Breadcrumbs: The Unfolding Next Round - 03/02/21


Greetings,


Breadcrumbs kicked off in 2015.  This is the most current set of ponderings in process, posted here in case something beyond repair happens to this imaginary Me-My-Self-and-I.  It changes a bit every few daze, so stay tuned as interest allows. At the close of 2021, they will be filed in their respective Breadcrumbs zones – Leftovers; Soundbites; Breadcrumbs; Corollaries; The Standard Ripostes; Possible Last Words & Epitaphs; List of Top Books for the Up and Coming; 59 Moments to The Way It Is (And Is Not); Sketches of the Once Upon a Time; The Real is Discovering Series; Titles, Titles & More Titles; My (Not Quite) Haiku; Conversations; Definitions – and then, if the last quarter-plus century of personal history is any indication, another round of dittyfesting will likely relatively quickly blossom from this a-scribing mind.


Website:

The Stillness Before Time: Reflections from a Fellow Sojourner
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/

A 53-page PDF copy can be downloaded at:
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/thestillnessbeforetime.pdf

Main Blogs:

The Stillness Before Time: Reflections from a Fellow Sojourner
http://thestillnessbeforetime.blogspot.com/

The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim
http://theponderingsofyajekim.blogspot.com/

The Return to Wonder: Field Notes from the Unknown
http://thereturntowonder.blogspot.com/

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
http://michaelsbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/


PDF’s 


Compendium of Breadcrumbs 2015 through 2020:


Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2018 through 2020:

Breadcrumbs 2018: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2018.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2019: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2019.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2020: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2020.pdf


Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

Ciao ciao,

M



Breadcrumbs 2021
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
© Michael J. Holshouser 2021
World Rights Reserved



LEFTOVERS



Space-time is a quantum illusion​, an unfathomable theater,

Created by the magic of evolution, playing out in the mystery of awareness.

There is really only the inexplicable, intangible, immeasurable, unknowable, timeless moment,

Through which dreamtime streams, unfolds, unfurls, displays, kaleidoscopes,

In the mind-body patterning of each and every sentient being,

All extemporaneously interacting together,

All very much alone.


* * * *

In the immaculate awareness of the timeless unborn-undying moment, you do not exist.

Only in consciousness, only in the time-bound notions of imagination,

Does the me and myself and I come into being.


* * * *

What is to get ecstatic or concerned or depressed about?

You have been doing this since the beginning of all beginnings,

And will be until the end of all endings, and before and after that, too.


* * * *

Awareness does not give a gnat’s ass about your vanity,

All your narcissistic-hedonistic gamesmanship.

It will carry on with or without you.

Always has, always will.


* * * *

Mind-bodies too dynamic to keep still, have concoct everything imaginable under the human sun.

Culture, religion, commerce, industry, art, music, writing, architecture, war …

Even the most still ones rarely stay still for all that long.

The order of chaos rules.


* * * *

If this moment of immaculate awareness is all there is, how can any measurement,

Any assumption, any play of consciousness, whatsoever, ultimately mean anything?


* * * *

You are you, I am I, and we are all but limited mortal elements in this quantum dreamtime,

All together playing out every ecstasy, every agony, every narcissistic-hedonistic spin of the dice,

And not the remotest chance, not the vaguest possibility, of surviving all that long in the relative sense.


* * * *

Another moment slips seamlessly into another moment,

Into another and another and another and another, forever another.

All one in the same,


* * * *

Look behind those eyes, you think that awareness peering out is really just you?

We are all the same timeless mystery in every form quantum can spin into being.


* * * *

Science, philosophy, religion, spirituality, belief, superstition,

Dogma, worship, exaltation, glorification, adulation, conviction, respect, 

Idolization, praise, veneration, reverence, devotion, ceremony, sacrament, adoration,

Commandment, law, creed, canon, doctrine, principle, theory, code, rule, ritual, formula, model,

Speculation, conjecture, estimation, inference, intuition, fantasy, guess, notion …

What use does awareness have, what use does the moment have,

For any confabulation of consciousness?


* * * *

Space-time is a quantum illusion,

A three-dimensional dream of consciousness,

An evolutionary collusion, an ever-kaleidoscoping mirage,

An inexplicable magician’s trick extraordinaire.


* * * *

Whether many deities or just one, all religions, all mythologies,

Are nothing more than human vanity’s superstitious, delusional need

To pretend it is of first and foremost relevance to the inexplicable unknown.

Only path-less-followed minds see through the make-believe,

And stand alone, clear and unknowing.


* * * *

If it is a story, a myth, a legend, a tale, a chronicle,

A narrative, an anecdote, a description,

An account, a yarn, a fairytale,

Then it is not real.


* * * *

What we call reality starts unravelling pretty quickly

Once you start really looking with a detached eye.


​* * * *

How long will imagination allow you to reside in the immaculate serenity of awareness,

Totally alone, unbound by the tethers of the world and all its hullaballoo?

Why come back ever again to that which is not at all real

In any way or shape or form, whatsoever?


* * * *

All the problems, the mistakes, the bungles, the panics, the boo-boos, the miscalculations,

The complications, the faults, the errors, the catches, the slip-ups, the bruises, the oversights,

The inaccuracies, the disquiets, the bloopers, the gaffes, the muddles, the obstacles, the dilemmas,

The cuts, the lapses, the tears, the rips, the strains, the riddles, the missteps, the pains, the questions,

The dreads, the delays, the hitches, the lengths, the tortures, the glitches, the strivings, the nightmares,

The struggles, the stings, the distresses, the cruelties, the twinges, the anguishes, the slips, the concerns,

The inconveniences, the setbacks, the drawbacks, the stains, the hiccups, the stoppages, the intricacies,

The exertions, the adversities, the indiscretions, the horrors, the fears, the fretfulnesses, the nuisances,

The conundrums, the challenges, the posers, the enigmas, the cautions, the sufferings, the calamities,

The errors, the bloomers, the misprints, the faux pas, the howlers, the hurts, the aches, the sweats,

The worries, the anxieties, the strains, the griefs, the predicaments, the quandaries, the frights,

The phobias, the toils, the alarms, the brainteasers, the angsts, the troubles, the tribulations,

The apprehensions, the punishments, the afflictions, the snags, the troubles, the blights,

The obstructions, the difficulties, the blindsides, the bottlenecks, the hindrances,

The anomalies, the efforts, the trips, the oopsies, the oh-my-gods, the boobs,

The snafus, the blunders, the botch-ups, the cockups, the fuckups …

You just have to wrap your head around living with them.


* * * *

To cease cloaking awareness with time and space and its ever-kaleidoscoping quantum attributes,

Is a conceptual awakening that humanity is having considerable difficulty achieving.

Even in light of the vast amount of scientific evidence to the contrary,

Lethargic minds are substantially more suited to superstition and absurdity.

Peering behind the mask of the many-faced mystery is a task to which few are called.


* * * *

Awareness is all there is … In its ever-present moment, you always are.

There is no ‘have always been’ … There is no ‘will always be.’

Time and space are naught but quantum illusions

In which imagination takes flight in every notion imaginable.


* * * *

If you treat going to sleep as if it were a little death,

The real thing will not be all that different,

But without the alarm going off.


* * * *

The human species is not capable of awakening to the larger vision of its Self.

It will slumber on and eventually perish in the ruins of whatever is left,

As ignorant and foolish as when it exited the jungles of long ago.


* * * *

Everything is unequivocally relative to everything else.

Every mind-body, every frame of reference is a universe unto its Self.

No two are ever alike, and none will ever envision any other’s but through their own.


* * * *

The mind-body is the only way you can ever travel the space-time of this eternal quantum mystery.

And it will ever be at a one-breath-at-a-time, one-step-at-a-time, one-moment-at-a-time, kind of pace.


* * * *

Who wrote this?

Who do you think? And why would it matter?

All that matters is that you have the keenness to read it, and unlock the given mind

From the shackles of a conditioned nature-nurture dream.

Awareness is all, all is awareness.


* * * *

There is no forward, there is no back, there is no right nor left nor oblique.

There is only this very right-here-right-now quantum dreamtime,

For whatever moment the mystery of awareness allows.


* * * *

What is the meaning, what is the purpose of existence?

Why, everyone unremittingly telling everyone else

What they should believe and do, obviously.


* * * *

A time machine would be great fun, if time truly existed.

Alas, imagination is the one and only contraption on hand.


* * * *

Despite all words, all concepts, all notions to the contrary,

All philosophies must ultimately boil down to nothing,

Else the philosophers have not made the final unknowing leap,

And are instead snared by the metaphors of their own imaginary design.


* * * *

Beneath the eyes, beneath the ears, beneath the nose, beneath the tongue, beneath the skin,

You, the timeless awareness, ever attentive to whatever moment the quantum mystery presents.


* * * *

Something may seem strange or wrong now, but obviously did not in whatever when.

What point judging history and all the numberless values the times of mind do ordain?


* * * *

The quickest, easiest way to put any given true believer behind you

Is to listen for a bit, nod a few times, offer thanks, and then meander on.

If you discuss or argue further, you risk wasting who knows how much time

That would be better spent wandering alone in your own sovereignty.


* * * *

Game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off …


* * * *

Human pap.

Human tripe.

Human dreck.

Human bunkum.

Human nonsense.

Human foolishness.

Human poppycock

Human hogwash.

Human claptrap.

Human garbage.

Human twaddle.

Human rubbish.

Human drivel.

Human idiocy.

Human trash.

Human dross.

Human tosh.

Human rot.


* * * *

All sentient forms great to small gaze out upon their unique universe,

Each and every one the same indivisible, ubiquitous awareness,

The same indivisible source, the same indivisible mystery.

Declare the awareness to be one god or many,

By whatever deific-sounding sounds comes to mind,

The inscrutable that humankind ever aspires to penetrate,

Is eternally indifferent to, unaffected by, all conscious endeavors.


* * * *

What creature can resist a free meal, free deal, or safe harbor?

Even the wildest things can be tamed with the right enticement.


* * * *

How passionately love can so easily morph into resentment and hate.

It may be eternal in the ultimate, indelibly, excruciatingly idealistic sense,

But the vanities are more than capable of adulterating anything and everything.


* * * *

The only way to suppress human corruption is to build hedges and dikes against it,

And then perpetually maintain them against the unceasing greed that powers its engine.


* * * *

And how could any other speculated dimension

Operate with a different set of rules, a separate set of laws,

Than that crafted by the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., quantum),

And the ethereal, indivisible awareness in which it plays out?


* * * *

What is death but the end of the need to think, to breathe, to move, to eat, to drink, to poop and pee.

The end of ever-kaleidoscoping agonies and ecstasies played out in the dream of time and space.

The end of power, fame, wealth, and all the narcissistic and hedonistic vanities they serve.

The end of the Seven Deadly Sins: pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, sloth.

The end of knowledge and wisdom and foolishness, and all the effort to maintain them.

Death offers such peace, such quietude, the heaven of non-existence, no imagination required.


* * * *

Here it all is, right here, right now.

Awareness, allotted to an imaginary existence.

The you that you imagine is not, was not, will never be.

You are the nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

A mystery the time-bound mind can never grasp. 


* * * *

It is really quite astounding to contemplate

How all the sounds we daily use to communicate

Slowly evolved from across all human history.

And English, the most dogged mutt to date.


* * * *

Celibacy is a mindful alternative

If you wish to avoid buckets of bother with the opposite sex.

Love is an enticing mirage that can quickly morph into limitless forms of hellish enterprise.

Suffer on if you choose, but it is not mandatory.


* * * *

All nothing more than the make-believe-pretend

Of the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., quantum)

Riding the coattails of the mystery of awareness.


* * * *

What is the feminine mystique

But an infatuation with much ado about nothing,

Often resulting in nothing more than a harvest of unremitting vexation.


* * * *

When it comes to being prepared for the ever-changing elements,

Remember it is far easier to take off something

Than it is to add on nothing.


* * * *

Delve into the ultimate, definitive, supreme reality of your timeless, sovereign, absolute aloneness.

Your essence, your core, your gist, your crux, your root, your marrow, your beingness,

Your kernel, your lifeblood, your substance, your immortality, your soul.

The one and only truth you are, have ever been, will ever be.


* * * *

Applause, limelight, fame, celebrity, stardom,

Recognition, reputation, distinction, eminence, renown, praise,

Appreciation, approval, sanction, prominence, acclaim, popularity, glory, standing,

Status, notoriety, infamy, disrepute, ignominy, dishonor, legend, myth,

Or even obscurity, insignificance, irrelevance, anonymity.

What are they, for whom Self is all there is?


* * * *

The Axis of Evil


Nepotism
the practice among those with power or influence

of favoring relatives or friends, esp. by giving them jobs.

Cronyism
the appointment of friends and associates to positions of authority,

without proper regard to their qualifications.

Favoritism
the practice of giving unfair preferential treatment

to one person or group at the expense of another.


* * * *

Everything happens with or without your perception.

Everything happens with or without your permission.

Everything happens with or without your acceptance.


* * * *

What is this phenomenon we call existence?

A long and winding yellow brick road,

A deep and cavernous rabbit hole,

A reverie of timeless perception,

A collection of memories called real.

Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

To be born is akin to the tabula rasa of unworked wood,

Destined to experience an unknown duration of every whittle existence offers.

Cut, carved, sliced, chiseled, chopped, shaved, trimmed, peeled, shaped, molded, formed, fashioned;

A mind-body-nature-nurture sculpture from first gasping breath to last wheezing one.


* * * *

Everything you think is a record of your nature-nurture habituation,

The conditioning that plays over and over and over, until death do you part.

Understand the difference between believing the record, and witnessing the record.


* * * *

Every life a dream of its own, until death it does forever part.

The same quantum mystery, the same awareness, all the while.


* * * *

Why is it that magical thinking is so crucial for so many?

How is it that the quantum theater is not magical enough?


* * * *

For the seer, the challenge of the ever-changing consciousness

Is in the remembering and forgetting of its imaginary creation.


* * * *

All creation is but a simultaneous blip of imagination.

Ergo, time and space to play it out in grand theater form.


* * * *

Death is a dispassionate reaper.

The powerful and the weak,

The wealthy and the poor,

The famous and the unknown,

All find their way to the same grave.


* * * *

Despite all evidence, all beliefs, all theories, all assumptions to the contrary,

It is nothing more than a manifest dream, a touchy-feely mirage,

That has no ultimate meaning or purpose, whatsoever.

Only vanity ever make-believes it more.


* * * *

If you are perusing philosophical thoughts such as these,

Then you have to some degree realized you are a witness to the mystery.

You are seer, mystic, oracle, hierophant, eye of the unknown peering out upon creation.

Perhaps you will even become a scribe, a future-past fellow of the Dead Poets Society,

Or an artist of some other genre, who may impart your vision in a way no other has.



SOUNDBITES



In the moment, in pure awareness, you do not exist.


* * * *

Just because billions of people believe something delusional does not make it any less absurd.


* * * *

Die, and the whole world, the whole cosmos, dies with you.


* * * *

Brainwashing, nothing cleansing about it.


* * * *

Humankind’s genetic fascination with flesh and bodily fluids makes for every variety of delusion.


* * * *

Regarding inquiry into this mystery, only the courageous need apply.


* * * *

To forget or not to forget, that is the question.


* * * *

The order of chaos rules.


* * * *

Nothing has ever touched the real you; only that which is consciousness thinks and feels.


* * * *

Not easy to win in this game.


* * * *

The source of vanity is imagining self to be real.


* * * *

Discern that awareness in the dream-weaving mind where time ceases and space dissolves.


* * * *

Lots and lots of memories; let them all go in one fell swoop.


* * * *

The vanity to which all cling, despite all speculations to the contrary, is a one-shot deal.


* * * *

A poor memory is not necessarily a bad thing.


* * * *

This is a boggling mystery, why give it a name?


* * * *

The wind of imagination is the weaver of the delusion.


* * * *

Wake up, wake up, wherever you are.


* * * *

Better late than never, better now than forever.


* * * *

Prayer, the ultimate insult to faith.


* * * *

The vanity of religion is unending and without respite.


* * * *

Well, wrongo-bongo, Kiddo.


* * * *

Guaranteed, your version of self-importance is not.


* * * *

Death while living is what seers across time have called the ecstatic union.


* * * *

Go where everything is forgotten.


* * * *

Those who consider themselves religious authorities are charlatans upon the podium of absurdity.


* * * *

Rest assured you will be forgotten like all the rest; anonymity is eternity’s guarantee.


* * * *

No persuasion is required in the perception of truth.


* * * *

How is it any more or less vain to commend something than it is to condemn it?


* * * *

Existence is the time machine of eternity.


* * * *

Another curse.


* * * *

Lose the whiney voice.


* * * *

Prolonging the inevitable one breath at a time.


* * * *

Subtleties within subtleties are the order of any given moment.


* * * *

Yet another day in Perdition.


* * * *

Any given life is chock-full of miscalculations that lend themselves to the fated endgame.


* * * *

Enjoy in as much joy as you can muster.


* * * *

As old as old is.


* * * *

If you cannot do something, do nothing.


* * * *

Are you really any more than a lifetime’s collection of habits?


* * * *

Pleasure is the absence of pain; peace, the absence of detail.


* * * *

May as well stop talking to your Self; you know what you are going to say.


* * * *

Why debate the obvious?


* * * *

What is young, what is old, in the realm of the quantum enigma?


* * * *

Prior to consciousness, prior to memory, prior to imagination, prior to pride, you are.


* * * *

All sense of obligation is the creation of the other, to which you daily choose to subscribe, or not.


* * * *

Only imagination exists, you do not.


* * * *

Attached to self, to tribe, to geography, to history? Why?


* * * *

Another day in the race against futility.


* * * *

Taking metaphors literally is the trap into which superstitious minds inevitably fall.


* * * *

What would you do if all your questions were answered?


* * * *

Challenging to feel heroic all the time.


* * * *

Superior, eh? We shall see.


* * * *

Sentimentality, what a snare.


* * * *

What is called existence is really nothing more than the past tense of imagination fueled by pride.


* * * *

What’s your treasure?


* * * *

The mountain is rife with paths of every variety imaginable.


* * * *

Wallowing in despair, as tempting as it is, gets you nowhere all too quickly.


* * * *

More is not enough, enough is not more.


* * * *

As if it never happened.


* * * *

Sage this.


* * * *

Every mind-body has its own cross to bear.


* * * *

Dispatch all notions of deities, of superstitious and magical thinking, and live free.


* * * *

Awareness is all, all is awareness.


* * * *

Consciousness is imagination is dreamtime.


* * * *

No word matters in the realm of eternal awareness to which you are sovereign.


* * * *

Do you really want to go there?


* * * *

Abide in the awareness where contentment reigns.


* * * *

The mind is easily astray in the metaphorical dance.


* * * *

Just enough.


* * * *

Lying to your Self again, are we?


* * * *

The ebb and flow of pride is the human paradigm in a nutshell.


* * * *

Assume 42 is the answer, and get on with it.


* * * *

Do not allow the delusions of others to sway or cloud your clarity.


* * * *

There are neither sages nor seekers in the realm of awareness.


* * * *

Yes, it is all one, but only religious dogmas bother to name and wage war over it.


* * * *

The bliss of travel is leaving behind the day-to-day weights and measures.


* * * *

Living a long life is nothing to write home about.


* * * *

So, you are still a seeker seeking the mystery right behind your eyes.


* * * *

Picture, picture, on the wall, who’s the baddest enemy of all?


* * * *

There goes another real moment that can never be known.


* * * *

The freezer door is open.


* * * *

How's the race with dirt doing this fine day?


* * * *

How many things you have done that you never need to do again.


* * * *

It works well enough for plebeian fare.


* * * *

Is it grim if it is true?


* * * *

Another moment imagination can only pretend to know.


* * * *

So, what are you up to this fine day in your dream of time?


* * * *

Yup, that’s where you put it.


* * * *

Imaginary notion is the drivetrain of every human mind.


* * * *

Seeing things as they are what a challenge.


* * * *

History is awash in every conceivable variety of imaginary notion.


* * * *

Going through the motions.


* * * *

Toga or three-piece suit, the patterns are the same.


* * * *

There are no rights; life itself is an entitlement.


* * * *

No frames, no boundaries.


* * * *

What is the bad flavor this month?


* * * *

Saving the world one moment at a time.


* * * *

What’s happening, Dreamer?


* * * *

Watch and wait, do not anticipate.


* * * *

Pretenders pretend because for the sake of others.


* * * *

All who join any group give themselves over to the delusion of the group mind.


* * * *

Imagination wins out until the simplicity of merely breathing, merely being, carries the moment.


* * * *

Anyone or anything can be thrown under the cart or to the wolves when self-interest comes to bear.


* * * *

Logic and rationality have a tendency to rule only in logical and rational minds.


* * * *

Going through the motions.


* * * *

Needs research.


* * * *

Not quite as superior as one; not quite as humble as another, vanity rules.


* * * *

Keeping it real.


* * * *

Death and taxes are only a thin slice of the bother existence offers.


* * * *

Before you can think about it.


* * * *

Fashion any earthling into a beast, and you can do whatever you will to it.


* * * *

The point is there is no point.


* * * *

A few moments, good or ill, is all it takes to change an existence forever.


* * * *

How is it the unpretentious, compassionate, openhanded existence is so undervalued as heroic?


* * * *

And then there was nothing but what nothing could do.


* * * *

Expectations are the root of all disappointment.


* * * *

These modern times.


* * * *

Perhaps it will make sense another day.


* * * *

True science must withstand the influence of politics and funding.


* * * *

Where all futures end.


* * * *

Superstition is a mainstay of the human paradigm, in the face of which science is powerless.


* * * *

Is it possible to exist in this world without vanity? is a question for the ages.


* * * *

Life is what happens between naps.


* * * *

Taking things as they are is one of the greater challenges.


* * * *

Awareness, without concern, without attachment, allows whatever imagination wills.


* * * *

What will you suffer for another breath?


* * * *

The dull blade of mediocrity endures only because it suffers nothing sharper.


* * * *

Likely, a goodly number of people you have known are already dead.


* * * *

If you believe humanity’s endless parade of deities and dogmas mean anything, guess again.


* * * *

How can you persuade anyone of the truth they refuse to discern?


* * * *

Cause and Effect are a consequential duo.


* * * *

Love is an enticing mirage.


* * * *

There you are.


* * * *

Which tomorrow shall it be?


* * * *

Full enough to be empty, empty enough to be full.


* * * *

Always comparing apples and oranges, why?


* * * *

One thing after another.


* * * *

What hope does nature have once it is designated a resource?


* * * *

What becomes of beehives or ant colonies that cease to work for the greater good?


* * * *

Batten down them hatches.


* * * *

What is old age but dollop after dollop of bother.


* * * *

 If there is some sort of supreme deity, then he/she/it has a lot to answer for.


* * * *

The Reaper will show up in a moment very much like this one.


* * * *

The delusions of magical thinking are many and without end.


* * * *

Life is a marathon, not a sprint.


* * * *

Tied that knot a little too tight, eh?


* * * *

No meeting was ever too short.


* * * *

The dead are free; the living must endure.


* * * *

Somebody else got that dream.


* * * *

It comes and goes without saying.


* * * *

Free at last.


* * * *

There is no accounting for absurdity.


* * * *

A plan, finally!


* * * *

Delve into the aloneness; it is you.


* * * *

Awareness is neither heart nor mind, nor any other imaginary notion.


* * * *

Find your tabula rasa, discern your pu, your unworked wood.


* * * *

What a lucky man he was.


* * * *

Always expect the unexpected.


* * * *

The superstitious mind is a lazy mind.


* * * *

Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.


* * * *

Who could have predicted that?


* * * *

You knew that was going to happen.


* * * *

Loneliness is but a concoction of the mind’s unswerving need for more.


* * * *

A thing for things.


* * * *

Education does not for intelligence make.


* * * *

It might have even been intentional.


* * * *

If you are a millennial, no worries, we have learned not to expect too much.


* * * *

All or nothing.


* * * *

How difficult for the imaginary mind to remain still.


* * * *

You are a front and center part of the majesty; no need to create deities and dogma.


* * * *

Yet another way of putting it.


* * * *

Patterns unending.


* * * *

Who could have foreseen that?


* * * *

No point envying another’s dream; play out the hand you have been dealt.


* * * *

A meeting has to be awfully worthwhile to be better than no meeting at all.


* * * *

All are first and last who see the unknowable mystery within all things.


* * * *

To be born is to die every moment until the vessel finally gives way to one mortal end or another.


* * * *

The cosmic mind is yours to discover if you are capable of letting everything go.


* * * *

Anatomy and character are the sculptors of destiny.


* * * *

Sometimes you have to take the pain.


* * * *

Why bother?


* * * *

Embrace death, it is life’s ever-present companion.


* * * *

What is history but an imaginary context that orchestrates a future.


* * * *

Just another item on a bulletin board.


* * * *

Clinched fist, open hand, circumstance is all.


* * * *

A brand-spanking-new discovery every time.


* * * *

No way to know that.


* * * *

What is old age but dollop after dollop of bother.


* * * *

Not quite as superior as you.


* * * *

Not quite as humble as you.


* * * *

A zen life without the zen.


* * * *

You call this a plan?


* * * *

Fairytales do not for truth make.


* * * *

History is an indifferent taskmaster.


* * * *

Who is not at many times both best friend and worst enemy.


* * * *

The last vanity is believing you are enlightened.


* * * *

What we endure just to see another day.


* * * *

If you have tasted something once, you have tasted it a thousand times.


* * * *

Good attitude, bad attitude, your choice.


* * * *

Pure laziness.


* * * *

How challenging to perceive a bubble before it bursts.


* * * *

Death is an equal-opportunity reaper.


* * * *

Keeping up with it all, what a chore.


* * * *

Old age is about enduring fellow withereds always complaining about their declining health.


* * * *

Sometimes so huge, sometimes so small.


* * * *

What were you thinking!?


* * * *

The entire human drama is nothing more than mental illness born of genetic engineering.


* * * *

The greatest story ever told? Nah, maybe the greatest scam.


* * * *

No one wants to hear it.


* * * *

All are comrades in quantum.


* * * *

Count your limitations, they are many and not far between.


* * * *

How you end your window of time is the final pattern.


* * * *

Count your blessings, they will end.


* * * *

Nothing you need see, nothing you need do, nothing you need be, oblivion beckons.


* * * *

Who is today’s king of the mountain?


* * * *

The Difference Between Black and White is a state of mind.


* * * *

Only the dead know the end of all things imaginary.


* * * *

Yet another example of absurdity infinitum.


* * * *

Imagination frolics willy-nilly in the forebrain theater.


* * * *

Dead is dead, how is for the living to bother about.



BREADCRUMBS



Those who read this, where they are, I do not know.

It is a snowball set in motion to which end I have no clue.

Nor has any other seer whose allotted time has come and gone.


* * * *

A poor memory is not necessarily a bad thing.


* * * *

It always makes me laugh that you ever thought there was a point.


* * * *

The joys of being a crippled-up old man are few and more than a little far between.


* * * *

Yet another day in Perdition.


* * * *

Lose the whiney voice.


* * * *

"Just one more good day!" the crippled old man whimpered plaintively from his wheelchair.


* * * *

By this mind-body, and the cosmos and world it has somehow fashioned,

I, whatever ‘I’ imagines itself to be, will not much longer be afflicted by this reverie of space and time.

One moment in some relatively near-soon, by, if the fates deign it, this own crippled hand,

This inexplicable awareness shall back into the serenity of oblivion be cast.


* * * *

The bliss of travel is leaving behind the weights and measures of the day-to-day.


* * * *

How much can the world give that the human species will not without hesitation take?


* * * *

How's my race with dirt doing this fine day?


* * * *

The prophet who never was.


* * * *

The world, the cosmos, is filled with ghosts of your creation.


* * * *

Living a long life is nothing to write home about.


* * * *

Did a lot of things that I don’t never need to do again.


* * * *

History toys with all who believe.


* * * *

The world you know is destroyed each and every moment.


* * * *

Same old rolodex of imaginary perceptions, none more real than the next.


* * * *

It so wearies me to much longer endure the pain and suffering this mind-body has in store.


* * * *

Those were the daze, my friend, we dreamt they would never end.


* * * *

Going through the motions.


* * * *

Applause, limelight, fame, celebrity, stardom,

Recognition, reputation, distinction, eminence, renown, praise,

Appreciation, approval, sanction, prominence, acclaim, popularity, glory, standing,

Status, notoriety, infamy, disrepute, ignominy, dishonor, legend, myth,

Or even obscurity, insignificance, irrelevance, anonymity.

What are they, for whom Self is all there is?


* * * *

Life is a marathon, not a sprint.


* * * *

A thing for things.


* * * *

A churning rolodex of memories.


* * * *

Keeping it real.


* * * *

Free at last.


* * * *

What a lucky man he was.


* * * *

I have delved into the aloneness, and it is me.


* * * *

Many times, it begins with just the inkling of a notion, not even close to being fully formed,

And the new ditty takes fuller definition as pen scribbles across paper.

And later, when time is made for the keyboard,

That squiggle of an idea often magnifies even further.

The joys of word association are many and not far between.


* * * *

My little soapbox, off to the side, out of any limelight.

Who knows if anybody is listening, and who is left to care?


* * * *

What was I thinking!?


* * * *

Keeping up with it all, what a chore.


* * * *

You call this a plan?


* * * *

I have been my best friend and worst enemy.


* * * *

How many women always want men to aspire to their limitations?


* * * *

Sun and moon and planets going indivisibly round and round, where’s the time in that?


* * * *

Nothing I need see, nothing I need do, nothing I need be, oblivion beckons.


* * * *

Alas, I am prone to making mistakes, but I am never wrong, ha-ha.



COROLLARIES



Ethics:

Ethics or moral philosophy is a branch of philosophy that "involves systematizing, defending,

and recommending concepts of right and wrong behavior". The field of ethics, along with aesthetics,

concerns matters of value, and thus comprises the branch of philosophy called axiology.

Ethics seeks to resolve questions of human morality by defining concepts such as good and evil,

right and wrong, virtue and vice, justice and crime. As a field of intellectual inquiry, moral philosophy

also is related to the fields of moral psychology, descriptive ethics, and value theory.

Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:

Ethics is the luxury of a full belly and a safe harbor.


* * * *

1 Corinthians 13:11:

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.

When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.

Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:

Are we just talking Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny?



POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS



Older than the stars, younger than the moment


* * * *

Huck Finn

Mowgli

Peter Pan

Sisyphus


* * * *

The race against futility is finally over


* * * *

All is awareness, awareness is all


* * * *

How's my race with dirt doing this fine day?


* * * *

Where all futures end


* * * *

The AMA can’t get me here


* * * *

There you are


* * * *

Those were the daze


* * * *

Needs research


* * * *

Observations from Hell


* * * *

You’re on deck, hombre


* * * *

Got out with a few chips still on the table


* * * *

Life is a marathon, not a sprint


* * * *

Alone again, naturally


* * * *

Free at last



THE STANDARD RIPOSTES



Mowgli in the forest out the back door,

Huck Finn in the Mississippi across the street,

And Peter Pan in every realm between.


* * * *

It's a good day to die, tomorrow would be better.

* * * *
Once upon a time.

* * * *
Those were the daze.

* * * *

Needs research.


* * * *

Yes means yes, no means no, and maybe does not mean yes.


* * * *

Life is a marathon, not a sprint.


* * * *

The freezer door is open.



TITLES, TITLES & MORE TITLES



​​​​ The Arrogance of Religion


* * * *

The Vanity of Religion


* * * *

Prayer, the Ultimate Insult to Faith


* * * *

All of a Sudden


* * * *

Where Everything is Forgotten


* * * *

Breaking the Dam


* * * *

The Genetic Assumption


* * * *

The Atypical Mind


* * * *

Death While Living


* * * *

Well, Wrongo-Bongo, Kiddo


* * * *

Secrets of the Zipper


* * * *

The Hardscrabble Heart


* * * *

Santa Claus Groupthink


* * * *

The Source of Vanity


* * * *

The Many-Faced Mystery


* * * *

No Persuasion Required


* * * *

Another Curse


* * * *

Prolonging the Inevitable


* * * *

As Old as Old Is


* * * *

Another Day in Perdition


* * * *

Why Debate the Obvious?


* * * *

Lose the Whiney Voice


* * * *

Eternity’s Guarantee


* * * *

Subtleties Within Subtleties


* * * *

A Series of Miscalculations


* * * *

The Podium of Absurdity


* * * *

Rebel Without a Cause


* * * *

Down the Rabbit Hole


* * * *

The Downward Spiral


* * * *

Penury’s Absence of Justice


* * * *

One Breath at a Time


* * * *

Awareness is All, All is Awareness


* * * *

The Race Against Futility


* * * *

The Book of All Questions Answered


* * * *

The Pharaoh Dilemma


* * * *

Willy & Nilly


* * * *

The Path-Ridden Mountain


* * * *

Where Contentment Reigns


* * * *

What’s Your Treasure?


* * * *
Sage This


* * * *

The Gray Matter Trap


* * * *

Do You Really Want to Go There?


* * * *

Rules of Engagement


* * * *

On Lying to Your Self


* * * *

42 is the Answer


* * * *

The Timeless You


* * * *

Awareness: The Timeless You


* * * *

Wallowing in Despair


* * * *

The Realm of Eternal Awareness


* * * *

Just Enough


* * * *

The Pride of Me, Myself, and I


* * * *

The Tyranny of the Other


* * * *

Prior to Memory


* * * *

Prior to Imagination


* * * *

Prior to Pride


* * * *

An End to Greed


* * * *

Obviously


* * * *

Only Imagination Exists


* * * *

The Whirlwind of Existence


* * * *

As If It Never Happened


* * * *

Bingo, Baby! Bingo!


* * * *

The End to Hope


* * * *

Boiling Down to Nothing


* * * *

Into the Wind


* * * *

The Ebb and Flow of Pride


* * * *

No Frames, No Boundaries


* * * *

The Prophet Who Never Was


* * * *

Once Upon a Time


* * * *

Saving the World One Moment at a Time


* * * *

This Month’s Flavor


* * * *

His Own Form of Vanity


* * * *

A Little Showroom


* * * *

The Land of Imaginary Notion


* * * *

Beyond Redemption


* * * *

The Ghosts of Mind


* * * *

Gordian’s Naught


* * * *

The Times of Mind


* * * *

What’s Happening, Dreamer?


* * * *

Lost World


* * * *

Just Another Spiritual Scam


* * * *

The Horde of Ghosts in Every Mind


* * * *

The Pretenders


* * * *

The Alone Zone


* * * *

This Month’s Enemy


* * * *

Hither and Thither


* * * *

The Pretend of History


* * * *

Life Ahead


* * * *

Ghosts All


* * * *

Last Man Standing


* * * *

A Rumor of Life


* * * *

Discovery After Discovery


* * * *

Going Through the Motions


* * * *

Game Face On, Game Face Off


* * * *

Before You Can Think About It


* * * *

These Modern Times


* * * *

Needs Research


* * * *

The Point is There is No Point


* * * *

The Great Solitude


* * * *

Those Were the Daze


* * * *

Where All Futures End


* * * *

Memory Lanes


* * * *

Going Through the Motions


* * * *

The Serenity of Oblivion


* * * *

Widgeteers


* * * *

Free at Last


* * * *

Widgets, Thingamabobs, Doohickeys, Doodads, Gizmos, Whatsits & Thingys


* * * *

Love, An Enticing Mirage


* * * *

A Rolodex of Memories


* * * *

All Pretend


* * * *

Keeping It Real


* * * *

On High


* * * *

The Distracted Life


* * * *

Strange Moments


* * * *

Guess Again


* * * *

One Thing After Another


* * * *

The Will to Exist


* * * *

King of Paupers


* * * *

The Reflective Life


* * * *

There You Are


* * * *

Batten Down the Hatches


* * * *

The Pothole Kingdom


* * * *

The Snowball Theorem


* * * *

Not Quite as Superior as You


* * * *

Not Quite as Humble as You


* * * *

The Axis of Evil: Nepotism, Cronyism, Favortism


* * * *

Find Your Tabula Rasa


* * * *

The Polarity Wars


* * * *

The Freezer Door is Open


* * * *

For Vanity’s Sake


* * * *

Who Could Have Predicted That?


* * * *

The Darwinian Balance


* * * *

Happy Daze


* * * *

The Forever Hungry Button


* * * *

Roughriders


* * * *

Another Way of Putting It


* * * *

You Knew That Was Going to Happen


* * * *

Always Expect the Unexpected


* * * *

Dilettantes


* * * *

Patterns Unending


* * * *

The Delusions of Magical Thinking


* * * *

A Thing for Things


* * * *

What a Lucky Man He Was


* * * *

All or Nothing


* * * *

Yes Means Yes


* * * *

Who Could Have Foreseen That?


* * * *

Deities and Dogma


* * * *

Discern Your Unworked Wood


* * * *

The Darwinian Precipice


* * * *

That Was Unexpected


* * * *

Improvise, Adapt, Overcome


* * * *

Anatomy and Character​: The Sculptors of Destiny​


* * * *

Best Friend, Worst Enemy


* * * *

A Wandering We Will Go


* * * *

Noblesse Oblige


* * * *

In Prison​, Again


* * * *

Good Attitude, Bad Attitude, Your Choice


* * * *

Sometimes So Huge, Sometimes So Small


* * * *

No One Wants to Hear It


* * * *

Oblivion Beckons


* * * *

New Money, Old Money


* * * *

All About DNA


* * * *

No Way to Know That


* * * *

The Great Waters


* * * *

The Forebrain Theater


* * * *

Pure Laziness


* * * *

Covid-19: Year One: The Cakewalk


* * * *

Comrades in Quantum


* * * *

The Art of Reason


* * * *

Darwin’s Jungle


* * * *

What Were You Thinking!?


* * * *

Nouveau Riche


* * * *

Vieil Argent


* * * *

Messianic Narcissism


* * * *

Why Bother?


* * * *

Count Your Blessings Before They End


* * * *

Enough, Already


* * * *

The Plaintive Cry


* * * *

The Final Pattern


* * * *

Lost in the Bubble


* * * *

Count Your Limitations, They Are Many


* * * *

My Little Soapbox


* * * *

The Mirage of Memory


* * * *

A Worthy Scabbard


* * * *

Heart Free, Mind Free


* * * *

Awareness Free


* * * *

A Dog’s Life


* * * *

A Cat’s Life


* * * *

The Difference Between Black and White


* * * *

Freedom for the Stallion


* * * *

Freedom for the Mares and Colts


* * * *

The April Fool


* * * *

Bubble Awareness


* * * *

Midnight Curfew


* * * *

Afternoon Delight


* * * *

Tiptoe Through the Tulips


* * * *

The Man Cave


* * * *

Clinched Fist, Open Hand


* * * *

The Perception of Now


* * * *

The Man with the Golden Cock


* * * *

The Girl with the Golden Pussy


* * * *

Harvest Moon


* * * *

A World Undone


* * * *

The Joy of Word Association


* * * *

Hazmat Bold


* * * *

The Swirl of Imagination


* * * *

The Rainbow of Imagination


* * * *

The Ever-Changing Consciousness: Remembering and Forgetting Its Imaginary Creation.


* * * *

You Call This a Plan?


* * * *

Despite All Evidence to the Contrary


* * * *

Idolatry for Vanity’s Sake



STAY TUNED



More soon ... Of that there can be little doubt for as long as these mortal lungs are still drawing air … So stay tuned, you Wascally Wabbit.



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