Soundbites
Floating through eternity; gravity, but the weaver of the quantum deception.
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Is falling in love anything more than another of delusion's endless masquerades?
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The Fates always hold true.
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Attachment to anything in this dreamtime, is ultimately meaningless.
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Imagination has no entry into eternity’s immaculate nature.
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Are You able to wander your world, your cosmos, your mind, and want nothing from it?
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Nothing, personified.
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Just another quantum facade.
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Vision, sound, feeling, smell, taste: the weavers of mind.
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The eternal moment is far too simple for many if not most minds to accept.
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For the want of a comma, a sentence was lost.
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The Planet of the Chimps, indeed, indeed, and on steroids.
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Arguing over illusion is about – as meaningless, as pointless, as irrational, as futile, as absurd – as it gets.
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Just another Mammon worshipper.
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Imagination has no access to, nor control of, the one and only answer.
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Any true ministry resides in the happenstance of the daily wander.
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This is not a test.
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Why would any deity need to further judge, what You little-doubt have done, times beyond counting.
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Ethics in warfare is an oxymoron.
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The quantum mind is adept at connecting dots; often into great horrors, great absurdities.
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So much oxygen deprivation across the board.
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What does it take, to change the default setting, from the worldly mind, to the eternal one?
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The illusion requires imagination, and imagination, illusion.
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Imagination cannot breathe for You.
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Find your tabula rasa.
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Do you really believe all your lies fool anyone but your imaginary self?
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It is not all about my self; it is all about my-Self.
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There is but one truth, and it holds steady, holds fast, holds true, in any and all dimensions.
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From its first etchings, imagination has meandered a fated path, from which it cannot in any way deviate.
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Assertions do not for truth make.
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Only in empty-tablet tabula rasa, are You free; attentive, sound, yogic breathing, a pretty-sure means.
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All creation requires some level of destruction, and all destruction renders some form of creation.
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So savagely droll.
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The insatiable mind every moment consumes through the lens of its frame of reference.
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A worldwide game of thrones, spewing every imaginable this-way-and-that.
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Give peace a chance, in hell.
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Those who play what they are not, is the artistry of the earnest actor.
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How accurate can any history be?
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Never assume You are being watched; never assume You are not being watched.
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What point, all the vanities, all the greed, all the horrors, all the seven deadlies?
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Imagination is the first and last addiction.
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There is only one exit.
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Only by stilling, the desires, the fears, the dreads, is it possible to be the moment, You truly are.
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‘I promise’ … One of the more preposterous lines in way too many scripts.
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Discerning the great truth makes for a calm indifference.
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Rocks and flags stop moving when the mind does.
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How long can the busy-busy mind, endure the stillness, for which it imagines it longs?
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Illusion, that dreamtime ever is, it every moment, seems real enough.
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Unnaming is an option.
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The moment is a long timeless.
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Not knowing takes You the distance.
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Why would You choose a life of harming others in any way?
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No mountain stands forever.
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What was Eden like before the first concept, before the first taste of the fruit of knowledge?
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As is true for all.
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Who are you to judge anything, when You are, in reality, all of it?
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Synapse collapse, it’s real.
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Shed that imaginary identity like You would a coat.
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We are all just inspirations for the record of ourselves.
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The mask of idolatry is worn by many minds.
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Every mind-body plays out a matchless destiny, and all are but kaleidoscoping spins of the same mystery.
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So many ways for vanity to cloak itself in self-absorbed pain and suffering.
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Let it all go.
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What are all religions, all dogmas, but the ceaseless, self-absorbed dance of predator and prey.
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Is there anything more, that disturbs people, than being laughed at?
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From the ultimate view, to declare anything this or that, rides the wave of absurdity.
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Hold fast.
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See it as reality, see it as illusion, your choice.
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Every measurement that mind can imagine, means diddly-squat to the quantum matrix.
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Make your Self, make your awareness, make your moment, make your eternity, the default setting.
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Are You lost, or are You found?
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All fates are the consequence, of all the choiceless choices, it took to reach the finish line.
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How is it that any imaginary mind can truly believe that it has any say in its fate?
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How to keep the ever-churning mind, in the ever-present moment, is a never-ending challenge.
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Embrace the aloneness.
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No point getting all bent out of shape, debating with a species sprinting toward oblivion.
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To discern the Way, is a no-definitive-way pathless path; all are dreams unto their Selves.
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Evaporate through all frames and boundaries to reach the formless state.
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To be remembered by anyone, requires some level of notoriety, in whatever way the perceiver deigns.
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Become aware of all the protective psychic layers to which You are harbor.
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The dreamtime is for You to play out as nature-nurture deigns.
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Ignorance is indeed a bliss of its own.
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Why do You think the immeasurable is called immeasurable?
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What bet with your fated future, are You going to make, down that fork in your pathless path?
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Always hungry for more, more, more.
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What is depression, but the mind-body's self-absorption, spiraling into mind-numbing muddles.
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Like wresting with a pig in a mudhole – the pig is right at home, grunting away in ecstasy.
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Well done.
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How can the truth be so glaringly obvious, and yet, so many, so irrationally, so absurdly, blind to it?
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You are all that is, and is not, tabula rasa.
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Nice enough.
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Let it all go, and there You are, pure, immaculate awareness, tabula rasa, the eternal life of eternity.
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That paycheck can have a way of – setting aside, putting off, adjourning, suspending – ethical choices.
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Ethics is a privilege, not a right.
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Whatever it is you are ‘supposed’ to be doing, you are already doing right here, right now.
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Redesigning intelligent design.
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If there is nowhere to go, no place to be, what, pray tell, is the rush?
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An alternate existence is whatever You might imagine it to be, as You already do this one.
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It is the ineffable You that is reborn again and again, not the imaginary you.
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Good shot.
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Innocence, ignorance, delusion, absurdity – major components of most any groupthink.
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It is in the unborn-undying moment, in the here-now of awareness, that You discern your perfection.
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To thine own Self, be true.
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Imagination concocts every imaginable problem, in a mystery where there are none.
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Breathe in the ephemeral, breathe out the ephemeral.
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The harvest of noise is a thorn-filled mind.
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What religion is not founded on, or laced with, some form of idolatry.
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Taste the body, the world, the universe, your space and time in mind offers; the observer is the observed.
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Discern the mind that wanders unknowing.
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To be, to allow, to play win-win, is a rare feat, in a Darwinian world.
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The great fallacy, is believing You know anything.
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How long was a day when your version of God took six of them to genesis all this?
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How can the sculptor and the sculpture, not be one in the same?
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What horrors tribalism is every moment so proficient.
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No need to stay in the Darwinian game, when winning and losing lose their sway.
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Seriously, folks.
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There will be no messiah, for it is You who must awaken You, it is your hand that rests on the helm.
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How is it that the aloneness, universally innate to all, is not heralded as the eternal treasure that it is?
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What is Sunday-morning-at-church tithing, but the weekly shearing of the sheeples.
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It only takes one thought to find your Self back in the slammer of your imaginary mind.
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The imaginary you, is the harvest of your imaginary mind.
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We are all fallacies unto our own minds.
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The no-mind is the harvest of those who truly seek that most true.
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What is spiritual materialism, but the ego-identity, continuing its ongoing flight of fallacy with illusion.
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Heaven and Hell are states of mind, to which all have equal access with a flip of the switch.
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How is it that You ever imagined, that your origin was ever any different, than anyone or anything else’s?
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I Am … is the revolution of the unbounded mind.
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It is what it is, and nothing anyone thinks or does, has ever mattered, even one iota of diddley-squat.
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From attachment, detach; from detachment, detach; nothing is as anyone thinks.
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It is less about what any other thinks about You, than it is, what You think they think about You.
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The only difference between any given You and me, is the perceptions, the vanities, born of imagination.
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On your mark … Get set … Now!
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This discernment of the awareness, this insight into the eternal, cannot be imitated.
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You are a bag of bones in appearance only; your reality is prior to all words and forms.
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Absoluteness is the common denominator of all.
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Though Maya pulls every magician's trick, to convince You there are many, in truth, there is only one.
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Your discontent is born of separation; surrender to the sovereignty of serenity.
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Awakening is for every one, yet not for everyone; the many are called, few are chosen, conundrum.
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Accept nothing short of direct perception; what point is there to anything less?
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If You seek to attain the eternal quantum mind, You must abandon your sense of dualistic notion.
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Those discerning reality can only feel compassion, for the masses who tarry in ignorance and confusion.
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Separation from the source is purgatory; heaven is the born-again reunion within.
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The hell of consciousness offers little peace; heaven is the stillness of absolute awareness.
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Your real family are those of like-mindedness; they may or may not be related by blood.
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Herein are many thoughts, all of them pointing back to you, in the most real, the most elevated way.
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A drop that has lost its sense of ocean, suffers the agony of isolating separation.
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Any belief that You are separate from the totality, is established entirely upon unwarranted delusion.
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Are You a serious seeker, or just a player dabbling?
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Just another fraud.
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Peel away all appearances, and what is left; the mind, the body, the senses, are not You.
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To perceive the isness of awareness directly; what higher purpose could there possibly be?
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You may have to experience suffering in many ways, depending on your vain resistance to the indivisible.
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Any given mythos may try to explain the journey, but none can convey to any to where all paths end.
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The eternal mind is prior to the space-time continuum.
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Liberation is the harvest of enlightenment.
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Wailing for the dead and dying only displays ignorance, of the immortal reality of this elusive light show.
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To judge someone by their past, is to miss what they may have learned, or have yet to learn from it.
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Imagination is no shield against the quantum reality.
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The good news is that, yes, You can be free; the drag is that it is up to You to figure it out.
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Your fear of the unknown is unwarranted; You are it, have ever been it, will ever be it.
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It is all just an endless load of crap, get over it and move on, ever alone.
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You are a human being by design only, and from the eternal perspective, fads change very quickly.
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Sexuality is like any hunger, You feed it, and it disappears; You deny it, and it devours You.
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Release the world in your mind, and where are You, when are You, but the only now that has ever been.
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What You are ready to learn will find You; listen closely and clearly for the knock.
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Even the stillest stones churn away in the quantum sea.
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Do You really believe some deity is going to look at your life, and tip the scales in your favor?
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Another one-man band weaving down a pathless path.
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The illusional-delusional mind is in an accelerating-exponential sprint to extinction.
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You are not required to embrace all the technologies driving the lemmings into the dystopian shoals.
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For consciousness to be anywhere but here now, is a long and winding path, laced with suffering.
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Why envy experiences others manifest; You have your own to dreamtime wander.
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The senses are merely specialized nerve endings, evolved though eternity’s quantum orchestration.
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Be sure to realize, that when You watch your offspring suffer, You did not have to bring them here.
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Breathe in You, breathe out You.
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Wisdom can leave no stone unturned, without turning a stone.
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Whether or not, the cosmos created You, or You, the cosmos, is yet another chicken and egg conundrum.
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End all concern of becoming something or someone, what You truly are is before everything and nothing.
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You have yet to meet someone or something, that is not a mirror of your own awareness.
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A multi-dimensional tapestry, too inexplicable for any but god-minds, to but vaguely comprehend.
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The world exists because You are witness; without your presence, none of this would be.
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Both the cosmos and eternity are as close as they are far.
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The predators long ago realized how easy it was, to beguile and control and fleece the sheeples.
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Is philanthropy any more than consciousness, seeking immortality in the minds of others?
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How easy it is, to fast, if You disconnect the tongue.
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There is no solution, but the inevitable consequences, of all things approached by imbalanced minds.
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Hang out in the left brain, when it is all about monkey chatter; the right side when stillness has the floor.
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All these absurdities just to maintain the body, and the mind's plethora of insatiable cravings.
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You are more attached to the world, than You are the “I Am.”
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If there is existence after death, will it still be harbor to the same absurdity as this one?
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The first and last question is, who are You; once answered, what need for more?
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How much do You allow what You say or do, to hinge upon what You imagine others think?
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Sticks and stones break bones; words only injure if You give them the weight of imagination.
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So much gibberish; be done with it.
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What is there to figure out, but why You created all this in the first place.
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Oh, but we do so love our villains.
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What goes up must come down; existence is a statistical mystery.
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The sun makes the light show possible, but the source of its power is ever You.
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To spend your existence counting a mound of gold, is to miss the immeasurable wealth You truly are.
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Empires and mountains and galaxies come and go; the quantum matrix indivisibly permeates them all.
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It is the indivisible awareness, the quantum nothingness of eternity, that is the essence of all things.
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What is not distraction?
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Dive beneath the choppy waves of the mind's reefs, into the silent, serene depths of eternal beingness.
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At the core of your personality is the insecurity, explaining your adaptation to mortal existence.
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Creation is harbor to all potentials, with no attachment to any, ergo, destruction is its constant companion.
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You found it again.
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Idolatry is a self-absorbed theater, of those unwilling or incapable, of perceiving, of realizing, true nature.
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It is not material things that are the problem, but the weight of attachment they are given.
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There are countless versions of the golden calf, that You must someday melt into quantum clay.
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Time to evolve.
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Why be dependent, on whether or not, anyone cares about You?
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Once You curmudgeon-ize, there is little likelihood, of mustering the energy for a cheery cheerleader role.
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Each moment is an intricate sand painting, which You are challenged to ever wipe away.
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These words are not for window-shopping tourists, but for sojourners questing their eternal birthright.
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Re: Jesus … The greatest story ever told, or the greatest lie ever sold … You decide.
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Embrace the eternal.
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Across time, that voice in the wilderness, can still be heard by You: I am that I Am.
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Serve the many others, as clay would the sculptor, but realize that You are ever Self, witnessing it all.
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So infinitely infinitesimal, as to be You.
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Indeed, among all the traps the mind may weave, playing sage perhaps poses the most subtle vanity of all.
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Ethics is the futile means, of applying brakes, to our kind’s rush to extinction.
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Imagination can be such a loose cannon.
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Ceaseless preoccupation with religious forms, only delays emergence into immaculate spirituality.
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How many ists and isms will push their groupthink, until there are none, but for those who sheeple.
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If a butterfly remained attached to previous incarnations, it would never fly.
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These thoughts are riddles, paradoxes, reflections, designed to chip at the rational mind until it cracks.
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Physical desires are satiable; but for discipline and restraint, psychological desires are without limits.
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How much can You change your mind, really?
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Those who are so ready to discern the antichrists, may well themselves be what the scriptures predicted.
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Allow desire's end to unfold gracefully; pride-filled suppression only fans the fire.
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The jungle is always evolving ways to consume You.
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How many apples have You ever met that have fallen far from their tree?
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It is either all illusion, or all real, no picking and choosing, for them who are truly looking.
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The moment is without recollection.
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What to cling to, nothing; what to let go of, everything.
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Perceive what You are, instead of always pretending to be, what You are not, were not, and will never be.
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The future passes into the past, well before You know it.
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It is not so much an issue of some deity loving You, as it is You discerning that its spring is your source.
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The mystery is the nothingness and everythingness, at the source of every quantum across the infinity.
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Life might be fair, if everyone played by the same rules, and You never got sick or hurt or old or dead.
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Your fate is your fate, You are just along for the ride.
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Curious how our kind always seems, to leave it to the next generation, to undertake the paradigm shift.
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The mystery created a variety of natural concoctions, that we might discern its presence within ourselves.
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Who the fuck are You, to presume what this mystery can or cannot create?
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See if You can wrap your wee little brain around that one.
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The truth of it cannot be unseen; the red pill cannot be un-swallowed.
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How aware are You of that portion of your mind, which once ruled this manifest world as a lizard?
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Why do You choose leaders who have no wisdom, whose vanity and greed are destroying the garden.
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Layers of identification, peel off like an onion, until You are nothing, but the air You breathe.
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To thine own eye, be true.
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Odds are, that You have already endured more torture than You deserve.
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The realization of one’s true nature, is a quality of mind, of awareness, well beyond any earthly rewards.
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Trying to capture this, is like clutching the wind, on a deathly still day.
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Though these many words, may seem abstract and intellectual, what they point to is not at all.
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What clock, what calendar, can measure eternity?
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Imagine a newborn of any seed line, absolute innocence groping about, in the tabula rasa of awareness.
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Has this Darwinian biosphere ever known even one moment’s peace?
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What there is to see cannot be seen by those, whose only view, is through the sensory feed.
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Your idols are concepts, images holding You back, from that for which You long.
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It is a curious thing how desperate so many are, for that for which mortality provides no access.
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You have never really been this body; imagination can be such a loose cannon.
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You will learn everything You need to know, to play out your existence, to complete your fate.
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Dress up, dress down, or wear nothing at all; it is but vanity if even a fig leaf comes to mind.
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A slave to the ship; row well and live.
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Greater prescience tends to catch on slowly; takes a lot more than a hundred monkeys.
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Chaos is the order.
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At this point in mind, any and all notions of reality, are little more than dubious and fleeting and ironic.
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Both a pleasurable and painful process, all this slapdash field research, on Eden under siege.
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No harm in admitting what You do not know, which is always going to be a heck of a lot, really.
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The question – “Where was I?” – has more depth than most will ever realize.
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Any translation is only as accurate, as the – breadth, width, depth – of the translator’s frame of reference.
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The vapor of mind, the fog of perception, the cloud of consciousness, the ocean of awareness.
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Joy, bliss, happiness – if it is essential to You – is right here, right now, not some future when.
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Always a good idea to pay attention to all your teachers.
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So alone as to completely disappear; existence, what was that about, anyway?
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Take it or leave it, it does not really matter; it is your show to do with whatever You will.
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So alone, as to Cheshire Cat disappear; existence, what was that about, anyway?
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Besides rotting away their source, judgments have a way of blowing back, in unforeseen ways.
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You must be that which is eternal, otherwise, how could You be so present in the unfolding day-to-day?
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Mother Nature, she is a pitiless beast, all things Eden, even You.
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If it is, so what? If it is not, so what?
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Hope and faith are monkey-mind gorp, ointless from their inception; why believe anything?
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It is only limitations that define You; the ultimate You is without attributes.
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The thin air of mountaintops and ivory towers, no doubt adds to the intoxication of surreal vistas.
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Is there anybody or anything You cannot live without?
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Loss is the mainstay of every fleeting moment, with death, the drop-the-curtain finale.
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Universes, created and destroyed, in less than the blink of an eye; and in just one breath, how many more?
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The history recorded, is the history regurgitated.
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Another day, another round of experiencing, in a life already chock-full of so many tidbits.
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Doubt is the eternal key to getting home; doubt everything, doubt everybody, to the depth of your being.
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Delusion is the comfort zone, of those who cannot face the truth; sanity resides in that prior to all thought.
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To thine own destiny, be true.
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Every flowing instant, is the big bang of consciousness, the genesis of awareness, the mystery of eternity.
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Change your fate, your destiny, however You will, that is only the direction it was headed, anyway.
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The nosedive into madness, into absurdity, is not easy to endure.
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Freedom is more than a word, and is free to all, who discern the essential nature, and therein reside.
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The Stonecutter, chipping away at the mountain.
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Once You are born, You must live, You must die, You really have no choice in the matter.
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It is a statistical certitude, that for every height, there is eventually an equal and opposite depth.
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Just because it is all one, does not mean it is not pathetic, even horrifying, at least several times a day.
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Life’s a bitch; still we cling.
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Oh, what the heck, no point slowing down now, let us just push the pedal down, a little further, shall we?
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Adapt or die, it ain’t rocket science.
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The ascension into irony and paradox, is not an easy thing to endure.
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We are the dice, rolling down the craps table.
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God weighted with attributes, God encased by limitations, God delineated in any way, is not God.
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In the world and of it, in the world and not of it; a schizophrenia of the so-called spiritual kind.
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Nothing can touch You, nothing can harm You, but that You lower the drawbridge of your mind.
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The foolishness of vanity compounding daily; a scratchy record that cannot play forever.
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The moment before You know it, how is that not God?
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It can never be more than this given eternal moment, so what is there to want, what is there to fear, really?
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No matter how much You believe You know, it is merely bits and pieces of a dream unknown.
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Eight going on nine going on ten-plus-plus-plus; way too many human beings on this poor Madre.
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Impulse control switch, off; impulse control switch, on.
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You really own nothing; neither your body, your mind, your things, nor even your existence.
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The limitations of the mind and body, real as they seem at the time, are entirely imagined.
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Beyond the point of no return; talk is cheap, and daily cheaper.
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Glory calls us all; it is a monkey thing.
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What to care about, and what not to care about; questions of more than a few billion dreams.
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Death is only a relatively few moments away; have You managed to let go of everything, yet?
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Just another of the seemingly countless things, You seem to have to go through to see through.
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Birth in one hand, death in the other, clap them together, and what do You have?
* * * *
A mind given over to awareness, is a tossed pebble casting no ripples.
* * * *
Truth is so matter of fact, that the only real curiosity, is why so many, have such difficulty discerning it.
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As long as it may seem at the time – the body, the world, the cosmos – is but a relatively brief distraction.
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This fleeting moment is all You really have; are You giving it your absolute attention?
* * * *
The absolute fearlessness of pure awareness, is the only remedy to the delusion of suffering.
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You are Soul; forget everything else.
* * * *
When thoughts cease, when consciousness stills, time dissolves into the awareness of eternal life.
* * * *
True madness knows no boundaries, a frame of reference beyond comparison.
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What can ever be done about all the followers, who follow leaders, who only lead them astray?
* * * *
Live to die? Or die to live?
* * * *
The vampires win You over by dangling morsels that appeal to your vanity and greed.
* * * *
Vampires harvest others, because they cannot discern within, the ultimate prior to all notions.
* * * *
What You do not know may not hurt You now, but at least it will not bother You until then.
* * * *
Always curious what perceptions stick in the memory banks.
* * * *
Another day of gravity slowly pulling the dreamer, back into Mother Nature’s impartial embrace.
* * * *
Much easier to superficially idolize a form or concept, than it is to discern what it truly represents within.
* * * *
You do not have to be a rocket scientist to get the gist of most anything.
* * * *
The capacity some have for over-the-top delusion, is both an arduous and fascinating thing to witness.
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Quel dommage (What a pity).
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Before You call someone else crazy or strange, maybe You should take a closer look in the mirror.
* * * *
You will have to let go of everything sooner or later; may as well start practicing right here, right now.
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Not easy to pay full attention every moment; the mind is, indeed, a wayward wanderer.
* * * *
Even the wisest fall into foolery.
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Is the mind really any more than a set of patterns, to which each of us, in our own way, subscribes?
* * * *
Peer back to what You were, before the conditioning took root, and molded You into eternal dreamtime.
* * * *
No God will ever be as puny as anyone imagines.
* * * *
It is most challenging, to be in the world, and not of it; Samsara is, indeed, an intrepid adversary.
* * * *
Total Self agape, in the most unfathomable way, is the sovereign freedom some call eternal bliss.
* * * *
The ever-busy mind is worth ignoring, if You can muster full attention, to the lucidity of pure awareness.
* * * *
Irony and paradox peddle their wares wherever minds allow.
* * * *
Mind is both inmate and guard.
* * * *
Betrayal from so many corners, so many unexpected directions, neither a borrower nor lender be.
* * * *
You are caught up in the web of delusion, because You would rather live a lie, than face truth squarely.
* * * *
Hope is the outcome of idealism, unreconciled with reality, mired in delusion.
* * * *
You will reappear until You discern, You are not – mind, body, role – but through inattentive volition.
* * * *
Get a real time peek at your face, if You can, but be aware no one has ever managed it yet.
* * * *
With the final breath, comes the great detachment.
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A commitment to the future, is a commitment to the moment, and a different sense of time.
* * * *
Can the oneness in the we, work things out, or are we but a relatively brief dream, on this manifest stage?
* * * *
When You stop trying to define it, to measure it, it will all flow to a graceful, illusory movement.
* * * *
History and tradition are the blessing and bane of the human paradigm.
* * * *
You are witnessed by others, as You see them; a faceless, nameless deity, if ever there was one.
* * * *
What difference between You and any ghost, but transparency and the weight of gravity.
* * * *
There is little need to fear death; it is life that inspires such dread.
* * * *
So many scientists and scholars and philosophers, probing a mystery that has no need to be known.
* * * *
What would existence be, without consumption, without the insatiable more, more, more?
* * * *
To so many, truth seems cruel, but only to those who cannot peer into their own reflection.
* * * *
To say there has been only one Christ, is to misunderstand the way is open to all.
* * * *
How can any free mind be subject to any label, any tag, any brand, any description, any classification?
* * * *
From the whole all parts come, and within each fragment, the whole is reflected.
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There would be no universe, without You to witness it.
* * * *
Eternity is the only reality, You truly have claim to, yet it is the one which, can never be fully mined.
* * * *
A glass, half full to some; half empty to others; give it a good toss; problem solved.
* * * *
After all is said and done, the beingness is all that is left, and that is but an assumption as well.
* * * *
Good editing requires a certain amount of ruthlessness.
* * * *
There is no vehicle, only You, and the desire, to know your ultimate nature.
* * * *
The same folks who so valiantly save human lives, will often not hesitate to destroy another life form.
* * * *
It be You, and You be it, no direction known, for all eternity.
* * * *
Call it father, call it mother, call it anything You please, it is ever the same mystery.
* * * *
Can You transcend your genetic predisposition, and the psychological set, with which it is arm-in-arm?
* * * *
A speck of sand is on equal footing with any diamond.
* * * *
Let it be known, that romance novels, were the most popular book form, of the time this was written.
* * * *
You play a part, but You are the whole.
* * * *
Martyrdom is just made of the same old vanity, as if it matters what anyone else thinks, anyway.
* * * *
Let each think what they will, but do not for a second believe, there is truly any other than You.
* * * *
Though rare, seek sovereign companions; they will not dampen your eternal quest.
* * * *
Ideals are wishful stretches of imagination; manifesting their reality is a more challenging matter.
* * * *
To be free of absurdity, all You need do, is just detach, let it go its own chaotic way.
* * * *
Feeling all twisted up today, are we?
* * * *
We are all just receiving units, playing out a spontaneous dream, with neither beginning nor end.
* * * *
The beaten path is beaten only in time; where do all the ruts go when time ends?
* * * *
Why we keep playing, pathetically predictable dramas, is an unfailing mystery.
* * * *
To transcend all delusion and ignorance, is a prior-to-all-speculation state of mind.
* * * *
So, what’s rattling around in that head today?
* * * *
To realize how predestined your existence is, requires an insight to which few are harbor.
* * * *
You all play out your parts so well, that I really need do nothing more, than sit back and witness the show.
* * * *
How pointless to live to be a historical footnote; like footprints in sand, waves crashing all about.
* * * *
We are all diamonds in the rough, in an existence that chips away at the flaws.
* * * *
We are all alone, together, in the cathedral of our minds.
* * * *
What is it You would want to become, that your dreamy imagination, cannot already create?
* * * *
It has been written before, but is always worth repeating many times over: Always look back.
* * * *
The world will categorize You, into one label or another, if You allow it.
* * * *
Personality is the imperfect reflection of mystery, the temporal imperfection of one’s original nature.
* * * *
So, what will You regurgitate today?
* * * *
From oblivion, all creation flowers, and You are witness to one, of an infinity of dreams.
* * * *
Eternal salvation, is to see things as they are, without the timebound screen of imagination.
* * * *
How to best serve the many, is to serve the one within all.
* * * *
Those, who in humility, put aside the squalor of personal concern, transcend into the eternal realm.
* * * *
It will be the book You took time to read, the book your frame of reference dictated.
* * * *
The many who want so madly to lead, are often incapable of the wisdom required, for genuine leadership.
* * * *
The only true gold, is behind the mask, beneath the costume.
* * * *
Hope? What need for hope? The real You is beyond such concoctions.
* * * *
You will never figure it out, but You may become contented, with your vast reservoir of ignorance.
* * * *
Free will: A dubious assumption, if there ever was one.
* * * *
Grant your Self a little serenity, by offering several deep breaths, into that oxygen-deprived brain.
* * * *
Once You discern the whole, parts are seen within its context, and not as ends in themselves.
* * * *
The real You already has eternal life, and You always have, and You always will.
* * * *
If You are not going to be whole within your Self, how can You expect to be fulfilled in any other union?
* * * *
What would existence be, without desire, without fear, without dread?
* * * *
Look around at anything You please, and You will probably find it to be, as much as it will likely ever be.
* * * *
If the space-time continuum truly existed, You might be able to travel it.
* * * *
The conscious foray into Self is an eternal journey, seemingly different for all, yet ever the same mystery.
* * * *
Far easier to conquer the world, than it is the mind.
* * * *
We, and all the other creatures of Eden, were a lot better off, before we civilized ourselves.
* * * *
The weight of imagination, is as heavy or light, as You choose to carry it.
* * * *
Do not fear, do not hesitate, to embrace your Self, as all, that is truly holy, prior to all description.
* * * *
Allow the world to dissolve within, filled by that which has never existed.
* * * *
The blade screams against the bench grinder’s abrasive wheel, but ever comes away sharper.
* * * *
The elemental cosmos, is bound by the limitations, of its quantum nature.
* * * *
Despite one moment’s being truly attended, it is forever lost with the advent of the next.
* * * *
To die, or not to die, before the body’s mortal end, that is the question.
* * * *
All but the most fated, forget to recollect, when maya provokes, the mind’s sensory feelers.
* * * *
Each of us chooses, our own version of liberation, for reasons only speculations can answer.
* * * *
You are That, prior to all beginnings, after all endings, in all nows.
* * * *
You do not need all the details of human history, to extrapolate the gist of its probable direction.
* * * *
A profound emptiness awaits your arrival.
* * * *
A child has a world, as does an adult; both are saturated with make-believe.
* * * *
The fear of letting go all sense of identity, is another facet of the desire for continuity.
* * * *
At some point, everything in this pale blue dust ball world, leaves that same dusty taste.
* * * *
Death will not be much different than life, just without the mind-body identifications.
* * * *
The most immaculate version of truth, was perceived prior to conception, only vanity and vexation since.
* * * *
There is no living off one’s laurels in the eternal abyss.
* * * *
Rest assured, that the most ambitious, the most devious, the most savage, will one day rule.
* * * *
Most are caught in the bittersweet web of mind; nature is not commonly sought by the civilized.
* * * *
Eternal life has nothing to do, with the many concepts, used to realize it.
* * * *
Does the ultimate reality require, the veiled dream of consciousness, to sustain its true nature? Nope.
* * * *
What makes sense often makes no sense, and what makes no sense is often, the greatest sense of all.
* * * *
Greater and greater, the detachment grows, as tie after tie is discerned, and knot after knot cut.
* * * *
If the space-time continuum existed, space and time might be passing.
* * * *
Those who have not discerned themselves, to be the way, the truth, the light, will inherit the earth.
* * * *
Eternal life has nothing to do, with the many concepts, used to realize it.
* * * *
Most are so blinded by the cave of shadows, that the light outside is branded impossible.
* * * *
How hypnotized we are, by all the distractions.
* * * *
Most are so blinded by the cave of shadows, that the light outside is branded impossible.
* * * *
Why should You accept any story, that cannot be scientifically verified?
* * * *
Unencumber your Self of all notions of time; discern your true home in the homeless nature.
* * * *
Prior to Abraham, Jesus, Buddha, Lao Tzu, Ashtravaka, and all the others, You are That I Am.
* * * *
Everything is the lie of illusion; how eternally alone, You truly are.
* * * *
Stay or depart, it matters not.
* * * *
Physical manifestation can never really resolve, the fundamental friction of its inherent duality.
* * * *
There must be a Self-absorbed bent for introspection, to wander down the pathless less traveled.
* * * *
To transcend imagination, give your Self over to good breathing.
* * * *
Pretty darned fascinating, how many masks and costumes, fit on a human skeleton.
* * * *
Beginnings end, endings begin – eternity is never bound, to any either-or.
* * * *
Go to the deep end of the puddle, let out your air and descend, into the bliss of oblivion.
* * * *
Your greatest wealth, is the discernment of true Self; all worldly plays of imagination pale in comparison.
* * * *
You cannot discern eternal life, with a mind caught in the endless measurement, of time-bound concepts.
* * * *
Look to no other for eternal salvation; it is for You and You alone to discern.
* * * *
And even if they do hear your words, You will never be sure what they got.
* * * *
Organized religion, as most, if not all, practice it, is the collusive blasphemy of ignorance.
* * * *
Take the personal out of the equation.
* * * *
Divine the source of beingness, and You will fathom all diversity, imagined in this divine orchestration.
* * * *
You are existent and non-existent, within the play of consciousness, and that prior to all dreams.
* * * *
The greatness to which the small-minded aspire, is no greater than a speck of dust upon a gnat’s wing.
* * * *
We are on a bull, and the roiling jaunt will not end, until the bull is done.
* * * *
If you are very lucky, You will never find out, how harsh life can truly be.
* * * *
Despite the superficial harshness of these words, there is a great deal of heartfelt intent to all this.
* * * *
Never hesitate to reset as needed.
* * * *
Have You noticed no one label, seems to describe You completely, that all seem to fit, as right as rain.
* * * *
Whatever You may believe it is, it is not, has never been, and will never be.
* * * *
You need not trouble yourself over the world; it will be here long after your shadow disappears.
* * * *
What You do, how You do it, matters much, much more, than your beliefs about it.
* * * *
The words of politicians, no matter the scale of the arena, make a capricious wind look dependable.
* * * *
Fairness, like so many concepts, has an unfailing relativity about it.
* * * *
Those to whom we are ancestors will have no choice, but to endure the course we have set for them.
* * * *
Journeying within, You explore a cosmos, many have traveled, but none can truly chart.
* * * *
All You can really cling to, is the illusion that all this is real, and perhaps for some reason, important.
* * * *
Wisdom is the domain of fools who ponder their foolishness.
* * * *
The assertion You are important because of history, is ambitious mythology, born of deluded imagination.
* * * *
If You cannot meditate in the fury of hell, You do not understand real meditation.
* * * *
Every seeker fabricates their own little Way; there are paths until the pathless is discerned.
* * * *
The world is fortunate, not to know your true rage, at the injustice, the inequity in every realm.
* * * *
Heaven … You can make it happen right-here-right-now … if You discern it so.
* * * *
Hell is the gap between what You are, and what You vainly believe You are.
* * * *
Do not get too wrapped up in your own words; they change as soon as they are thought or spoken.
* * * *
Even in a space chock-full of noise, there is the silence within and without.
* * * *
You are the witness, the eternal awareness, impartial to every form that quantum creation imagines.
* * * *
Differentiate as much as You will, there are really no differences.
* * * *
On a diamond, all facets are equal; You are the nexus through which, your manifest facet is witnessed.
* * * *
To cling to the wheel of suffering, is the choice born of lack of resolve.
* * * *
Pierce all the veils that concepts weave, until You determine the oblivion, from whence all are born.
* * * *
Allow good breathing to transcend imagination.
* * * *
That psychic wall that bars You from this or that, is nothing more than the poof of imagination.
* * * *
If You are seeking comfort and safety, then truth is probably not your answer.
* * * *
Taken wrongly, thoughts such as these, can twist and turn down many, vain, arduous, painful paths.
* * * *
To compete with deities, is a pointless illusion, into which many angels, are rumored to have fallen.
* * * *
Yet another day of riding the wave of irony and paradox.
* * * *
What is there for You, as witness, to do, when the spontaneous moment, does it all for You?
* * * *
To remember You must first forget; to forget You must first remember.
* * * *
Don't feed the Beast.
* * * *
In those halcyon moments, when You are offstage, alone, do You take off that mask within?
* * * *
Find the balance, or You will be an insect for the rest of Eden’s manifest play.
* * * *
Every mythological explanation ever concocted, including any herein written, is but idle speculation.
* * * *
Do You occasionally punch the pause button, on that neuron recording playing your mind?
* * * *
Despite all attempts at structure, it is a spontaneous chaotic show.
* * * *
How impossible, to release, to slough, that identity, which You are not, never were, will never be.
* * * *
When You say, "I do this, or I am that", who exactly is, this "I", this center, You so firmly believe so real?
* * * *
The You referred to, is not the ego you, but the real You, prior to all exteriors.
* * * *
Even angels in the heavens, bound in the limitations of the on-high, are really, no better off than You.
* * * *
How will You change hell, but through guerrilla sorties, of those irregulars, heaven-bent?
* * * *
Many who seek to lead, likely should not be the ones, we are asked to choose.
* * * *
Your entire cosmos, wherever your senses wander, in any given moment, is your catheral.
* * * *
And no, neither God nor Jesus, is going to save us, either.
* * * *
Wisdom is wisdom is wisdom, it does not matter the geography, it does not matter the time.
* * * *
How You differentiate yourself from others, delineates your self-perpetuated limitations.
* * * *
Maya is the ghost in the space-time continuum.
* * * *
The deception of all mythos – past, present, future – is one it takes great courage and insight to transcend.
* * * *
The inner eye that opens to the cardinal truth, is something naught but one, will ever see.
* * * *
No one is without their trials.
* * * *
So many already have so much, and still they want more, more, more.
* * * *
If You play the karma game, intending to put off reunion, until some distant future, why play the game?
* * * *
Your imagination can be a lifelong prison, or the conduit to the unlimited potential.
* * * *
When You earnestly seek freedom, You will own what these words imply.
* * * *
Is there any groupthink, religious or otherwise, that does not lay claim to being lead torch holder?
* * * *
The suffering is caused by limitation, filled with unreconciled eternal longing.
* * * *
Some would say, there are no shortcuts; needs research.
* * * *
You are that, which all scriptures, can only attempt to describe; You must puzzle it out, best You can.
* * * *
A teacher may encourage You to look, but it is You, who must teach your Self.
* * * *
You reincarnate in every time-bound moment, that You re-identify with this sensory illusion.
* * * *
How many children must teach their parents, that weaning is a necessary aspect of parenting?
* * * *
In the flowering, is the point and purpose, that no mortal player can deny.
* * * *
Are You able to stare at a blank wall, with the same passion You would, your most ardent desire?
* * * *
Who calls who sane or insane? And what, pray tell, is normal?
* * * *
All You have ever imagined, amounts to less than even one breath.
* * * *
It is the doubt of a discerning mind, not gimmicks and parlor tricks, that brings about wisdom.
* * * *
Without the sun, the earth would not be, and without the pale blue dot, the sun would neither rise nor set.
* * * *
Nothing must be done, and nothing must be left undone, for consciousness to play out its destiny.
* * * *
You are the awareness, the awareness is You, You are everything, You are nothing.
* * * *
Put aside everything, You have been told or imagined, that clarity is You.
* * * *
To create heaven on earth, You must destroy your little self, without harming the vehicle.
* * * *
With screens across all realms, speculation is dead, for now.
* * * *
Birth is such a simple, predictable process; how many innovative ways we find to die.
* * * *
Until detachment sheaths its brutal honesty, introspection can be a terrible swift sword.
* * * *
Living is an array of habits, many unconscious, many chosen, many broken, as the moment allots.
* * * *
A mystical crossing, well-crossed many times, in many geographies.
* * * *
Why give so much thought to the hereafter, when You cannot create more than a hell-now?
* * * *
Earth is just another Petri dish.
* * * *
Without the insight, that You ultimately know nothing, Your quest for knowledge is meaningless.
* * * *
No mask, no costume, no figure, is not the same awareness, the same mystery, as You.
* * * *
You are the beginning, You are the end, of the all, that is this very right here, very right now, moment.
* * * *
The mind free of chatter – the no-mind, the eternal mind – is the only free mind.
* * * *
Just when You believe You have it, it slips away, perhaps even into whatever You thought it was not.
* * * *
Creation and destruction, are merely dualistic notions, of the mind born in time.
* * * *
Desire is the longing born of loneliness, or reunion with the sovereignty of aloneness.
* * * *
All the effort of the personal self, of the form bound in limitation, is the suffering of consciousness.
* * * *
The cosmos requires You as much as You do it.
* * * *
You already abide in eternal life; what more You want of it, is your own burden.
* * * *
The cynical pessimist, once a passionate idealist, is easily worn down by this three-dimensional theater.
* * * *
Who is real? Me? You? Them? Forgive me, I can no longer tell.
* * * *
But I digress.
* * * *
Mystery is a much more accurate label than God.
* * * *
Misuse of the mind, denies the quiet serenity, of living naturally, spontaneously.
* * * *
You may say many things regarding your personality, but that says nothing of the You, that You truly are.
* * * *
You will be in that body, for as long as You are, not a moment more, not a moment less.
* * * *
Once You know a mirage is a mirage, You cease giving it the same weight.
* * * *
Humanity’s greatest impoverishment, is not discerning where its eternal wealth truly resides.
* * * *
You want answers; whoever asks the question is the answer.
* * * *
Grace is a quality of mind, of awareness, free of all division.
* * * *
You want to end the hellish enterprise, You have created in You mind? Then kill yourself within.
* * * *
The imagined center, is born of identification, with the sensorial context.
* * * *
Why have You done all this? For the sheer hell of it, obviously.
* * * *
Look beyond time and know You cannot be, other than that, from which all dreams are born.
* * * *
How can You have been born, when what You truly are, has no such need.
* * * *
You brought nothing with You, and will leave it all at the exit.
* * * *
Nothing to do, everything to do.
* * * *
How can You lose a soul, that was never yours in the first place.
* * * *
Evil is a bitterness that cannot touch anything, unless its dualistic seed is watered with imagination.
* * * *
Gold is gold no matter the dream.
* * * *
What becomes of humanity, is the same end all forms take; gold is gold, no matter the dream.
* * * *
It is the flame of desire You crave; the object of its caress is secondary.
* * * *
You cannot help anyone, who does not at least hobble along, on their own two feet.
* * * *
What seemed to make sense one moment, often makes none down the line.
* * * *
Ripples travel for great distances in every direction.
* * * *
The more You want, the more troubled You will be, and the more trouble You may well cause.
* * * *
The meaning of life, is whatever the moment draws out of You.
* * * *
Even in the most chaotic circumstances, that which is totality, resides in eternal poise.
* * * *
Jesus was not the first, nor was he the last, to discern, to fathom, the eternal birthright.
* * * *
There are fools, and there are fools, who know they are fools.
* * * *
Like small, roiling dust storms, the passion invoked by imagination, inevitably play themselves out.
* * * *
We shape our own fate, in the way we choicely choose, to shape the fates of others.
* * * *
It is all the same mystery; all differences are imagined.
* * * *
Freedom is the unattached unbound stillness, of the undifferentiating, unknowing awareness.
* * * *
Be gentle with the body; it so easily suffers in so many ways, for its many mortal flaws.
* * * *
Your ideas about it, have nothing to do with the reality of it.
* * * *
Pretending You know anything, is perhaps the most enticing delusion, this time bound theater offers.
* * * *
By what right, does anyone have anything to judge, regarding how any other lives their cosmos.
* * * *
Bet on the cockroaches; You will very likely not collect, but at least You will win.
* * * *
Hope is the coin of those sidelined by their fate.
* * * *
The immortality of any seed, resides in its essential nature, not its blueprint patterning.
* * * *
How challenging it is to surrender, the noise of consciousness, to its still origin.
* * * *
Most cling to life; the seer releases death.
* * * *
Those who see the potential, cry for the unnecessary suffering, we weave upon ourselves.
* * * *
All your emotional angst is imagined; You concoct illusion-delusion, and then believe it real.
* * * *
The five senses, are the readers of the human paradigm; the mind, the keeper.
* * * *
Home is – whoever, whatever, whenever, whyever, wherever, however – the wheel of now hits the road.
* * * *
You are, therefore, You are.
* * * *
What do You stand on, but the space-time continuum, playing as if gravity exists?
* * * *
You need not know every detail, to perceive the direction of the flow, or what decisions need to be made.
* * * *
Darwin rules.
* * * *
What do You stand on, but the space-time continuum, playing as if gravity exists?
* * * *
We each look for other masks, to mirror back, reflect back, whatever we choose to see.
* * * *
We take of the ground, without replenishing the soil, surviving at the expense of those to come.
* * * *
Grow, grow, grow, live and learn, die anyway.
* * * *
All this study of the mind, only to discover it imagined its self, and every sort of concoction.
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Even the enlightened whose minds stray, suffer for their imaginary transgression.
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Knowledge obscures innocence, but only for as long as one is attached, to its mind-born, time-bound path.
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Immortality is guaranteed; it just may not be in the figurine, You have imagined in the current mind.