Breadcrumbs: The Unfolding Next Round - 02/16/20


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 2020, 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; 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.

Link to the compendium PDF of Breadcrumbs 2015 through 2019:

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

Link to the PDF’a of Breadcrumbs 2018 and Breadcrumbs 2019

Breadcrumbs 2018: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

Breadcrumbs 2019: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

Website:

The Stillness Before Time: Reflections from a Fellow Sojourner

A 53-page PDF copy can be downloaded at:

Main Blogs:

The Stillness Before Time: Reflections from a Fellow Sojourner

The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim

The Return to Wonder: Field Notes from the Unknown

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

Ciao ciao,

M



LEFTOVERS


You are attached to anything tangible or intangible
That distracts you from the pure beingness of awareness,
Anything that draws you into the endless web of consciousness.

* * * *
What serenity to let go all the wanting, all the dread,
To inhale and exhale without concern, without doubt.
To see it all, and want it not, is the greatest freedom.

* * * *
Have you really ever seen anything but expressions of nature?
Have you really ever been anything but an expression of nature?

* * * *
Awareness is awareness.
What is to intellectualize.
What is to mythologize?
What is to dogmatize?
What is to illuminate?
What is to symbolize?
What is to systemize?
What is to idolatrize?
What is to translate?
What is to elucidate?
What is to canonize?
What is to ritualize?
What is to worship?
What is to convert?
What is to believe?
What is to imagine?
What is to venerate?
What is to persuade?
What is to interpret?
What is to formalize?
What is to evangelize?
What is to proselytize?
What is to propagandize?
What is to institutionalize?
What is to traditionalize?

* * * *
There must be a purpose … It was meant to be …
What do those stale fallacies mean anyway?
Here you are, right here, right now.
What need for it to be more than that?

* * * *
So many victories, so many losses, so many delights, so many regrets.
So many friends, so many acquaintances, so many antagonists.
So many memories of this and that, and that and this.
The mind can be heaven, the mind can be hell,
And all the purgatories weaving the gray between.

* * * *
Consuming only what your metabolism requires is the challenge.
Carbs in, carbs out; far easier not to gain it than it is to lose it.

* * * *
Forever is a function of time,
And given that time does not actually exist,
Is therefore of questionable meaning.
A dubious assumption, indeed.

* * * *
What creature has not been the transcendent timeless serenity its entire existence?
Only the human species has fabricated a hellish enterprise of this magical garden world.
The gods and demons it has mythologized are but the vanity of imagination’s divisive nature.

* * * *
Attend the moment, in this right-here-right now.
That is the church, 24/7/365, for the rest of mind.

* * * *
Sometimes you look at things one way, sometimes another.
Irony and paradox take nothing, leave nothing, for granted.

* * * *
Helter-skeltering in the to and fro of the ebb and flow,
Until perchance you get back to where you started from.

* * * *
Sight and sound and taste and smell and touch,
Are but the Darwinian alchemy of the sensory mind,
Founded upon the emptiness of the quantum paradox.

* * * *
Nobody has ever taught you anything.
You may have gleaned something spoken or written,
But it was you who had to study it, learn it, practice it, until it stuck.

* * * *
Observer, seer, visionary, soothsayer, oracle, prophet,  prognosticator,
Diviner,  fortune teller, augur, crystal gazer, clairvoyant,
Psychic, medium, sibyl, forecaster, scientist.
All witnesses to the same mystery of their own persuasion.

* * * *
No doubt a fair-to-middling portion of the world is always churning away
On every ways and means to bring any Rome’s little game to its knees.

* * * *
That you are co-creator, co-creating, is not an ego thing.
It is an actuality thing, every moment of every existence.

* * * *
Damning the torpedoes, burning the bridges and boats, 
Going for broke, running the gauntlet, throwing caution to the wind,
Are generally extreme no-other-option tactics; only rarely safe-sound strategies.

* * * *
Truth is so much simpler, so much more austere, than all the multiple-syllable wordplay
That I and others of the same ilk so methodically, so legalistically use,
In our relatively pointless philosophical prattle.

* * * *
Many if not most are fully absorbed in their own existential adventure,
And make little time to deeply ponder the large and small of it in any meaningful way.
The solitary realm of the philosopher is very alonely ground.
And does it matter? Not one whit.

* * * *
The origin of any scientific experiment is chock-full of speculative possibilities.
The difference between it and superstition is every attempt to weed out all fallacy.

* * * *
This garden world is plenty capable of fashioning anything
The physics of the quantum mystery might allow
Without the aid of aliens or deities.

* * * *
From nothingness, awareness.
From awareness, quantum.
From quantum, chemistry.
From chemistry, biology.
From biology, medium.
From medium, consciousness,
From consciousness, imagination.
From imagination, Me and Myself and I.
From Me and Myself and I, illusion and delusion.

* * * *
We are born alone, we exist alone, we die alone.
Nothing to assert, nothing to emote, nothing to avoid.

* * * *
Every other moment of your relatively brief existence,
No matter the quantum tempest whooshing around and about,
Has always been very much steeped in the same awareness as this one.

* * * *
What is the point of anyone judging any another?
All sensory mind-bodies experience very different worlds, very different universes,
That cannot be changed in any way, any shape, any form.
Be and allow are the highest law.

* * * *
Any individual, any group, any organization, any nation state,
That does not revitalize its dynamic, is destined to decline and fall.

* * * *
When all is said and done, all is said and done.
When all is come and gone, all is come and gone.
Oblivion is the natural state of all befores, all afters.

* * * *
Pleasure is the absence of pain.
Happiness is the absence of sorrow.
Serenity is the absence of worry.

* * * *
Awareness is the clarity, the simplicity, the transparency, the eternity,
In which the thunder and lightning of consciousness
Equally plays any and all dreams.

* * * *
The same awareness is in all life,
It is neither mine nor yours or theirs.
It is without attachment to any structure.
And equally plays any and all dreams.

* * * *
Nothing to get.
Nothing to be.
Nothing to do.

* * * *
There is just this one indelible, indivisible reality,
So easily forgotten in any given moment:
That all are you, and you are all.
Simple to utter; challenging to every instant realize.
How quickly the distractible mind can misplace any coherent insight
In the murky fog, the mucky bog, the gummy quagmire, of the everyday divisive grind.

* * * *
How is it all the folks who so convincingly proclaim their presence,
Are never able to offer verifiable scientific proof of all their deities and aliens,
Much less anything more than folklore about how they came to exist in the first place.

* * * *
The convenient thing about the wage slaves of this modern world
Is that the overseers do not have to house and clothe and feed them.

* * * *
All gods and other mythological creations are un-provable assumptions
Born of the inexplicable human need to rationalize their inexplicability.

* * * *
Regarding the infinity of the mystery into which we have been cast,
No one can ever know more than the speculations of imagination allow.

* * * *
Who is the universe you cannot see?
What is the universe you cannot see?
Where is the universe you cannot see?
When is the universe you cannot see?
Why is the universe you cannot see?
How is the universe you cannot see?

* * * *
Who is the universe you cannot hear?
What is the universe you cannot hear?
Where is the universe you cannot hear?
When is the universe you cannot hear?
Why is the universe you cannot hear?
How is the universe you cannot hear?

* * * *
Who is the universe you cannot taste?
What is the universe you cannot taste?
Where is the universe you cannot taste?
When is the universe you cannot taste?
Why is the universe you cannot taste?
How is the universe you cannot taste?

* * * *
Who is the universe you cannot smell?
What is the universe you cannot smell?
Where is the universe you cannot smell?
When is the universe you cannot smell?
Why is the universe you cannot smell?
How is the universe you cannot smell?

* * * *
Who is the universe you cannot touch?
What is the universe you cannot touch?
Where is the universe you cannot touch?
When is the universe you cannot touch?
Why is the universe you cannot touch?
How is the universe you cannot touch?

* * * *
Who is the universe you cannot know?
What is the universe you cannot know?
Where is the universe you cannot know?
When is the universe you cannot know?
Why is the universe you cannot know?
How is the universe you cannot know?

* * * *
Who is the universe you cannot see?
Who is the universe you cannot hear?
Who is the universe you cannot taste?
Who is the universe you cannot smell?
Who is the universe you cannot touch?
Who is the universe you cannot know?

* * * *
What is the universe you cannot see?
What is the universe you cannot hear?
What is the universe you cannot taste?
What is the universe you cannot smell?
What is the universe you cannot touch?
What is the universe you cannot know?

* * * *
Where is the universe you cannot see?
Where is the universe you cannot hear?
Where is the universe you cannot taste?
Where is the universe you cannot smell?
Where is the universe you cannot touch?
Where is the universe you cannot know?

* * * *
When is the universe you cannot see?
When is the universe you cannot hear?
When is the universe you cannot taste?
When is the universe you cannot smell?
When is the universe you cannot touch?
When is the universe you cannot know?

* * * *
Why is the universe you cannot see?
Why is the universe you cannot hear?
Why is the universe you cannot taste?
Why is the universe you cannot smell?
Why is the universe you cannot touch?
Why is the universe you cannot know?

* * * *
How is the universe you cannot see?
How is the universe you cannot hear?
How is the universe you cannot taste?
How is the universe you cannot smell?
How is the universe you cannot touch?
How is the universe you cannot know?

* * * *
It is the same today,
As it was yesterday,
As it will be tomorrow.

* * * *
No matter the time, no matter the space,
No matter the form, no matter the formless,
It is all you, and you alone, indivisible, eternal.

* * * *
In the Bhagavad Gita, in Lord Krishna’s discourse with the warrior, Arjuna,
He states the manifest aspect consists of eight material energies:
Earth, water, fire, air, ether, mind, intellect, and ego.
And that the higher nature is the life force
That permeates all things and sustains the Cosmos.
This two-fold nature is the womb of all beings and things.
It is the source of all Creation, and that into which it dissolves.
That there is nothing higher than the Self that clearly discerns this,
That “All That Is” hangs upon this Self like “pearls threaded on string.”
And that those few who absolutely, without doubt, see this, become That I Am.

* * * *
There has never been even one instant in all eternity
When you are not the unborn-undying changeless nature.
All perceptions, all dichotomies, are but imaginary constructs.

* * * *
There has never been even one instant when you are not the unborn indivisible nature.
All perceptions, all causes, all effects, all dichotomies, are but imaginary constructions.

* * * *
No matter the dice-and-slice of the quantum electromagnetic spectrum being occupied, 
No matter the manifestation, no matter the sensory theater,
No matter the dimension,
No matter any dichotomy whatsoever, 
The awareness peering out, the mystery peering out, is ever the same.

* * * *
Imagine yourself back to the moment you were conceived,
And re-examine, re-witness, from that timeless, spaceless beginning,
The womb, the world, the cosmos, you have in time traveled, in time created.

* * * *
The great what is, is so prior to and well beyond any mind-made human concoction,
That vanity can never achieve anything more than all but meaningless confabulation.

* * * *
Observing , contemplating, the imaginary expanses of the mind’s kaleidoscoping theater,
All seen, all heard, all tasted, all smelled, all touched, all anything,
Is the nothingness of quantum play.


SOUNDBITES


The freest mind is the one not suffering the contractions of consciousness.

* * * *
Everything is a kaleidoscoping expression of totality.

* * * *
It is only ignorance that binds you.

* * * *
Always a good idea to stay sharp for those moment impossible to anticipate.

* * * *
Waking up every moment to a new universe.

* * * *
​Awareness, ever alone amid the swirl of every possible distraction.

* * * *
Awareness is as large as it is small.

* * * *
The wisdom of insecurity, the insecurity of wisdom.

* * * *
Sucking thumb, sucking screen, what difference, really?

* * * *
Is there any end to subtlety?

* * * *
The serenity of the tabula rasa is the state of the mind unborn-undying.

* * * *
Nothing matters only as much as imagination imagines.

* * * *
Now is the only church open every moment.

* * * *
That snowball you are consequencing now was once a snowflake.

* * * *
Vanity aside, what’s the point?

* * * *
Now is enough.

* * * *
How can it not be the same mystery no matter how many dimensions you occupy?

* * * *
So many memories washing into the sea of oblivion.

* * * *
Possibilities, imagine them all.

* * * *
​What language does not sound like gibberish to the undiscerning ear?

* * * *
Beware the charismatic leader.

* * * *
The Great Monkey Mind leaves no facet of its crystalline nature unplayed.

* * * *
Not easy to endure, but fascinating to watch​.

* * * *
Being stupid has its consequences.

* * * *
Getting old is filled with so many bothers, and no doubt many more just beyond the horizon.

* * * *
We are all supping on the same mystery.

* * * *
A woman has hit her decline when ​when her laugh ​becomes a cackle.

* * * *
Do nothing? Or let nothing do you?

* * * *
Check your entitlements.

* * * *
Megalomania can be a magnet to the herd mind.

* * * *
One of those necessary bothers in this our modern world.

* * * *
There is no copyright on truth.

* * * *
The good news is that it will not be your problem much longer.

* * * *
Freedom is having just one detail in mind, and that is whether it is an inhale or exhale.

* * * *
Whatever you believe will tinge whatever you see.

* * * *
Always look back.

* * * *
Ignore the attributes.

* * * *
Bound up in every conceivable concept, we are, we are … And to what end?

* * * *
Watch the children; learn from what they, too, will forget.

* * * *
There is nothing that gives you pleasure that cannot take you down a dark path.

* * * *
It is always a good day to die.

* * * *
The uncorruptible is awaiting its discernment.

* * * *
What prize can there possibly be that will satisfy the insatiable?

* * * *
You are whatever you are least able not to be.

* * * *
Still sucking thumb.

* * * *
The Goldilocks Malady: Too hot, too cold, just right.

* * * *
Rolodexing the day.

* * * *
Time is nothing more than a neurological conception.

* * * *
Gravity deceives you into believing you are not floating in space.

* * * *
To see it all, and want it not, is the greatest freedom.

* * * *
Another day watching humankind go further and further off the rails.

* * * *
Dick Tracy is no longer just a cartoon.

* * * *
What critter – whether winged, finned, hoofed, or fingered – doesn’t hanker for a free meal?

* * * *
All things pass the same.

* * * *
To what are you attached? To what are you not? Likely an ever-changing dynamic.

* * * *
Realization is as full of irony and paradox as anything in siesta mode.

* * * *
Nothing near, nothing far, all the same, right here, right now, for all eternity, mystery that it ever is.

* * * *
Neither happy nor sad, good nor bad, light nor dark, the witness is.

* * * *
We are all blends of history come before.

* * * *
How can there be happiness when more is never enough?

* * * *
Only those lost to absurdity argue or ignore with facts.

* * * *
What a world.

* * * *
Awareness: unborn, undying, indelible, indivisible, absolute.

* * * *
You have to make all the mistakes so you know what they are.

* * * *
Yet still you cling.

* * * *
When was the first beginning; when will be the final end?

* * * *
Yet another auspiciously inauspicious day; perception is all, attitude is all.

* * * *
The undifferentiated state is a state unto its Self.

* * * *
The awareness prior to consciousness is as near as you can be to anything called god.

* * * *
To believe the jungle owes you anything is a first and last error.

* * * *
The price of "success" in this our modern world.

* * * *
Awareness harbors no duality; that is the purview of imagination.

* * * *
Remembered again, forgotten again.

* * * *
If someone wants good friends, they have to be a good friend.

* * * *
Is any myth, any legend, any saga, any parable, any folktale, ever the true story?

* * * *
Existence requires action, but not necessarily all the time; occasional breaks make it tolerable.

* * * *
All the naming means nothing.

* * * *
In anything you can only go as far as the given nature-nurture allows.

* * * *
Whatever it is or is not, you are or are not.

* * * *
The something without which there would be nothing.

* * * *
Hell is other people.

* * * *
Nothing to get, nothing to be, nothing to do.

* * * *
Behavior may be modified, but the essential underlying perceptions ever remain the same.

* * * *
Is faith anything more than another world for delusion?

* * * *
It is a jungle; the tiger takes many forms.

* * * *
How ludicrous to believe any label, any meme, even begins to encapsulate anyone.

* * * *
Consequences and repercussions.

* * * *
Playing the move-up-the-food-chain game can be risky business.

* * * *
The great what is; the great what is not.

* * * *
True philosophy is entirely pointless.

* * * *
Awareness has no identity.

* * * *
You must let go all the words if you wish to drift in emptiness, the solitude of awareness.

* * * *
The lie that history wrote.

* * * *
What is this momentary dream but one kaleidoscoping phase after another.

* * * *
Hypocrisy hath no bounds.

* * * *
Moderate your greed.

* * * *
There is only one first time for anything.

* * * *
Can there ever be any end to the greed machine but extinction?

* * * *
It is interesting studying the world, but ignorance is much more blissful.

* * * *
What a thing it is to grow old; so much bother, so much suffering.

* * * *
The electromagnetic spectrum is far beyond far, any reckoning to which consciousness might aspire.

* * * *
How long can forever be if time does not exist?

* * * *
Summed up, there are three personality types: The Givers, The Takers, and The Needy.

* * * *
Never a good idea to fall for your own propaganda.

* * * *
It is a mystery is a mystery is a mystery, and shall ever remain a mystery.

* * * *
Find contentment in the moment.

* * * *
How free of your conditioning can you ever really be?

* * * *
All insane, some more functional than others, that being called normal.

* * * *
Real revolution is not a herd thing.

* * * *
Not easy to embrace oblivion.

* * * *
Awareness is ever the same awareness, no matter how you mine it.

* * * *
No belief is real belief; no faith is real faith.

* * * *
Sneaky does it.

* * * *
A rare few see reality clearly, without effort, and move on at ease with their brief dream.

* * * *
Truth is so pure and simple as to be non-existent.

* * * *
Morons in charge.

* * * *
Maybe for a few moments in another year or three.

* * * *
Consciousness and imagination are different words for the same thing.

* * * *
Is there a happy ending to any life’s story?

* * * *
Imagination is the harbor of duality.

* * * *
Life is a brief little outing to which too much attachment only brings grief and suffering.

* * * *
What need for deities and demons?

* * * *
How little control any life form really has over its existence.

* * * *
Loaded words unending.

* * * *
There is no truth; merely the fog of lies swirling around and about.

* * * *
When does more than enough become too much?

* * * *
Philosophical inquiry is the long and winding journey home.

* * * *
How does dressing like a clown make someone a revolutionary?

* * * *
Why humankind assumes itself the be-all-end-all of the universe is a mystery unto its Self.

* * * *
Oblivion is pretty final.

* * * *
One bleak end or another awaits all.

* * * *
Haters abound.

* * * *
What more can ever truly be more than what is?

* * * *
Awareness harbors no duality.

* * * *
What point to philosophy that does not translate into daily living?

* * * *
Every time a human baby is born, it means a lot of things are going to die.

* * * *
Forget who you think you are.

* * * *
The perfect crime is the one no one ever even suspects happened.

* * * *
No doubt, no worries.

* * * *
What is consciousness but the flurry of its own proportion.

* * * *
Erase all remnants.

* * * *
Absurd assumptions make for absurd dogma.

* * * *
You do not know it does; you do not know it does not.

* * * *
Yet another moment of weakness.

* * * *
It’s the same today as it was yesterday as it will be tomorrow.

* * * *
None of it is right here, right now.

* * * *
Why engage with any dualistic notion?

* * * *
The sage evaporates into nothing.

* * * *
Already dead and don’t even know it.

* * * *
Saving someone from themselves? Good luck with that.

* * * *
What is fashion but a lot of vain people pretending they look like more than pigs in makeup.

* * * *
Where is that big dick guy in the sky, anyway?

* * * *
Imagination exists, not you.

* * * *
The student of truth is neither deterred nor deflected by any lie.

* * * *
Recognition is always well after the fact.

* * * *
Trouble never sends a warning.

* * * *
Till your own ground.

* * * *
Ignorance can be troublesome.

* * * *
Yoga is still yoga not matter how much snake oil is slathered on it.

* * * *
How can you ever die if you were never born?

* * * *
It does not matter how right you are if you walk in front of a truck.

* * * *
Outsmarted yourself again, eh?

* * * *
Once upon a time you knew so much, and now so little a thimble would suffice.

* * * *
What forever can there be to the eternity that is timeless?

* * * *
Nature is the mystery’s expression.

* * * *
How long to reach any goal if you count all the steps before the journey even begins?

* * * *
True belief requires no belief; true faith requires no faith.

* * * *
An mind given over to awareness is attuned to conscious breathing.

* * * *
Despite all the macho vanity swirling about it, what gain is there in pain?

* * * *
When it comes to assumptions of free will, the Fates just laugh.

* * * *
Discipline for discipline’s sake is a core attribute that never stops giving.

* * * *
Make every mistake so you know what they are.

* * * *
It is all just speculation, it is all just wordplay, until you discover it for your Self.

* * * *
We are born alone, we exist alone, we die alone.

* * * *
Imagination is its own boon; imagination is its own bane.

* * * *
Science can only go so far before philosophy must wrest away the baton.


TITLES, TITLES & MORE TITLES


The Pure Beingness of Awareness

* * * *
The Web of Consciousness

* * * *
The Contractions of Consciousness

* * * *
The Undifferentiated State

* * * *
The Bitter Brew

* * * *
Check Your Entitlements

* * * *
Sucking Thumb, Sucking Screen

* * * *
Human(un)kind

* * * *
No Going Back

* * * *
Rolodexing the Day

* * * *
A Tool of Fate

* * * *
The Goldilocks Malady

* * * *
Floating in a Dream

* * * *
The Wisdom of Insecurity

* * * *
The Insecurity of Wisdom

* * * *
The Rolodex of Bothers

* * * *
Now is Enough

* * * *
Superstitious Minds

* * * *
All Things Pass the Same

* * * *
The Dick Tracy Times

* * * *
Quantum Menagerie

* * * *
Always Look Back

* * * *
The Great Monkey Mind

* * * *
The Underbelly

* * * *
The Seer

* * * *
The Witness

* * * *
Still Sucking Thumb

* * * *
The Dark Crystal

* * * *
Nappytime

* * * *
The Ant’s Life

* * * *
Analog Versus Digital

* * * *
Vanity Aside, What’s the Point?

* * * *
The Quantum Paradox 

* * * *
The Empty Setless

* * * *
The Undifferentiated Mind

* * * *
Pain is the Teacher

* * * *
The Natural Life

* * * *
The Effortless Dream

* * * *
Nothing Known, Nothing Unknown

* * * *
Ignore the Attributes

* * * *
Rational Minds

* * * *
The End of Patriotism

* * * *
The Effort-Filled Mind

* * * *
Fun and Games, Bread and Circuses

* * * *
During and Meanwhile

* * * *
The History of One

* * * *
The Wanderfest Manifesto

* * * *
Off the Rails

* * * *
The Awareness Prior to Consciousness

* * * *
Awareness Has No Identity

* * * *
Morons in Charge

* * * *
The Swish and Swirl of Ego

* * * *
Sneaky Does It

* * * *
Tasty Trouble

* * * *
The Great What Is

* * * *
The Great What Is Not

* * * *
The Student of Truth

* * * *
Trouble Never Sends a Warning

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The Grand Theater

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Discipline for Discipline’s Sake

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The Bleak End

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As the Crow Flies

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Do You Hear the Fates Laughing?

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Ignorance Can Be Troublesome

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Denial and Delusion

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Tilling Your Own Ground

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Yet Still You Cling

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The World of Other

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The World of Appearances

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The Weavings of Emptiness

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The World of Self

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True Belief Requires No Belief

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True Faith Requires No Faith

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This Modern World

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Loaded Words Unending

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The Glut of Gluttony

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All Creatures Great and Small

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The Clinging Thing

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The Road to Extinction

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Moderate Your Greed

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Voodoo Balls

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There Is Only One First Time

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The Greed Machine

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Hell is Other People

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Consequences and Repercussions

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Loaded Words

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The Futility of Philosophy

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The Sleeping Mind

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The Awakened Mind

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Ignorance Was Bliss

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The Boon and Bane of Imagination

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Oblivion is Pretty Final

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Forget Who You Think You Are

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The Amalgamation

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The Givers

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The Takers

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The Needy

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Catching the Wave

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The Great Whatthe#$*!

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Haters Abound

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What a World

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Remembered Again, Forgotten Again

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Remembered Again

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Forgotten Again

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Awareness Harbors No Duality

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Imagination is the Harbor of Duality

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Written by the Hands of Time

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The Lie That History Wrote

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Hypocrisy Has No Bounds

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Panawareness

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A Herald of Bullshit

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Slipping Through Anonymous

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Un-Heralded Bullshit

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Heralded Bullshit

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No Doubt, No Worries

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The Soul of All Souls

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The Mind of Michael


COROLLARIES


Common Meme:
History repeats itself.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
History does not repeat itself, but the patterns do.

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English Proverb:
“You can't eat your cake and have it (too)” or “You can't have your cake and eat it (too).”
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
You can eat your cake, and have it (too), if you bake two.


THE STANDARD RIPOSTES


Another thing I desperately don’t need.

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Always look back.

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I have worked very hard to be this lazy.

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Waiting for the Reaper.

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It is the same today as it was yesterday as it will be tomorrow.

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A Christmas Tree is dying to come home with you.

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I brake for tailgaters.

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An empty bladder and a full clip.

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Yowza!

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Wallahoo!

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Ciao, ciao.

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Holy Schmoley, Batman.


SKETCHES OF THE ONCE UPON A TIME


LIST OF TOP BOOKS FOR THE UP AND COMING


59 MOMENTS TO THE WAY IT IS (AND IS NOT)


THE REAL IS DISCOVERING SERIES


POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS


BREADCRUMBS


How many countless hours have I spent tinkering with this student-of-life wanderfest.
All the reading, writing, talking, typing, editing, programming, sharing.
Yeesch and by golly, what a hobby, what a quixotic pastime.
And to think, time does not even exist as more than a neurological conception.

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Getting old is filled with so many bothers, and no doubt many more just over the horizon.

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So many memories washing into the sea of oblivion.

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I attend the moment; this right-here-right now.
That is my church, 24/7/365, for the rest of mind.
Am so content I can barely lift a finger to do more.

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My little hobby.

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Not easy to endure, but fascinating to watch​.

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So wealthy I barely open the wallet to spend more.

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It is only by the grace of the gods that I am single and chlldless.

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The good news is that it will not be my problem much longer.

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Obviously not all that gung-ho about being a cancer cell.

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I have worked very hard to be this lazy.

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Truth is so much simpler, so much more austere, than all the multiple-syllable wordplay
That I and others of the same ilk so meticulously, so  legalistically use,
In our relatively pointless philosophical prattle.

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Full of opinions, same as everyone else, and all just as meaningless.

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Yet another overbaked dogma.

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It is the same today as it was yesterday as it will be tomorrow.

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Born to do nothing.

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Don’t need it, don’t use it, but like having it, twisted.

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Too late in the game to have any appreciable impact.

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Some daze it is hard to remember if it is yesterday or tomorrow.

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How monotonous to be surrounded by true believers,
Followers, minions, sycophants, groupies, toadies, gofers, hangers-on,
Devotees, disciples, flatterers, adherents, supporters, admirers, enthusiasts, underlings,
Cronies, yes men, fans, acolytes, favorites, optimists, subordinates, slaves,
Fawners, bootlickers, brownnosers, and ass-kissers.
Give me a nitpicking skeptic and a grousing cynic any day.

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The ditty mind humming away.

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About as foreign a foreign policy as absurdity allows.

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Yet another moment of weakness.

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Tilling my own ground.

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It has been interesting studying the world, but ignorance would have been much more blissful.

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What a thing it is to grow old; so much bother, so much suffering.

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Yet still I cling.

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Yup, I’ll forget you, too, and you, me, no doubt, no worries.

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When it comes to getting ample sleep
In this bruised and battered, aging body,
Every night, every day, is its own adventure.

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Another ditty written by the hands of time.

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Joe Everyman.

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How pleasant to write anything I want, and know few if any will ever read it.

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Ignorance was bliss.

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This is what I have to offer, this is my gift; whether or not you accept it is on you.

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A Christmas Tree is dying to come home with you.

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I brake for tailgaters.

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Already dead and don’t even know it.

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Spent life looking for meaning and purpose until I finally realized there is none.
That the entire human drama and the dreamtime in which it is set,
 Is but an illusion, a game rigged for delusion.

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"How much of it is just the latest snake oil?" he wondered, not for the first time that day.

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What point to philosophy that does not translate into daily living?

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The mind of Michael.

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Th-th-th-that's all folks, until the next round.


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