Soundbites
There is no groupthink, there is no dogma, there is no priesthood, there is only momentary awareness.
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Integrity begins with the seed of doubt.
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No matter how you label, how you quantify, how you interpret the stardust, it is always the same illusion.
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What flower believes it will live forever?
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Air that breaths.
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This all might be real, if space and time really existed.
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Consciousness imagines a continuity that has no ultimate reality, whatsoever.
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There can be but one truth, and no one owns it.
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Don’t worry, be happy, there is only this moment to care about.
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The challenge is to not let the other get a nose under your tent.
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All differences attain the same grave, all stories are but imaginary tales, be and allow is the highest law.
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The momentary awareness is your sanctuary.
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Any who-what-where-when-why-how, You imagine your Self to be, You are not.
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Connecting the dots requires a mind capable of discerning patterns.
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Something else not worth bothering about.
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Squirrels hide nuts, human beings collect things; a hunter-gatherer instinct, civilization calls hoarding.
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Is there anything in the human paradigm that does not have a shade of vanity?
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There is nothing to work out.
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The world and all its mania, all its absurdity, loses all importance in the moment.
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How ‘Duh!’ is that?
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Perception being what it is, are you really sure you are on top of anything?
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Hard for consciousness to catch up with That which was never moving in the first place.
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Despite all imaginary concoctions to the contrary, there is no other.
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There is no knowing what this sort of babble will unlock in any given mind.
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Does the flower beg its flower god for more?
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There is no end to the myriad ways consciousness can cut the pie, it has in imagination baked.
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Build all the castles you please, climb every mountain you can, it is all for naught.
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The unfolding dystopian catastrophe has barely begun; how lucky you are, if you are old.
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Rest assured, something will happen, whether or not it matches the aspirations.
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So big, so small, not a care at all.
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Whatever that was about, it probably does not matter now.
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Yet another trifling moment, done and undone, in quantum timelessness.
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Hero or villain or nonentity, everyone has a story, in this quantum stardust dreamtime of consciousness.
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Hard to imagine a peaceful world as long as even one human being exists.
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Breathe before you think.
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Contentment with all You have seen, all you have done, is the brass ring.
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The reality You are, is so much greater, than the minute shimmer allotted.
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Groupthink is all in the human paradigm.
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Pretty darned tough for imagination, in its never-ending swirl of space-time, to do anything the same.
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The false flag of consciousness, ever entices You back, into its foggy illusion-delusion.
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So big, so small, in every while.
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Never assume the castle walls cannot be breached.
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Drifting in bliss.
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The esoteric is much ado about nothing.
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You are that which you seek; look closer, and not in a mirror.
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The void awaits.
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There might have been a time, but that moment no longer exists; existence being what it is not.
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You disrespect him, he disrespects you, so much for that relationship.
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Very much alone, this awareness.
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Differences, differences, naught but differences.
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How many truth-seekers are there, really, who will not settle for one lie or another along their journey?
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Any passion can become a curse once you lose interest in it.
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That would take a bit to wrap the head around.
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What makes you think creation will ever end, or ever begin?
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Follow the water.
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The greatest story ever told, or the greatest lie ever imagined?
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No pronouncements from any pulpit have ever matched what nature offers on a good walk.
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Quit the inner chatter, and there You are.
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Awareness is neither close nor far.
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If you had done even one tiny thing differently, it would have spun an entirely different fate.
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All fates are shaped, patterned, molded, sculpted, wrought, by the genetic lottery.
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Death is freedom.
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Youthful skin is easy when you are youthful.
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All stories are but imaginary tales.
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The eternal moment, the eternal awareness, the eternal You, is free and clear of any-and-all trespass.
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Who has ever been like me?
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Who has ever been like you?
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There is something about an aphorism that catches a truth as no story can.
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Be and allow is the highest law.
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Nothing is nothing no matter the something it seems.
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Yet another here-now-long-gone example of how so little it all matters, how so little it all means.
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It is a cotton-candy thing.
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Note how evenly gravity lays that layer of dust across the room.
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Extinction is the way.
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You are the mystery personified.
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When the edifice of the illusional-delusional mind-body collapses, the You, You are, is all that remains.
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The weight of history is the iceberg ripping through the hull.
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Disengage the frontal lobe.
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To really, really, really, not care, where would that take You?
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You are the moment; not the thought about it.
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Finally figured it out.
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All differences attain the same grave.
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All are predators, all are prey; it is a god-eat-god world.
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What is imagined, can be unimagined; the ever-present moment has a way of forgetting.
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What is an orgasm but an ecstatic flash of eternity’s oblivion.
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Men come and go, but eternity abides, awareness abides, You abide.
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Thought is a habit.
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We so badly want it to mean more, but it just does not.
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Yes, there it works.
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Streaming on and on; eternally connected in that ever-and-ever-forever kind of indivisible way.
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Give it a break – whatever it is – at least once in a while.
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An affinity for oblivion.
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Never hurts to have a few backup plans.
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The world, the universe, and all that it has set into motion, only exists, because You imagine it so.
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Yes, this is will probably be lost, as well, and it won’t even require a fire, given its digital nature.
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Space and time have nothing to do with eternity.
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What fellow earthling has ever made such a thing of its existence?
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What is imagined, can be unimagined.
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The human species has been interesting, but is it really worth preserving?
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The moment has a way of forgetting everything.
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Scientific Method is the most rational, precise way, to examine this mystery, but it is far from infallible.
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To want, or not to want, that is the question.
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The world you see-hear-smell-taste-touch is all imagined in a quantum matrix dreamtime.
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Predator to one, is prey to another; and on and on, the web grows.
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Your destiny is right here, right now.
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We are all walking alone together on the same stage in different universes.
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Truth must ever be discovered anew, because it is the first and last time for every mind.
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It all being indelibly, ineffably indivisible, how can there be more than one moment for all of eternity?
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The goal of any writer is to plant something in other minds that will not be easily forgotten.
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Humankind is naturally-selecting its way to extinction.
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These words are not intended for those who cannot see or hear the illusion they embrace.
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The toolmakers have taken us down a rockier and rockier dead-end road
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The sciences are only as complete as what they believe they have discovered.
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Gravity is an illusion that blinds You to the spaciousness You ever are.
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A maze by any name confuses the same.
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There you are thinking you are so awake, and suddenly realize you have been asleep all the while.
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The human future is but a totalitarian nightmare.
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The world shows you its love by ignoring you.
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What difference has anything ever made to eternity’s ineffable moment?
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It is all recycled piss and shit somewhere down the line.
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How lucky you are, if you do not have a load of shit to unload.
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What Rome did with lead, our time has done with plastic.
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How do you explain nothing?
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Is it really a body, a world, a universe, or just their perception?
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The world is our Petri dish, and we are pushing madly towards all edges seen and unseen.
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There is no end to the rainbow.
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All personal deities are projections that exist only in the neuron trails of imagination.
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Do you grab the brass ring, or does the brass ring come for you?
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If it looks like a frog, hops like a frog, croaks like a frog, it likely ain't no prince.
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The end of entitlement is nigh.
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Why is it so hard for people just accept they will never know?
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Eternity is the one and only moment.
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All history is sooner or later forgotten.
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How desperate so many are for attention, that they will do just about anything to get it.
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Too much is too much; too little, too little; and just enough, requires an able eye, and a slather of luck.
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The moment does not give a rat’s ass about you, or anyone or anything else.
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The embodiment of silence is the arch-nemesis of imagination.
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All yesterdays, all tomorrows, are but imaginary notions.
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The unwritten history is daily orchestrated.
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Cease trying to hold onto everything, cling to everything, recall everything, and, voila, here-now You are.
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The mystery is not anything you believe it is.
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Be as nothing, and You will wander free.
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Dying on the vine, pretending you are wine; though more likely a drying raisin.
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There is only the moment; imagination is but vapor wafting through.
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Trying to appease an electorate, a constituency, a family, a workplace, a fanbase, how pointless is that?
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The genome that is adaptable, that has the will and wit and luck, survives.
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A thought catches nothing but its own imaginary reflection.
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Religion is all about imagination’s interminable delusion that it is something more than it can ever be.
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Try in every way, as hard as it might, imagination cannot hold on to anything.
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If it ain’t there, it ain’t there.
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You take your pitter-patter-chit-chat wherever you go.
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Got a lot of good things done today, and more tomorrow, the next yesterday.
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Wrapping and unwrapping your head around the truth of it, is a momentary challenge.
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Life or death, every moment a decision; another day, let the countdown continue.
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All of the above, none of the above.
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When you toss out a label, be sure it does not apply to you, as well.
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When has eternity ever started long enough to stop?
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The quantum mind is a doorway, an entrée to eternity, but you must surrender to your Self to wallow in it.
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Oh boy, a new pile.
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Wisdom is the loftiest mainstay of consciousness, and even it must yield to oblivion.
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How can you die if you were never born?
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Much less bother, to be famous in your own head, all alone.
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All the knowledge humankind has ever imagined, is but an infinitesimally tiny speck of the unknown.
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Imagination, without which there would be no me.
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More than animals? No, we just imagine it so.
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All life, runs, flows, kaleidoscopes, to its death.
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Old dust covers the new.
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Old enough not to care.
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How to best serve the many, is to serve the one within all.
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How high can the Ivory Tower tower?
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An aphorism catches the true mind.
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Dust becomes you.
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It is imagination which wreaks all passion.
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Still the mind, and see it so.
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How is a memory from a moment ago any different from one ten or twenty or thirty or more years ago?
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Traditions are made to be broken; nothing stays the same for any sort of forever.
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What more is there to say? And yet we yabber on.
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Oh, joy and yawn, another symposium for the brainiacs to pitter-patter their minds.
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Attaining the brass ring of awareness requires a surrender for which few have hunger.
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To the ultimate You, the awareness, nothing matters; even your Self.
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Where would clouds be without the sky?
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Wasn’t that special?
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Think you can cheat death? Get back to us if you do.
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A tiny little slice of history, is all anyone gets, from which to draw their statistical sample.
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Is that rock moving, yet?
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What a tiny little deity so many worship on this tiny little dust ball.
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All fates find the same grave.
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Do you enter the abyss, or merely realize it is the presence You are, have always been, will ever be.
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Let he who is without sin lob the first grenade.
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You came, You saw, You listened, You tasted, You smelled, You touched, You pondered, You departed.
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Traditions are made to be broken.
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For most who live anonymous lives, chances are, very few others are thinking about you right now.
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You must set aside all attachments to clearly discern this one Truth.
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It is the mind that rushes white rabbit here and there; the moment is ever the same timeless eternal now.
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Imagination is a timeless time traveler.
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It all being a phantasmic quantum illusion, your entire existence has been spent talking to your Self.
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What is this cadaver in the making, is but a vehicle to oblivion.
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The infinity of momentary awareness, peering out in every way, into that which is both part and whole.
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Whether in flesh or treasury or stature, there are always consequences to be paid.
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On the grandest scale, humility is meaningless.
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All or nothing, no matter.
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The only duality is the one concocted by imagination.
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Death is merely evaporating, back into the abyss, that nothingness ever is.
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Yet another moment of extemporaneous Shakespearian théâtre de l’absurde, playing out across all creation.
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The streets are lined with gold, for all those who have the wit to see.
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Who can guess what these many thoughts will inspire or inflame in those who read them?
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Fate is but a last breath.
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You can spot a princess when she goes on and on about peas under her mattress.
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Try not to give it words every now and again
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What cosmos does the mind gaze out upon, but its own creation, its own perception.
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If you really did not care, would it even occur to you that you did not?
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The little part you play, is not the totality You are.
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The most real humility is the one within.
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It all came together that moment, and then, poof, was forever gone, as all moments are.
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Reconcile yourself to what you can; forget the rest.
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All is process.
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Nothing stays the same for any sort of forever.
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Understanding at the intellectual level is one thing; the instinctual, visceral, primeval level, another.
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The mind can so easily cripple its world.
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Did not see that one coming.
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Not easy for consciousness to care as little as the moment.
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Yet another dust collector.
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What it used to be in the once upon a time does not matter now.
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How long will quantum play this form, this pattern, this illusion?
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The pitter-patter mind.
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All languages are sound traps of imaginary origin.
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How many times has that been?
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Legacy is just another lesson on vanity.
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Only rarely is the first taste not the best, or the worst.
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Only time counts.
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Crusades Y2K, coming your way.
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There has never been another moment.
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The faster you chase awareness, the faster it seems to go.
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Thing management.
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The history that is known, is such a tiny window, into the history that is unknown.
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In awareness, all conflict ceases.
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As if forever exists.
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The aloneness is real.
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The awareness, the moment, eternal life, right here, right now, is all and none.
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Where is space, where is time, in this moment that is, has always been, will ever be.
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The human paradigm, the human story, from beginning to end, is all just the poof of imagination.
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When in doubt, look in a mirror.
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You can never know the moment; only the befores or afters of imagination.
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It is the same fucking mystery; get over yourselves.
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Keeping things as simple as possible, is rarely a bad idea.
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Envision the all in one, and the one in all.
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Liberation is just giving the mind over to the ever-present moment.
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Which version of your Self will you play today?
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Live for today, this moment, right here, right now.
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Being what you really are, and are not, is not an effort thing.
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Tomorrow is already yesterday.
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You do not need to have more to be content.
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How is it even possible for anyone to believe mind and mystery are not one in the same?
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That role you have scripted; you do not have to stick to it; re-write anything you please.
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You objectify me; why not I, you?
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The roar of the civilized man; another rhetorical imbalance.
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Mother Nature is not waiting for us to figure it out.
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Planet of the apes, planet of the trolls, what difference, really?
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A little lie can be softer than the truth.
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There are few problems that are not well-served by good, full breathing.
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Self-imagery is a rabbit-hole for all.
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Nobody will know; nobody will care.
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The sea, the ether, the mystery, in which all creation dances.
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Piss and shit; food of the gods.
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Your arrival home, is always welcome; the door is locked and unlocked in your mind.
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Everyone has a story, and not even one is real.
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The drop is the ocean in miniature form.
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With your last wheezing breath, nothing will ever matter again.
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Ambition is a leader in the human becoming game.
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So many are so adept at examining the illusion in every way, but at some point, what is the point?
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Empathy brews a world of bedfellows.
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A spring always gives.
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Empty out that head, and just be.
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Why would you be interested in any spiritual choices designed by human vanity?
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Everything is learned; everything is imagined.
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What an ironic mystery that so many seek, what so few are prepared to find.
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There is nothing to remember.
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Look out into the starry, starry night, and see your one and only parent, your Self.
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It is okay to accept yourself, like yourself, love yourself; you need not deny yourself.
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It is the nature of language to create and stoke the duality delusion.
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Try not to take personal what is not personal.
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Around which corner will the Reaper be waiting, is anybody’s guess.
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Regurgitating memories is a sure road to perdition.
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It is all awareness, in which neither space nor time can achieve more than ephemeral appearance.
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You are no exception.
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Thought is a habit; genomic in its underpinnings.
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Odds are extremely likely you will forget everything sooner or later.
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If that doesn’t make your head hurt.
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The school of life offers endless lessons in absurdity,
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There is no heaven, there is no hell, but what each imagines in the given mind.
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Modern propaganda is no doubt much more refined, but rest assured, it is nothing new.
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Stoicism is the most virtuous vehicle for living a rational, serene, mindful existence.
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Civilization requires regulations; without it, anarchy.
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Truth needs no voice.
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The only thing to fear, is the fear you imagine.
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You cannot save yourself, much less anyone else.
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As thorough and determined as they are, the sciences can only harvest illusion.
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The screen rules.
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We all establish one kingdom or another; even if it is in a gutter.
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The geeks have created a world free of nature, and nature is about to be done with it.
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Is sex really anything more, than friction and fantasy?
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Looking into your own eye is not for the meek of spirit.
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A peaceful, tranquil, serene mind, is more choice than you know.
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Yeesch and by golly.
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Rocky roads, rocky minds.
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So many thoughts in any given life, and all forgotten with the last breath.
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What’s another number?
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Love thy Self.
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So much clutter with which to burden your mind.
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To be for the other, as you are for your Self, can be a challenge in a world founded on me, myself, and I.
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No matter how you smear it, bullshit is bullshit.
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Are you content with the life that chose you; the life in which you find your Self?
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You are the infinite, timeless, ineffable moment, stretching across all creation; there is no other.
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Mind is creation, mind is preservation, mind is destruction, mind is everything, mind is nothing.
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Imagination is the Great Jester; always waiting in the wings, for inattention to teleport it centerstage.
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How detached can you be?
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The embers of memory are always ready and waiting, to be fired up in the furnace of imagination.
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Do you really exist, or only imagine you do?
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Space and time are but the concoctions of imagination, no matter the scale.
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Let us know when you find your face.
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Just another thing to argue or fight or kill over; it is what we do.
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Some things make your endorphins happy, and some do not.
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Why not throw out the baby with the bathwater?
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Odds are you torture yourself far more than you would ever allow another to.
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It is a conspiracy if you were not in on the decision.
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Another day of sallying through narcissism and decadence.
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Where have you placed your bets today?
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The mind evolved as a problem-solver, and when, without problems, endlessly concocts its own.
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You are an evolutionary quirk, nothing more, less, but.
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The mystery includes everything, including You; duality is a lie from any get-go.
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A warrior is only as good as his blade is sharp.
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Be at total peace with your Self, and You will know the sweetness of eternity.
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Believing in Jesus is the Get Out of Hell card for them that true-believe.
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Die to little self; rest in peace.
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Nothing mind imagines, is the moment You are.
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That you, no longer exists; never did, actually.
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Possession is about fondle rights.
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This is the only moment there is – there never was a before; there will never be an after.
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Regurgitating reality.
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The imaginary gods of consciousness are not the God of awareness.
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You cannot know it all, and why, pray tell, would you want to?
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How straight-forward this dream becomes, when nothing takes its rightful place at the helm.
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How green the grass, everywhere else.
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Whether there is just one deity or deities beyond counting, are both assumptions adrift in absurdity.
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You are actor; hear the snore.
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How much time, pray tell, have you wasted on that?
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The mystery is well beyond any capacity to comprehend it,
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Are the choices you make, really choices?
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How discontent you are, with your fleeting little role; would being God even satisfy you?
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What reality can past and future have, without the memory imagination sustains?
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Prayer and hope, and wishful and magical thinking, are dubious strategies.
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To take it all personal; the first and last mistake.
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Endure it, enjoy it, best You can.
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If you were to proclaim your Self, God, who would understand Your meaning?
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Challenging to discuss very deeply with someone who has read only one book.
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Where have you placed your bliss today?
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Oh joy, another game afoot.
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His story, her story, its story, my story, your story, their story, our story, the story, a story, all stories.
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Ever notice how imagination ever pushes you on and on and on and ...
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No one can teach, what you are not prepared for, incapable of, or interested in.
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You cannot be led where you will not follow.
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Mystery, mystery, full of history, it cannot remember long enough to forget.
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Hate is blind to any reason but its own.
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You can only offer what you have to offer.
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Indifference to all is the most freeing path.
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The mystery before space and time is unknowable; some call it God.
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No point holding on to anything once it is already well in the wake.
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Lark in, lark about, lark out.
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Yeesch and by golly, the things fate endures.
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What it boils down to is nothing.
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Try not to make it personal; try not to take it personal.
* * * *
Go in peace, if you can manage it.
* * * *
Eternal life is had by the living who have died to imaginary self.
* * * *
It is less about what you are doing, than the state of awareness in which it is being done.
* * * *
Go timeless.
* * * *
Do we have to keep playing this game, Mommy!?
* * * *
To crave anything from this dream, is a sure road to suffering.
* * * *
Constructive criticism is not always welcome.
* * * *
Iconic as you may think yourself, the world is already used to not having you in it.
* * * *
A fountain of nonduality.
* * * *
Without looking, tell us what your face looks like, right now.
* * * *
The eye of the other, is your own.
* * * *
How many perch at the first mirage they stumble upon?
* * * *
The universe is the inside of your skull.
* * * *
The moment is absolutely unseeable, unhearable, untastable, unsmellable, untouchable, unanythingable.
* * * *
The draw of illusion keeps You in its net.
* * * *
How fortunate are those who discover something they love to do.
* * * *
Mother Earth, Gaia, is just another spinning particle of dust, in the eternal vastness of your imagination.
* * * *
You do not become the moment; you be it.
* * * *
No story has ever been real; all are imagined.
* * * *
What, pray tell, have you ever chosen?
* * * *
Scaring kids with hellfire and brimstone, what a meanie.
* * * *
Joke's on you, landlubber.
* * * *
When measurements go south.
* * * *
Nothing sounds good.
* * * *
There are probably a near-infinity of stories you will never imagine.
* * * *
The trick is to have a good time without being too cruel.
* * * *
Serve all, as the moment calls.
* * * *
You naturally-select your Self down the rabbit hole of your fate.
* * * *
Words and numbers can only get so far before reality hits.
* * * *
Awareness, both close and far.
* * * *
You are not the quantum energy kaleidoscoping within and without You.
* * * *
The dreamtime wags on.
* * * *
The unborn-undying awareness through which all passes, is neither real nor unreal.
* * * *
However long you live, will just have to be long enough.
* * * *
Meaning and purpose are imagination's delusional specialties.
* * * *
All flaws are imagined.
* * * *
It is all written in the sands of quantum.
* * * *
The mind transcends space and time whenever it yields itself over to awareness.
* * * *
To be the moment, is to be what You truly are, what You truly are not.
* * * *
Why feel strongly about anything?
* * * *
God is only speculation until the mind that is known dissolves.
* * * *
The moment has nothing to offer.
* * * *
Psychological pain is self-inflicted.
* * * *
Take what feeds you, and leave the rest.
* * * *
You are your version of normal.
* * * *
Eternal life, timeless life, nowness ad infinitum, consciously traveled.
* * * *
Another memory you have already forgotten.
* * * *
My gift to the dystopian future-slash-debacle, that I envision, with a shudder.
* * * *
Do with it whatever you will; do with it whatever you can.
* * * *
Sadly, better you than me, is all I gotta say.
* * * *
Being ignored is a much surer death.
* * * *
Stay strong, rotsa ruck.
* * * *
Ain't evolution wonderful.
* * * *
Words and numbers can only get so far before reality hits.
* * * *
What is it about shapely sacks of crunchy-chewy-gooey that the endorphins find so enticing?
* * * *
Is all the wanting really worth the all the suffering?
* * * *
Natural selection at its finest.
* * * *
Well, we certainly know what kind of deity you would make.
* * * *
Your persona is your post-traumatic stress acting out.
* * * *
Try not to fill the echoes of solitude with your own screams.
* * * *
Every moment, a choice.
* * * *
Confessing to the priesthoods has always been a convenient ‘Keep Out of Hell’ card.
* * * *
Are you really, all that different, all that exceptional, all that unique?
* * * *
How did you ever take all this absurdity so seriously?
* * * *
Everyone is suffering in different ways, to different degrees; be kind whenever possible.
* * * *
Yet another who has not found the off switch.
* * * *
Be wary You do not allow this seeing to drive you mad.
* * * *
The sentimental is everything you hold on to.
* * * *
Natural selection has dictated every fate since creation began.
* * * *
Another master of rhetorical rationalization.
* * * *
Nobody does anything without a supporting cast, without a web of life.
* * * *
It cannot be forced.
* * * *
You are but a vibration, a flicker, a sparkle, a twinkle, in the infinity of eternity.
* * * *
Ain't nothing chivalrous in a gunfight.
* * * *
Everybody is playing their own game.
* * * *
Natural selection includes every calculated step, as well as every muddled misstep.
* * * *
Be the deity you believe, you hope, is looking out over you.
* * * *
Time well spent is a moment well done.
* * * *
Every life form works to its advantage.
* * * *
Nothing is good.
* * * *
It is natural selection, not free will.
* * * *
It is nothing but process.
* * * *
As a species, we have always been our own worst enemy; dragons quake at our shadow.
* * * *
The seemingly serendipitous moments are the mutations of natural selection.
* * * *
Every sentient life form has its own version of a world, of a universe; none the same, all the same.
* * * *
How could God create all this, without being all of it, all the while?
* * * *
The spiritual quest is ultimately a nonsensical non-issue, inspired by imagination’s fear of the unknowable.
* * * *
The irony is, that all these piles of gold, are more than pointless, if there is no world in which to spend it.
* * * *
No need for absurdity steeped in imaginary notion.
* * * *
A quantum matrix, permeated by awareness; consciousness really nothing more than distracting noise.
* * * *
A sheep by any other name would baa the same.
* * * *
How seamlessly, how timelessly, how effortlessly, one moment kaleidoscopes into another.
* * * *
You only think you are alive.
* * * *
What a crap-shoot, the natural selection, in the sexual act between male and female.
* * * *
The same awareness fills all sentience.
* * * *
Will imagination ever let go; more than a little unlikely.
* * * *
Relying on absurdity for your worldview will get you the charlatan you deserve.
* * * *
Truth is a windless wind, no sound can catch.
* * * *
Would wrapping a story around all this babble make it more palatable, more real for you?
* * * *
Imagination concocts every sort of absurdity; none of which have any reality in the moment, whatsoever.
* * * *
Discern the God version of Self, You are.
* * * *
You do not have to always carry it all, you know; even Atlas takes a break now and again.
* * * *
A planless plan underway.
* * * *
The effortless mind, the disengaged mind, is as transcendent as it needs be.
* * * *
And just how powerful, how rich, how regarded, must you be to finally put to rest your insecurity?
* * * *
Awareness is a windless wind, no sound can capture.
* * * *
What is there nothing better to do than nothing?
* * * *
Having nothing better to do than nothing is a planless plan.
* * * *
From inner death, springs eternal life.
* * * *
Your tribe is as lost as lost can be; nowhere to be found.
* * * *
You are going to die, and miss so much, and it will not remember you at all.
* * * *
All we are is blobs full of imaginary bullshit.
* * * *
Linguists are adept at describing and prescribing, the ever-morphing bull ride of any given language.
* * * *
Any thought of self is vanity; the imaginary self of every human mind.
* * * *
The challenge is to live a no-regret life, with as few regrets, as possible.
* * * *
How was it you did not see it before?
* * * *
Look out at all the people, wandering hither and thither, and wonder at the fates they are enduring.
* * * *
All imaginary notion to the contrary, You are not your frame of reference.
* * * *
More poster pap.
* * * *
What kind of all-twisted-up-soul babbles, babble, babbles, this not-sort-of horseshit?
* * * *
What dreamtime could there be, without the illusory other, and all its forms and functions?
* * * *
Hard to stay; hard to leave.
* * * *
Another Roaring 20’s underway, circa Y2K20 to Y2K29.
* * * *
You honor Self by being it.
* * * *
How deft the sharpened sword of discernment.
* * * *
Is it a battle worth fighting?
* * * *
What vague perceptions are harbored in this dream we call a life.
* * * *
Another day watching the debacle unwrap itself.
* * * *
Tread carefully, lest the seeds of dogma sprout, from this austere message you convey.
* * * *
No need to worship what you already are.
* * * *
Imagination does not for reality make.
* * * *
Why subscribe to a story that will never discern the moment through which it heedlessly passes?
* * * *
Another brain scrambled to perfection.
* * * *
Addictions tend to define and limit you, and are often what will be remembered.
* * * *
A higher state of worship cannot be known.
* * * *
Another way of looking.
* * * *
No one can save what cannot be saved.
* * * *
No one can ever know more than what imagination imagines.
* * * *
A lot of people, in a lot of arenas, are going to be living in tents, pushing carts, collecting treasure.
* * * *
The shadows of serendipity cast their nets far afield.
* * * *
We are all individuals wandering our version of the matrix, of the indivisibility, confounding all.
* * * *
Do you really realize just how alone you truly are?
* * * *
That all things that rise must fall, is always a when, not if, actuality.
* * * *
Interesting times, indeedy.
* * * *
How can there be a world, a cosmos, any dreamtime, without You permeating it?
* * * *
You are the awareness through which consciousness streams.
* * * *
Does all this really exist, or is it just a touchy-feely imaginary construct in your very alonely head?
* * * *
A tortoise, a snail, and a sloth, were sitting in a bar ...
* * * *
Thanks for nothing.
* * * *
So, what is on the syllabus today?
* * * *
In the spectrum, right to wrong, who is right, who is wrong, and who does the judging?
* * * *
Detach from the sheen of fear caused by the stresses that shaped you, encased you.
* * * *
Abiding prior to consciousness – prior to all the things, all the stories, all the imaginings – is a rare feat.
* * * *
Contentment is the brass ring.
* * * *
Seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling, touching, without wanting, is a state of mind to which few subscribe.
* * * *
All you need to do is figure out who ‘they’ are.
* * * *
Guaranteed, the body will figure out, to do to you, whatever you are doing to it.
* * * *
As irrational as the rational can be; as rational as the irrational can be.
* * * *
The minions of imagination whirl in a cacophony of chaos.
* * * *
Be the unknowing.
* * * *
The yin-yang of one man's downfall, often being the opportunity for another’s rise.
* * * *
A few-holds-barred life has its consequences.
* * * *
You imagine, therefore you imagine you are.
* * * *
Hello, goodbye, cruel world.
* * * *
A world of dreams.
* * * *
Nothing is done until it is done.
* * * *
The mini-death of sleep comes when the off switch turns on.
* * * *
Not a good idea to play any game, unless you really know the rules, and are really paying attention.
* * * *
The tyranny of neurons.
* * * *
You are as free as You decide to be.
* * * *
To what do you cling in that nebulous mind, but a sea of imaginary perceptions.
* * * *
Dream walkers, dream stalkers.
* * * *
You are but a drop of indivisible awareness in the immeasurable ocean of this ineffable mystery.
* * * *
The ultimate nature that all manifestation is, is eternally spaceless, eternally timeless.
* * * *
An impromptu play.
* * * *
Ants tempt the gods with their anthills.
* * * *
Mystery is without attributes, without direction, without purpose, without meaning, without contradiction.
* * * *
Not your calling.
* * * *
We all wander through our worlds, seeking whatever scratches our endorphins.
* * * *
Never a good idea to assume you are the smartest guy in the room.
* * * *
Any creation is complete as soon as it is set aside.
* * * *
The truth of it goes without saying.
* * * *
Savor and endure the ecstasies and agonies of your ephemeral existence while breath allows the synthesis.
* * * *
How likely is it any deity could be nearly as judgmental as we?
* * * *
There are no guarantees but annihilation.
* * * *
Every sentient life form has its own decision-making process, its own rule of law; none the same.
* * * *
The world is your pearl, if you have the wit to treasure it.
* * * *
The human species is beyond-all-pales, absurdly insane; all victims of our imaginary Self.
* * * *
Only imagination rushes.
* * * *
This work is a very ubiquitous, long and wearing, trudging, ever-on-and-on-and-on, campaign.
* * * *
It is your imagination, you love, you hate, you every passion under the sun.
* * * *
You really believe it is You choosing anything?
* * * *
This moment is all.
* * * *
Re: Tattoos: God, why do they do it?
* * * *
When not disappearing entirely, memories tend to blur more and more, in the aging process.
* * * *
A tiger consumes its prey without a trace of judgment.
* * * *
A warrior can never present otherwise.
* * * *
Always be on watch for the shadow of your imaginary you.
* * * *
Not your fight, unless you want it to be.
* * * *
It is all your inward and outer chatter that allows imagination easy entrée.
* * * *
You are your own law.
* * * *
Every moment is an opportunity to embrace your immaculate unborn-undying.
* * * *
Few can hear the mystery’s call through the veil of one imaginary absurdity or another.
* * * *
There is no reason but habit, conditioning, training, to continue on and on, playing this imaginary role.
* * * *
Look at a clock; notice how the hands move, and You do not.
* * * *
How did you teach your Self that?
* * * *
If you did not want to regret it, better not have done it in the first place.
* * * *
To take it all personal is the second mistake; the first was making the assumption that took you there.
* * * *
A warrior never sleeps.
* * * *
Why would any supreme deity bother about dogma?
* * * *
We are all touchy-feely ghosts wandering through each other’s lives.
* * * *
Oblivion calls, each and every moment.
* * * *
What kind of leader would you be in any given situation?
* * * *
The wise pick fight they can win; and to avoid as many as possible, is an even better strategy.
* * * *
How you present generally makes for how you will be taken.
* * * *
There is no resolution for the human capacity to create disparity and horror for others.
* * * *
How much sweeter could heaven be, but complete and utter oblivion.
* * * *
Do not wait too long, else the Fates will make the decision for you.
* * * *
You must also be a warrior to your Self.
* * * *
Cling, baby, cling, until the imaginary mind slips back into the oblivion from whence it came.
* * * *
T-shirts and baseball caps and tattoos and other paraphernalia, are like showing your hand in a card game.
The awareness of existence is too ethereal to be imagined.
* * * *
No word, no symbol, no ritual, no tradition, no prophet, no deity, is sacred to the ultimate.
* * * *
How can any live life, endure life, but one breath, one step at a time.
* * * *
Accepting one's fate can be one of life's bigger challenges.
* * * *
The quantum-awakened, turn sand into gold, coal into diamonds, water into wine.
* * * *
Imagination ceaselessly embraces and battles with itself in every way imaginable.
* * * *
The state of awareness is unimaginable.
* * * *
One drop is inconsequential, but all together, are omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient.
* * * *
There are few things, that are not targets, for one improvement or another.
* * * *
Your mind need not be a prison.
* * * *
Adulthood is the price we pay for losing our innocence.
* * * *
The seed of doubt cannot be planted in any but the most open minds.
* * * *
You are nothing more than electrical impulses skirting along neural pathways.
* * * *
Time is a fixation whose existence cannot be proven.
* * * *
The mind can eat itself up over any and every imaginable vicissitude; detachment the only balm.
* * * *
Why are you still here?
* * * *
The idolatries of imagination are many and not far between.
* * * *
The mind will take every opportunity to imprison You, if You allow it.
* * * *
There is no time like present.
* * * *
Those with direct, clear, perception, do not require stories.
* * * *
There is no changing your fate in to what it already is.
* * * *
Just do what you do; no need to justify it to the world.
* * * *
Existence is an entitlement, not a right.
* * * *
Call it whatever you will, everything adds up to the same mystery.
* * * *
Demon or angel, oblivion the same fate; hells and heavens are fictions of human imagination.
* * * *
News is yet another level of gossip that keeps imagination in play.
* * * *
Strategy and tactics are soulmates.
* * * *
How many dimensions might there be; well, how many ways can you cut any pie?
Forget everything, be everything, be nothing.
* * * *
There is a long list of unanswerable questions; first and foremost, is the reality of the questioner.
* * * *
Intelligent design, imaginary design.
* * * *
Ethics is a Gordian Knot, which only the sharpest sword, cuts loose its imaginary hold.
* * * *
Only in pure awareness are any truly free.
* * * *
All the stars in the sky do not add up, to how many things do not matter.
* * * *
To be the nothingness of pure awareness, is to be everything.
* * * *
Death, real or imagined, is the end to all problems, real or imagined.
* * * *
Break every rule, the dreamtime can bring into play.
* * * *
There is no other; let no one tell you otherwise.
* * * *
So, what will your ethereal imagination do through You, this fine day?
* * * *
Another high score in a losing game.
* * * *
Self-interest breeds a logic screened through too many filters to be at all predictable.
* * * *
Try not to argue about stupid things.
* * * *
Nothing is real.
* * * *
The only difference between you and me is imagined.
* * * *
The near is far; the far is near.
* * * *
The momentary awareness, cannot be grasped.
* * * *
You are not special; nor is anyone else.
* * * *
A most challenging thing, to unstick, to release, to pry, to free, your Self, from your self.
* * * *
If you cannot be ironic, if you cannot be paradoxical, if you cannot be doubtful, what can you be?
* * * *
Another day in the quantum fever.
* * * *
Never doubt, that wherever there is gold, vanity and greed will rise to their occasion,
* * * *
Eternity, the moment, the timeless awareness, is indifferent to your imaginary absurdities.
* * * *
The man of one book uses whatever is said, whatever is written, to corroborate his delusion.
* * * *
Where is the wisdom in that?
* * * *
Imagination is its own contagion.
* * * *
The mind can create every sort of heaven or hell; surrender or suffer, the choice born of free will.
* * * *
Even the most beautiful woman or handsome man, are promises that will turn into lies.
* * * *
Another un-rewindable thought.
* * * *
Human consciousness is always imagining itself more than it can ever be.
* * * *
Aphoristic nihilism.
* * * *
The insatiable hunger of consciousness, is a voracious beast, that has cast its shadow across the world.
* * * *
Doubt is the antidote to a conditioned mind.
* * * *
The awareness is as near as it is far.
* * * *
Nothing remains as it is.
* * * *
Continuity is a tempting illusion; a kaleidoscoping dreamtime without reality.
* * * *
Imagination is its own contagion.
* * * *
Keep your judgments to your Self; they say far more about you than those they target.
* * * *
None can help be, but what nature-nurture has shaped them to be.
* * * *
Caught in the 22 again.
* * * *
We are all dreams in each other's dreams.
* * * *
Stay empty in everything you do.
* * * *
A good full breath, waylays the mind from all its busy-busy judgments, and other such mind gorp.
* * * *
So, what does your imagination tell you this fine day?
* * * *
For at least a few moments, such as it is.
* * * *
Idolatry is the fate of those who lack the doubt to free themselves.
* * * *
Imagination is the great shape-shifter.
* * * *
To be at peace with your Self requires no effort, no struggle, no labor, no force, whatsoever.
* * * *
It is the dance of mind, naturally-selected since the big bang of genesis, to be You.
* * * *
Stare at anything long enough, and you will realize it is the mind that is moving.
* * * *
Imagination has you by the neurons.
* * * *
You have no right to anything, but what fate allots.
* * * *
Relax, it will not be all that much longer.
* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how does the endless pursuit of trivia get anyone?
* * * *
The awakened, see sand as gold, coal as diamonds, water as wine.
* * * *
A neural matrix.
* * * *
A mind bound by imagination will always find new limitations.
* * * *
Done enough.
* * * *
Wandering to and from on the spectrum of irony and paradox.
* * * *
Avoid moral dilemmas and quagmires; good and evil are the stillborn of duality.
* * * *
Intelligent design, fallacious design, or any design at all?
* * * *
The domestication crafted by entitlement does not fare well when Darwin pendulums serious.
* * * *
Guns, bunkers, supplies, alliances; not of much use if they cannot be accessed.
* * * *
Yet another ugly future-given.
* * * *
Another day in the quantum fever, chatting with your Self in whatever venues are wandered.
* * * *
Those who lack doubt will never get through the eye of the needle.
* * * *
Nothing is as real as it gets.
* * * *
The agenda of a true believer is without doubt.
* * * *
The cosmos is very much aware, within and without, prior to all priors, beyond all beyonds.
* * * *
Adulthood is the price one pays for losing their innocence.
* * * *
What will the world be like without you? Most likely the same as it was with you.
* * * *
Self-doubt can be a debilitating habit; and like all habits, hard, but not impossible to break.
* * * *
Ethics is forum mind gorp that passes the time.
* * * *
You cannot abuse your mother, and not expect her to come gunning for you.
* * * *
If you cannot doubt, you are blind to truth.
* * * *
How so many can be so satisfied with so much less is beyond all reckoning.
* * * *
The irony is within the paradox, and the paradox, within the irony.
* * * *
All this was written long before the sands of time came along.
* * * *
Pride is much imaginary ado about nothing.
* * * *
Ever the same You, playing out every creation across all eternity.
* * * *
The show must go on; easier to ignore this sort of scribbling, for vanity and greed’s sake.
* * * *
There are many paths, treading all about this pale blue dot of a dust ball, all to the same grave.
* * * *
That is probably not good idea.
* * * *
You only pretend to be a body, a world, a cosmos; in reality, You are none of it.
* * * *
What will be the future of our kind, and life on this pale blue dot, You do often wonder.
* * * *
You have always been perfect just the way you are.
* * * *
New figurine, new symbol, new dogma, new whatever; same old idolatry.
* * * *
The worst thing than an assassination attempt, is a failed one.
* * * *
Self-serving followers make for a self-serving God.
* * * *
Nothing exists because of imagination.
* * * *
The mystery is all things at all times all at once.
* * * *
There is no getting edgewise into the moment.
* * * *
Would you allow someone else to torture you, the way you do yourself?
* * * *
So alone, the mind-body could die, and there would be no difference.
* * * *
What would be the point of anything less?
* * * *
Do nothing, and nothing will become apparent.
* * * *
Is there any limit to our affinity for absurdity?
* * * *
Vote NO! on climate change; let Mother Nature know what you think.
* * * *
If you must worship something, make it the right-here-right-now eternal moment.
* * * *
That will be for history to judge.
* * * *
There is are no ‘moments’ – there is only one moment, one timeless moment, one eternal moment.
* * * *
Grasping the ungraspable, is an ungraspable task.
* * * *
So many pretending they really know something.
* * * *
A still mind is a free mind.
* * * *
The missing piece.
* * * *
No point reading any of this if you already have your answer.
* * * *
There is no happy ending, unless you are perchance that which is unborn-undying.
* * * *
The temptation of nirvana hovers in every moment.
* * * *
Losing it, one day at a time
* * * *
Ultimately, what is worth remembering?
* * * *
No story, no matter how real and true, no matter how fantastical, can touch the eternal moment.
* * * *
Any story, no matter when written, is only as real as your belief in it.
* * * *
It is history that got us into this fine mess, and only detaching from it can get us out.
* * * *
There is no past, there is no future, there is only this moment, right here, right now.
* * * *
What point feeling sorry for yourself?
* * * *
Absurdity is in charge, and madness, its bleak shadow.
* * * *
Rarely pays to get in the way of vanity and greed.
* * * *
The futility of nothing, always trying to be something, for some, becomes Self-apparent.
* * * *
The wonder! The wonder!
* * * *
The moment is the fruit of Eden; the tree of knowledge is just a distraction.
* * * *
Necessity will out every variety of solution.
* * * *
Regarding God and related rumors; that you believe you have figured it, likely means you have not.
* * * *
A slow-burn, under-the-radar, revolutionary mein-kampf; very likely to go entirely unnoticed.
* * * *
There is no Original Sin; only an Original Flaw
* * * *
Fuck that!
* * * *
Food and drink begin their gastric journey into shit and pee as soon as they enter your mouth.
* * * *
To which so many are chained.
* * * *
All we two-leggeds are, is crunchy-chewy-gooey grubs, chock-full of imaginary whimsicality.
* * * *
So many ways to fill this mystery theater continuum, if all you are doing is living.
* * * *
Unless you are in one of them, there are so many worse places, so many worse times, to be.
* * * *
No point holding on to what was neither here nor there in the first place.
* * * *
How has the absurdity of dualistic notion, retained any credence at all, in the human paradigm?
* * * *
Right here, right now, is a moment within the moment.
* * * *
A most obvious truth.
* * * *
Easy-peasy to make up whatever deities your imaginary blend of desire and fear require.
* * * *
Be ye truth seeker, or lie keeper?
* * * *
Truth is not a debate; it is not rhetorical masturbation.
* * * *
Push that ethics button as often as you might, it is ever but an imaginary salve.
* * * *
Time cannot stop, because it never started.
* * * *
The moment is detached, the moment is the detachment, You are the detachment, You are the moment.
* * * *
How can anything but a quiet, still, serene mind, truly embrace the eternal moment?
* * * *
Entitlement runs deep.
* * * *
Seriously, who can be saved, when everything is very much nothing?
* * * *
You are but the moment dreaming its Self real.
* * * *
You know your calling, your passion, when you would pay to do it.
* * * *
Truth is not a dare.
* * * *
The mind-body can be its own best friend; the mind-body can be its own worst enemy.
* * * *
Check your attachments at the door, please.
* * * *
If you want to stop space, to stop time, try stopping your mind.
* * * *
Ceaseless judging; that, is what we do.
* * * *
Easier to dumb down than it is to grit and gumption up.
* * * *
Be your own imaginary best friend.
* * * *
How many people really want to spend that much time in anyone else’s mind?
* * * *
What will all the progeny go through, for the rest of human history, is a horror-filled ponder.
* * * *
Only nothing would be forever, if time existed, if space existed, if anything existed.
* * * *
The long sleep of oblivion will be a welcome changeless.
* * * *
Nothing need not, nothing cannot, be saved.
* * * *
Embrace eternity.
* * * *
Most all lives narrow down from vibrant rivers to gurgling streams before it is over.
* * * *
Eternal grace is yours for the now-ing.
* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how, is any other, in the stillness of pure awareness?
* * * *
The space-time continuum is but scientific jargon for eternity.
* * * *
Quality ... Excellence … Caliber … Competence … in everything you do … is the best of all polices.
* * * *
Conspiracy to one tribe, is but a mission-oriented group consensus to another.
* * * *
Best laid plans make the gods on high laugh with glee.
* * * *
Prior to all sensations, physical or mental, You are.
* * * *
Congratulations, your God is as vain and greedy as you.
* * * *
A very original work about a very original mystery.
* * * *
What need for rebirth, once you have discerned what you truly are?
* * * *
To care what any other thinks of You, why?
* * * *
Hard to let go of an edifice, in which so much imagination has been invested.
* * * *
This is your moment; embrace it.
* * * *
There is far more language available to play with in this time, than was ever accessible to the sages of old.
* * * *
Is there anything, more wearing than people who think they are superior than everyone else?
* * * *
Nothing has no reality, but what imagination gives it.
* * * *
It being a God-eat-God dreamtime, everything is eaten sooner or later.
* * * *
What circuitous wander has brought You to this moment, pondering these many thoughts?
* * * *
The moment knows no other.
* * * *
How many things you coulda-shoulda-woulda done differently? Or the same, in a different way?
* * * *
The geeks have taken the human paradigm, have taken the Garden of Gaia, down a dead-end road.
* * * *
The next breath could be your last; are you ready?
* * * *
Artificial Intelligence is unlimited in all the ways imagination can take it; envy the future, pity the future.
* * * *
All so predictable, all so passé.
* * * *
An attentive breath wipes clean all the bothers of your imaginary cosmos, your imaginary realm.
* * * *
Where else is there to be content, but this very here, this very now, this very moment, this very breath.
* * * *
Nothing moves You.
* * * *
The Big Bang of Consciousness, creator of infinity, hath no bounds, but death.
* * * *
Worldly temptations are many and ever more.
* * * *
Just You – very, very, very, exceedingly very, much alone – witnessing Your version of a cosmos.
* * * *
Regarding Eternity, You can never stop what never started.
* * * *
The unborn-undying eye is within all sentience.
* * * *
For there to be good, there must be evil, and that, my friend, is duality in a nutshell.
* * * *
Eden did not disappear; You just stopped seeing it.
* * * *
And some call it, evolution.
* * * *
You are king or queen of your imaginary cosmos; only death can unseat you.
* * * *
You will follow, until you find courage enough, to hold the reins.
* * * *
Feed ze tongue at your peril.
* * * *
Humankind voluntarily surrendered its sovereign sentience to imagination, the great usurper.
* * * *
Personal responsibility? What’s that about?
* * * *
All belief systems are one imaginary concoction or another, none in any way-shape-form real.
* * * *
Ta-da!
* * * *
The mystery is only as obvious as any given mind can upstream swim.
* * * *
Wisdom comes with a full metal jacket.
* * * *
Pay attention to the job description, both written and unwritten.
* * * *
A pale blue dot, every moment at war – indivisibly creating, preserving, destroying.
* * * *
So much of everything, and yet, so little wisdom, so little contentment.
* * * *
Eternity is easily bypassed, by the many who neither see nor hear nor question.
* * * *
So much of everything, yet, so little wisdom, so little contentment.
* * * *
Meaning and purpose is whatever you make it, if you make it anything at all.
* * * *
What point being engaged, being governed, being waylaid, by notions fueled by imagination?
* * * *
Pick something you love, and let it kill you.
* * * *
The observer is the observed; the observed is the observer.
* * * *
Guaranteed, this dreamworld does not care one iota what You think or do.
* * * *
What law but his own can bind the explorer of consciousness?
* * * *
A go-figure moment.
* * * *
Paths to glory, that begin as super highways, often turn into rutted backroads.
* * * *
How can a wee mind ever have more than a wee view?
* * * *
Every awakening is its own story, its own time, its own space, its own tempo, its own mind, no two alike.
* * * *
How sorry I feel for the future's children whenever I pass a playground.
* * * *
Free will is an extremely dubious concept.
* * * *
How can karma stick to the moment, but through imagination?
* * * *
Surrendering to the mystery, to the unknown, to eternity, to the moment, is child’s play.
* * * *
The moment has no weight but what the imaginary mind carries through it.
* * * *
Awareness has no persona, but what the wind of imagination blows through it.
* * * *
What is it to have no other imbedded in your mind?
* * * *
… When have You never been? … When will You never be? …
* * * *
What the senses, a dollop of gravity, and a little light, hath created.
* * * *
Might makes right, and weakness wags its finger.
* * * *
What sort of cosmos would it be if time was more than a concept?
* * * *
The dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed.
* * * *
No matter how many dimensions creation may create, all are of the same mystery.
* * * *
Death is not easy to embrace when the clarion of life abounds.
* * * *
In the race to extinction, what point, tapping the brakes?
* * * *
Avoid troubling your Self.
* * * *
Yet another beguiling story of deities and demons, oh joy, oh yawn.
* * * *
Doing nothing takes practice.
* * * *
Only the spaceless-timeless, unborn-undying, unfathomable-ineffable, are free.
* * * *
Mind can be a torture chamber, or a joyful celebration; every moment its own imaginary revelation.
* * * *
The old is ever new, and the new, ever old.
* * * *
How did that not occur to you before?
* * * *
Would You exist, without imagination, imagining it so?
* * * *
The eternal is not an every-once-in-a-while thing; it is an every-moment-right-here-right-now thing.
* * * *
Attachment to outcomes of any sort it a sure way to flummox the mind.
* * * *
God is far too omnipresent, too omniscient, too omnipotent, to be subjugated by any mindset’s storyline.
* * * *
Truth is in the remembering; Truth is in the forgetting.
* * * *
It is right there, as plain as the nose on your face, if you could see that, either.
* * * *
Those who speak do not know.
* * * *
An immaculate conception, witnessed through the all-seeing, unborn-undying, eye of awareness.
* * * *
Memory is the food bank of vanity.
* * * *
Imagination imagines that it is alive, but where is the pudding to prove it?
* * * *
A good full breath, contains all the detachment that is needed, to offset the illusionary quantum matrix.
* * * *
Time well spent, is mind well dreamed.
* * * *
Wander the mountain until you become the mountain.
* * * *
Creators generally move on to the next creation well before any applause for the last handiwork.
* * * *
There is no end to more; one must simply stop.
* * * *
How callously indifferent a mind must become, to harm any fellow earthling great or small.
* * * *
Those who know do not speak.
* * * *
To see it, to be it, to the unborn-undying of the essential beingness, is the every-moment challenge.
* * * *
Only the spaceless-timeless-unborn-undying are free.
* * * *
The awareness of every sentient being, a unique translation of the same ineffable mystery.
* * * *
Just because it seems real, does not make it real.
* * * *
Life is just the mystery, caught in a biological mainframe, full of sentience.
* * * *
Drops of wisdom drip-drip-drip from the true mind.
* * * *
Any paradigm founded and funded by imagination, only has the reality imagination bequeaths it.
* * * *
Superstition is the fallacy, the delusion, the perversity, to which many an irrational mind clings.
* * * *
The great silence stills tongues.
* * * *
For a paradigm to overcome its irrational limits, would require a cleansing of genocidal proportion.
* * * *
The quantum matrix is an ineffable mystery to its common denominator, the one and only nothing.
* * * *
How do you hold on to nothing, when there is nothing to hold on to?
* * * *
You do need to ask permission to be your Self.
* * * *
The unifying principal is supercalifragilisticexpialidociously simple … It is all one … ‘Nuff said.
* * * *
Every mind, its own Sisyphean reckoning.
* * * *
If someone cannot see the obvious, there is no point arguing about it.
* * * *
How can it all go on and on and on, but through the illusions-delusions-absurdities, of vanity and avarice?
* * * *
Whose fake new rules the day?
* * * *
What, other than imagination, discerns the ultimate truth of anything?
* * * *
Nothing to do, and all day to do it.
* * * *
You are the same moment, You have always been.
* * * *
Daily headlines are the first drafts of tomorrow’s history books.
* * * *
Is the quantum stardust God, or is the quantum stardust wafting through God?
* * * *
Go ahead, douse the human paradigm with another speculation.
* * * *
Another cult, yawn.
* * * *
Are you really anything more than an in and out of an ocean of air in the kaleidoscoping moment?
* * * *
Another thankless moment springs into action.
* * * *
Time is but a wee little concept buried deep in the root ball of imaginary notions.
* * * *
New day, new way.
* * * *
Maybe you should follow your own advice.
* * * *
Awareness is the intelligence; consciousness, the imaginary charioteer.
* * * *
Truth is only true to those who subscribe to it.
* * * *
What – about the unborn-undying, spaceless, timeless, indelible, ineffable abyss – can ever be known?
* * * *
Like cats on a chalkboard.
* * * *
How can you ever be late, or in the wrong place, when here now, is the only time and place there is to be.
* * * *
You earn the same respect you give, if you are lucky.
* * * *
You can only delve as deep as your doubt.
* * * *
You shall have no other gods before You.
* * * *
The future is now.
* * * *
Life is the muse for any creator.
* * * *
Will you die with your vanity intact?
* * * *
No matter – how big, how mighty, how prosperous, how renowned – they get, all religions are cults.
* * * *
Look clearly within, and You will see clearly without.
* * * *
Odds are, even that which we call God, by oh-so-many names, does not know how it all came to be.
* * * *
Hard to stop a hater from hating.
* * * *
The will of destiny marches to its own tune.
* * * *
Even that which matters most, matters not.
* * * *
If you cannot control your willy-nilly imaginary mind, at least do the favor of not inflicting it on others.
* * * *
Nothing does it.
* * * *
Regarding counting moments, hard to tag a thing that cannot be seen or heard, and does not shuffle about.
* * * *
How seriously we take our imaginary selves, and our relatively brief, narcissistic-hedonistic dreamtimes.
* * * *
And in the face of this revelation, vanity is still front and center in all.
* * * *
Nothing is greater than any deity real or imagined.
* * * *
It has been a good dream.
* * * *
What is any seeker, any quester, but the hunter of countless mysteries unknown and unknowable.
* * * *
Well, you tried.
* * * *
Wisdom is distillation of experience; sympathy and empathy, among its chief fermenting agents.
* * * *
How does everything end? ... Badly.
* * * *
Another tidbit for the circular file.
* * * *
Eternity is like that.
* * * *
No, no, no, ten thousand times, no.
* * * *
The truth is oblivion; You are oblivion.
* * * *
Imagination will always be a wannabe when it comes to being real.
* * * *
You, all alone – in a cosmos, a world, a form, a mind, a space, a time, a dream – but never of it.
* * * *
How can anyone prove what can never be proven?
* * * *
You might be back in Old School any day now; be ready.
* * * *
Another day, chasing the clock, racing stoplights, in the rush to oblivion.
* * * *
The imaginary mind-body is the only space-time machine, and every two-legged its own timeline.
* * * *
Nothing matters; not even nothing.
* * * *
Sacks of genetic material – permeated, pervaded, infused, saturated, soaked – in imagination’s matrix.
* * * *
Can there be a You, without a body of some dimensional sort?
* * * *
The agony of it all creates so many wounds, so many scars, so many tears; why do we do it to ourselves?
* * * *
The most elemental-fundamental-essential level is the primordial spirit.
* * * *
No one can prove anything.
* * * *
Can you change your mind?
* * * *
You are not your imagination.
* * * *
Delve as deeply as you might, there is no place to arrive.
* * * *
You are not anything the mind pretends, not anything the mind portends.
* * * *
Details to follow.
* * * *
That God knows who-what-where-when-why-how all this is happening, is an unprovable assumption.
* * * *
You certainly do cling to your primal fear.
* * * *
Truth is but the eternal moment, through which all illusion wafts.
* * * *
The ego mind is but a veil, through which the eye of awareness You are, peers; detached, immortal.
* * * *
There is not, and has never been – nor will there ever be – any other.
* * * *
The morning perch calls its regulars.
* * * *
Imagination is the veil of illusion; the patterning, believing itself real.
* * * *
"It has to be something more," is an unprovable assertion.
* * * *
To even declare "I Am" is a dubious assertion.
* * * *
The binds, the Gordian Knot, of human thinking, are many and without end.
* * * *
Maybe on your deathbed, you will realize how equal to everything you are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
The blue pill is certainly easier to swallow.
* * * *
Back on board
* * * *
What conceptual frameworks have ever touched reality?
* * * *
It for imagination to decide its fate.
* * * *
Embrace the futility.
* * * *
Mathematicians and musicians speak universal languages to which not all minds are privy.
* * * *
Cloaked in plain-sight nondescript, the king of the world, the king of the cosmos, stands aloof.
* * * *
And freedom, what is that, really?
* * * *
Sometimes, you have just got to start all over; perhaps many times.
* * * *
To realize how alone You truly are, is not a fate many embrace.
* * * *
The living who are dead, count themselves few.
* * * *
Yet another shoulda-coulda-woulda moment passes into oblivion.
* * * *
The awareness, the moment, is church enough, religion enough, for any and all.
* * * *
Ultimate truth cannot be usurped by the – brittle swords, false shields, broken chariots – of ignorance.
* * * *
Cheating only cheats the cheater of integrity.
* * * *
Opting for magical thinking over empirical observation; well, enjoy your delusion.
* * * *
Unmasking your delusions, is a process not unakin to that of a chick, pecking its way out of its prison.
* * * *
Tollbooths, at every opportunity, is how it works, for those who play the game.
* * * *
How absurd to believe your self-absorbed, imaginary mind-body character, is even one iota immortal.
* * * *
Distraction is the surest restraint.
* * * *
No matter how much you imagine you know, the unknowable can never be known.
* * * *
It is all God, including You, figure it out.
* * * *
The God, so many in imagination project, is really formed and adorned, with their own narcissistic vanity.
* * * *
Is it real hunger, or just the insatiable quantum mind, choosing between different sensations?
* * * *
We so love our stories, that a world was built to house them.
* * * *
Everyone has a cadence, a drumbeat, a heartbeat, to which they diligently march out their destinies.
* * * *
Speculation is the quagmire of imagination.
* * * *
Hurry up and wait.
* * * *
What combination of any words of wisdom, in what moment, will unlock and unleash your cosmic Self?
* * * *
As magnificent as it imagines itself to be, imagination is but a mortal player, destined for obscurity.
* * * *
Imagination is always out and about, on the march, on the hunt, questing one thing or another.
* * * *
All others are but imaginary illusions of the quantum kind.
* * * *
It's happening again.
* * * *
It is pride, vanity, generosity, hope, that has written this opus.
* * * *
Surprised! Surprise!
* * * *
No one can ever more than speculate, what it takes any given creator, to create.
* * * *
Democracy is a rather futile attempt to make life fair and equal, for some.
* * * *
Waiting for Old School to make a comeback.
* * * *
All we are is crunchy-chewy-gooey with imagination.
* * * *
A bubble of detachment is a good space to hang.
* * * *
No need to suffer along with the mind-body.
* * * *
The history of the mystery, is everything imaginable, and nothing all the while.
* * * *
How easy to imagine your book the greatest story ever told, when it is the only one you have ever read.
* * * *
No one else but your little self needs convincing.
* * * *
Whether it is called good or evil, there are many reasons, why the road less traveled, is less traveled
* * * *
What possible good does it do, feeling sorry for yourself?
* * * *
How would any less a vision even be possible?
* * * *
Why seek forgiveness from any imaginary other, when forgiving your Self is more than enough.
* * * *
Is it cheating if you are playing a different game?
* * * *
The blade of discernment has a razor’s edge, that only the very wise, have the wit with which to whittle.
* * * *
Idolatry and magical thinking tend to lark about hand in hand.
* * * *
Whenever you totally surrender, it always feels like the first time.
* * * *
Nothing new under the sun? Well, if it is new to you, how much newer can it get?
* * * *
Instinct has never been a match, for the will born of imagination.
* * * *
Heavens and hells are all merely fabricated whims of imagination.
* * * *
Believing you know something can make for an arduous journey.