * *
Words are only as meaningful as they are read.
* * * *
Better you than me.
* * * *
Dogma free.
* * * *
Outside your memory, does anyone or anything really exist?
* * * *
To become, or not to become, that is the question.
* * * *
What notion can a dream long harbor?
* * * *
Flesh can only lie so long.
* * * *
All else is imagination.
* * * *
Same old monkey.
* * * *
To believe totally in nothing is the realm of the no-mind.
* * * *
Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!
* * * *
It is probably not about you.
* * * *
The pittering-pattering of every mind,
Every moment further muddies up the world,
Inexorably caught up in the destiny of consciousness.
* * * *
That most primal thing, fear, has been key in molding this imaginary you,
A conditioned identity that you every day wake up believing real and true.
A state of mind, a state of attachment, a sword by which you live and die.
Chapter 275
Abide in transience.
* * * *
Dare to know; dare to not know.
* * * *
Peering out from a face never seen, a universe never known.
* * * *
Absolute power does not corrupt the absolute.
* * * *
Live desirelessly, live fearlessly.
* * * *
The practice is death while living.
* * * *
Don’t know what I am, but I am surely not anything I think.
* * * *
The things we take for granted likely fill many a single-spaced page.
* * * *
The silliness of time is the silliness of mind.
* * * *
True science has no agenda but truth.
* * * *
The mystery is but a mystery is but a mystery.
* * * *
As I am, so are you.
* * * *
The end of desire is the end of fear.
* * * *
The dowry of life is suffering and death.
* * * *
The permutations of greed are relatively predictable.
* * * *
Chances are your nose looks best on your own face.
* * * *
Beauty parlors, what a joke; more like a daily dose of Halloween.
* * * *
So, how’s life in the feed lot? Looks like you’re still eating well.
* * * *
The illusions of the flesh are of but relatively short duration.
* * * *
Half-baked or well done, the potato is the same.
* * * *
Another day in the genitalia wars.
* * * *
Look to your awareness to see the truth of you in all.
* * * *
As if it matters.
* * * *
Is it cheating if you are playing a different game?
* * * *
Whether you recline, sit, stand, walk, or run, it all passes the same.
* * * *
What a great deal of work it takes to do nothing well.
* * * *
Every living creature is a genius in its own niche.
Cousins of the same puddle; survivors since life’s origin.
Chapter 276
Embrace the aloneness, embrace the sovereignty, embrace the infinity.
* * * *
Everything is forgotten in one sooner or later or another.
* * * *
Generation after generation must learn anew who they can and cannot trust.
* * * *
The best solution to either wealth or poverty is a richness of spirit.
* * * *
Absurdity from dawn to dusk, and all the dark hours before and after.
* * * *
To meet your fate with a full breath inspires the greatest courage.
* * * *
To break with history, with the chains of time, is the only true freedom.
* * * *
How long can virtue withstand the winds of fierce and bitter consciousness?
* * * *
Discontent is best remedied by regular, sustained breathing.
* * * *
The struggle of existence is ceaseless from first breath to last.
* * * *
Consciousness does not easily relinquish its imaginary universe.
* * * *
Being trapped in the body-mind can often be very trying.
* * * *
As if all your opinions mean diddly-squat.
* * * *
Another footnote.
* * * *
Only the dead have seen the end of absurdity.
* * * *
And that died too.
* * * *
Always so much more to everything than meets the eye of any given mind.
* * * *
Why waste time over things over which you have absolutely no control?
* * * *
Your ignorance is bliss.
* * * *
What some call negativity, pessimism, skepticism, doubt, cynicism,
To the rational mind of the critical thinker, is merely the way it is.
Chapter 277
Layers of subtlety are the hallmark of a sage’s thinking.
* * * *
What is death but a dream forever extinguished.
* * * *
Desire will carry on for as long as you are driven mad by its siren call.
* * * *
You are the quantum breeze.
* * * *
Is that all? Seriously!?
* * * *
And what do you hunger for today?
* * * *
Consciousness an insatiable beast that will not easily die.
* * * *
No projection of imagination, no matter how lucid, how fearless, has ever been real.
* * * *
Do not be usurped by gossip, and by the way, it is all gossip.
* * * *
Truth or delusion, you decide.
* * * *
There are no followers in this game; only those who see and those who do not.
* * * *
There are always statistical exceptions, standard deviations, that prove bell curves true.
* * * *
Beware any individual or group that has a big idea looking for true believers.
* * * *
Pleasure and pain serve the same master.
* * * *
If you cannot save your self, how can you save anyone else?
* * * *
Pleasure and pain spawn different outcomes in their cause and effect spins.
* * * *
Another day of Animal Farm redux, idem, ibidem, et cetera, ad infinitum.
* * * *
How much more do you desperately not need?
* * * *
Party on, the Reaper is but a breath away.
* * * *
Yabba-dabba-doo.
* * * *
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really does not matter,
Matter being what it is, and what it is not.
* * * *
Life is a marathon, not a sprint, or at least not all the time.
* * * *
Only so much anyone can do to waylay the inevitable.
* * * *
What is any given cosmos but a sensory body, a brain, and a mind imagining it so.