01 January 2015

The Unfolding Next Round - 08/23/17


Greetings,

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 2017, they will be filed in their respective Breadcrumbs zones – Leftovers, Soundbites, Possible Titles, Corollaries, Possible Last Words & Epitaphs, or Breadcrumbs – and then, if the last quarter-plus century of personal history is any indication, another round of ditty-festing will likely relatively quickly blossom from this a-scribing mind.

The last two years worth of wordplay can also be viewed at:

Breadcrumbs & Other 2015

Breadcrumbs & Other 2016

Enjoy in joy as best ye may.


Ciao ciao,


M


LEFTOVERS


The discernment of truth in the human mind, in the human paradigm,
Has really always been very much the same across the world throughout time.
But all those who see it are bound by the filters of their conditioning: bound by culture;
Bound by creed; bound by language; bound by ego; bound by the thirst for power, fame, fortune;
Bound by the seven deadly intoxications: pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, sloth;
Bound by the perpetual tango of desire and fear in the quest for security.
Is it any wonder that these modern times are so chaotic,
So confused, so conflicted, so contrary,
That only the rare are willing and able to see past
The incalculable differences entirely created by imagination.

* * * *
Of course there is what many, by one name, by one concept, by one dogma or another, call god.
But the fundamental reality is that it is a timeless, indivisible, unattainable mystery,
That cannot be bound by any form, by any circumstance, by any creed.
It is not some dualistic invention like a Zeus, a Jupiter, a Shiva, or a Santa Claus.
It is not a deity, a goddess, a divine being, a celestial being, a divinity, an immortal, or an avatar.
It is not an idol, a graven image, an icon, a totem, a talisman, a fetish, or a juju.
Of course there is a god, and it includes the essence you truly are.
Do not confuse any fabrications of consciousness
With the reality of awareness.

* * * *
In truth, you have no past, you have no future.
You are but a subjective dream of consciousness, of imagination.
There is only now, there is only awareness, there is only quantum, there is only eternity,
Timelessly witnessing an indivisible, kaleidoscoping, sensory play.

* * * *
Your world, your universe, your dreamtime, is your own imaginary concoction,
Founded upon the sensory input as interpreted by your patterned mind.
However you see anything unfolding, is what it is, always was, and will ever be.
Whatever you think others think, they think; whatever you think others do, they do.
You are perceiver, you are witness, you are observer, you are bystander, you are spectator.
You are the one and only awareness acting out your programmed, conditioned, habituated persona.
Immortally absolute, indelibly sovereign, timelessly unconditional, eternally indivisible,
And unutterably, irrefutably alone in your center stage of consciousness.

* * * *
To discern your true Self, to discern the awareness that is source,
Is to discern all possibilities upon which imagination might draw.

* * * *
Trust your Self.
Trust your own mind.
Trust your own awareness.
Trust your own perception.
Trust your own intuition.
Find your own way,
You, scientist.

* * * *
You are the only one and only observer watching you.
All the deities, all the angels, all the demons, all the avatars,
All the santa clauses, tooth fairies, and other mythological creatures,
Are nothing more than figments of imagination given credence.
You, the singular aloneness, are the one and only witness.

* * * *
The challenge is to imbibe each fleeting moment
As completely, as purely, as gracefully, as contentedly,
As the sensory mind bound to space and time fitfully allows.

* * * *
You who give the mind over to its inexplicable source,
Will never be appreciated unconditionally by the human paradigm.
Thought and emotion are but evolutionary by-products of ductless glands and viscera.
It is not possible to gain the full acceptance of any meme, any group, any followers, any true believers,
Any brainwashed, conditioned, indoctrinated collusion to which consciousness is so attached,
For the capricious mix is incapable of comprehending that which is cradle to all.
You must, in awareness, stand very much alone, flawlessly absolute.

* * * *
Without the thought, the idea, the notion,
The brainwave, the inspiration, the theory, the belief,
The concept, the opinion, the plan, the conception, the philosophy,
How would the imaginary identity you delude your awareness into pretending
Play out its meme-bound who-what-where-when-why-how collusion?

* * * *
No geography is immune to the money-in-a-wheelbarrow moment
If the one-percenters and their minions play their game too greedy.

* * * *
There appear to be many others of every imaginable variety,
But it is all really truly the awareness you very much alone are,
Translating the sensory play as the ever-present now unfolds.
The singular you, chattering away to your Self, so to speak.

* * * *
There is nothing in this manifest dreamtime to which you can ultimately cling.
You are awash in imaginary notion, and if that gradually dissipates,
Where can you ever be but the given right-here-right-now,
As infinitely, as infinitesimally immeasurable,
As the mystery of awareness ever is.

* * * *
When the mind is still,
When the mind is but awareness,
Who-what-where-when-why-how can you exist?

* * * *
Every mind has its rhyme and reason, its raison d'être,
And whether or not others become interested in the trove of its wanders.
Is a matter only history, in one future past or another, will tell.

* * * *
The entire human spectacle, with all its histories, whether written and unwritten,
Is nothing more than collusion founded upon the capricious spark of imagination.

* * * *
That which you imagine you are is replete with every sort of passion and pain and regret.
That mystery which you truly are, that which is prior to consciousness, is indivisibly immaculate.
The mind is a collection of perceptions to which unmitigated detachment is the only salvation.

* * * *
Whether or not there are other dream worlds,
Other Gaias out in the immensity of the indifferent universe,
We will likely never know because we have not valued our own world enough
To insure our survival for more than a relatively few minutes in the space-time continuum.
The clock is tick-tick-ticking, and we are rushing madly towards extinction,
Or certainly a very harsh, very downsized paradigm shift.

* * * *
There may be nothing new under this sun or any other,
But it is all new to you, so drive on, Brave Knight, drive on.

* * * *
Creation takes time, creation takes space.
There is no “suddenly appeared.”
There is only never-beginning-never-ending process,
A quantum holograph in which humankind is but a smidgeon of a shard.

* * * *
Dreaming itself immortal,
Consciousness is indelibly linked
To the finite creation of quantum design.

* * * *
We are all the same oneness playing out the parts, the same oneness playing out the many.
We are all a kaleidoscoping hologram of inestimable, immeasurable, infinite proportion,
A quantum matrix emanating a dream of time in the timeless indivisibility of eternity.

* * * *
To be vulnerable is the challenge of complete surrender to the moment.
To be totally open without the psychic walls of the me-myself-and-I,
To the ego that is nothing more than a castle built of imagination.

* * * *
We have witnessed history play the same record over and over and over again.
The players change, the technologies change, the universe changes,
But the monkey mind is ever a Shakespearian collage.

* * * *
Pull out that phone, that tablet,
That notebook, that laptop, that screen,
That security blanket of these our modern times.
What will you do if/when the day it is forever gone comes?
Will you be ready when old school rises again?

* * * *
Your imaginary personality is how your awareness adapted
To the winds of the nature-nurture into which you were cast.
It is but a temporary temporal thing; best not get too attached.

* * * *
In this manifest dreamtime world, history has countless times proven that might makes right.
As Vegetius put it in De Re Militari: si vis pacem, para bellum, if you want peace, prepare for war.
Anonymity is the first line of defense, the second is to be a chameleon, to avoid becoming a target.
From then on – care you to abide, care you to survive – whatever level of readiness is required.

* * * *
It is only in imagination that all players are fashioned.
The grand holograph is seamless; there is no other.
The inscrutable indivisible is without partition.
All withouts are within, all withins, without.

* * * *
Complete, unconditional, unadorned vulnerability is the means to nirvana.
To give your self over to Self, to set the body-mind adrift in awareness,
Is the discerning tap of the Ruby Slippers that will get you home.
Eternity is now, there is no other, nothingness is as apparent as it gets.

* * * *
If there is such a thing as a perfect body,
Rest assured, it doesn't stay that way for long.

* * * *
Me and myself and I:
My body, my mind, my sex, my color, my race, my language, my culture,
My family, my friends, my school, my class, my college, my house, my land, my pets,
My workplace, my business, my club, my bar, my coffee shop, my store, my money, my things,
My town, my county, my state, my country, my world, my sun, my universe,
My religion, my church, my god, my heaven, my hell …
Me, me, me, forever and ever me.

* * * *
The roles all life play out in the grand web
Are nothing more than the blueprint,
The patterning of the given seed.
All are the same inexplicable essence.

* * * *
Is it the quantum universe that creates the quantum mind?
Or is it the quantum mind that creates the quantum universe?
Or are they the same quantum creating each other,
This very much the same moment?
Yet another dreamy day,
Same old chicken or egg conundrum.

* * * *
You are really only important to you,
And perhaps a collection of family and friends,
And soon you and they will all be quite dead, quite gone.
And therein rests the point of all that vanity:
Don’t worry, be happy.

* * * *
There is a space, a stillness, an awareness,
Where entire universes disappear,
And the unknown reigns.

* * * *
​The mind's hunger for more-more-more​ is an insatiable, ever-consuming beast.
Only in the wisdom of age does it only just maybe-perhaps become less a burden.

* * * *
Truth, neither rational nor irrational,
Is as indefinable as the moment,
Because it is the moment,
And the moment is unknown.

* * * *
The ever-motionless awareness of the eternal mind
Is prior to all movement of consciousness,
And the myriad attachments therein.

* * * *
Is there an outside the box that is not yet another box,
And then another and another and another.
Boxes and boxes ad infinitum,
Until all of a sudden, only You remain.

* * * *
Relinquish, surrender, abandon, renounce, resign,
Give up, hand over, bow out, turn down, let go by, let pass,
And be.

* * * *
Why would you want to follow anyone?
Why would you want anyone to follow you?
Both are but the endless narcissism of vain notion,
The imaginary saga of the self-absorbed mind.

* * * *
Any teacher only plays a significant part of any life
Until whatever it is they offer is learned, is owned.

* * * *
Once upon a timeless in some long ago, an ancestor sat on a branch alone,
When another ancestor nearby uttered a sound that s/he thought s/he understood.
Thus fell the metaphorical fruit of knowledge, of good and evil,
And the solitude of the garden dreamscape
Was, for a brief spate of the mind born of time, undone.

* * * *
It is a perfect world, a perfect universe,
But not perfect enough for many if not most.

* * * *
To be caught in the web of time
Is to play out the death born of imagination.
Only in the timelessness of eternal awareness can existence
Be as real as the quantum dreamtime allows.

* * * *
With rare exception, the most avaricious wacko
Has always been the most motivated
To be the king of any hill.

* * * *
The good news is you need not hate or kill another
Just because they will never see it the way you do.

* * * *
In truth, we expatriated ourselves from the garden of origin.
All mythologies regarding this fact are figurative at best.
All are but metaphors inspired by the usual suspects:
The unending self-absorption of vanity and greed.

* * * *
How can there not be more and more suffering
With more and more battling for less and less.
The strong thrive, and the weak endure or die.

* * * *
Stars and planets stream silently about the heavens, oblivious to your vain existence,
And all the passions that play out the ceaseless dramas in your hollow imagination.

* * * *
The moment, the instant, the second, the minute,
The jiffy, the flash, the tick, the twinkling, the trice:
What are they but concept after concept after concept,
Consciousness ever trifling the timelessness of awareness.

* * * *
Of hubris and humility, arrogance and modesty,
When have the gods and demons ever punished anyone,
Who has not first and foremost punished themselves far more?

* * * *
What an isolating thing, the groupthink of any tradition.
All attempts of consciousness to bring together
Only further and further splinter.

* * * *
In any given twinkling, it does not matter how you play out your reverie of time.
It does not matter whether you were good or not, smart or not, happy or not, earnest or not,
Passionate or not. productive or not, powerful or not, wealthy or not, famous or not, beautiful or not.
The timeless awareness does not care one scintilla about you, or anyone or anything else.
We are all but temporal quantum forms in the nothingness of eternity.

* * * *
Your ego, your vanity, wants to matter so much​, but in reality it doe​s not, never did, never will.
You are a brief dream of awareness: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Find harbor in the futility, the uselessness, the pointlessness,
The worthlessness, the fruitlessness, of it all.

* * * *
Everything about the dreamtime of human consciousness
Is generated from two primal forces: sustenance and procreation.
All the vanities, all quests for power and fame and fortune
Are marinated in those two interwoven hungers.

* * * *
The good, the bad, the ugly; the sour, the bitter, the sweet;
Taking things as they are mitigates the suffering of existence.

* * * *
It is only imagination that feels happy or sorry or anything else for its imaginary self.
Imagination ever-translating the ever-streaming sensory perceptions
Into endless shades of emotional gratification.
How can the timeless awareness prior to consciousness
Feel anything for the nothingness from which it springs eternal?

* * * *
Caring too much, caring too little, caring just enough;
Too hot, too cold, just right, a Goldilocks balancing act for all.

* * * *
The tug of the group mind is strong in all humankind.
To break away from the herd, to stand alone,
Is to live a life laced with insecurity.

* * * *
Mammon is an insatiable beast, unsatisfied even by gluttony.
Even the moderate path can leave the reins jerking for more.

* * * *
You are nature.
Behave your Self.

* * * *
When you can do anything you want,
But have run out of things you really want to do,
Contemplation, meditation, and suicide are the final antidotes.

* * * *
Every imaginable bread-and-circus interruption and diversion and agitation,
Has made its way into conscious design, and daily more, more, more.
What superficial, pathetic creatures human beings truly are.

* * * *
So much time already passed, so much history already written,
How much more can be left in this dream of human consciousness?

* * * *
Around and around the thought loop you go; again and again,
The same old thoughts sow and sow, go and go, flow and flow.

* * * *
All self-imagery is nothing more than attachment to a body
And the given cultural blend into which it is conditioned.
A fusion of nature-nurture, nothing more, nothing less.

* * * *
There is no arrival because there is no place to arrive.
There is only the beingness of ever-present awareness.

* * * *
How could anyone ever be as infatuated with you as you are yourself?
Even your mother was likely sick and tired of you times beyond counting.

* * * *
The hatred that gives so many lives meaning
Is but a finite mortal dream from beginning to end.
And what is hate but the fear, the dread, of all things different.

* * * *
How long will you recall things that do not matter?
How long will you cling to things that were never important?
How long will you abide the infliction of illusion upon your awareness?
This is your brief dream to live, or not live, as your courage to stand alone allows.

* * * *
Existence is ever a back-and-forth pendulum.
As irrational and vulnerable as you might feel today,
May well full swing to rational and invulnerable tomorrow.
And who knows who-what-where-when-why-how in any given next?

* * * *
When you were very young, there was not a care in the world.
But, now, now nothing but a litany of bothers strewn across it.

* * * *
At what point do you wake up and realize
You are very, very alone, in a very, very large field,
Surrounded by many, many, very, very large piles of bullshit.​

* * * *
Your universe is really nothing more than neurological sensations, electrical-chemical reactions,
And the many perceptions, the voluntary-involuntary responses and reactions,
Filtered by the attachment of consciousness to them.
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity.

* * * *
If those who advocate rationalism are earnestly rational, earnestly scientific, earnestly detached,
They will not approach any investigation with assumption or emotion or arrogance.
In other words, they will not be as irrational, as illogical, as passionate,
As those they so often astutely and smugly and vainly judge.
Otherwise, it is just the same old monkey mind
On yet another rose-colored day.

* * * *
Sometimes angel, sometimes demon, what matter either way, really.
Gods are but the contrivance of the dread of imagination,
And an insistent hope for what can never be.

* * * *
Gumption |ˈɡəmpSH(ə)n| noun … is defined as
Informal shrewd or spirited initiative and resourcefulness.
Grit |ɡrit| noun … is defined as courage and resolve; strength of character.
How will your life play out, what will you accomplish,
If you do not cultivate them?

* * * *
Why would your beingness be any more or less
Than any other beingness, supreme or otherwise?

* * * *
Let go the passion toward all your competitors, your adversaries, your antagonists,
Your opponents, your challengers, your rivals, your foes, your enemies.
They are but distractions that call you back into a cosmos
That otherwise only superficially beckons.

* * * *
You did whatever you did in this brief existence.
Own it, let go of it, find peace, foster contentment.

* * * *
You are the mystery, you are the enigma, you are the unknown,
And there is absolutely, unequivocally, nothing irrational about it.
Nor, for that matter, is there anything at all rational about it, either.

* * * *
Truth is not an idea; it is not tangible.
It is the intrinsic, indivisible, inviolable thread
Within the stillness of each and every timeless moment
Prior to any and every quantum dimension.
And those rare few who discern it
Live life eternal.

​* * * *​
The masses do not fathom their fleeting context in history.
Their prevailing disquiet is the existence they must daily endure.
And thus unfolding events careen misinterpreted to and fro about them.

* * * *
In the ultimate mind, the universal mind, the god mind,
The who, the what, the where, the when, the why, the how; are no longer relevant.
Awareness is all, all is awareness.

* * * *
Nirvana is just giving your mind
Over to the timeless mystery of awareness;
Dissolving back into the eternal now you ever truly are.

* * * *
All we think we know is but a grain of sand in an infinity of unknowable unknownness,
And in reality all our invention is nothing more than the happenstance
Of our own genetically habituated imagination.
It is all a mystery, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
Growing older is about different choices;
Many if not most of them not made by you.

* * * *
Many a label is designated to undermine the power of the thing itself.
It is the grappling of consciousness with its ever-kaleidoscoping,
Ever unyielding wheel of creation-preservation-destruction.

* * * *
Buddha has already played.
So have Jesus and Rumi and Nietzsche.
It is your turn now to whirl your way in dreamtime.
No need to follow or imitate anyone else.

* * * *
If you are practicing some sort of idolatry, then you, my friend,​ are stuck.
If you have a conclusion founded on some sort of mythology,
Some sort of fairy tale, some sort of fantasy, some sort of mind gorp,​
Then your doubt has stalled, and you are as stuck as imagination can enable.
The only question is whether you can rekindle the skepticism and carry on the quest.

​* * * *​
​Modern psychology considers so many behaviors to be disorders,
That it is a wonder anyone can get past the prescribed self-loathing,
And treat themselves with a reasonable dollop of care and respect.

* * * *
Your ancestors include monkeys and other jungle-born primates.
And before that, worms, and before that, yes, slimy goo.
And let us not forget that it all became possible
Because of the mystery of stardust.

* * * *
Eternal life, eternal awareness is ever-present, undying, unending, timeless process​.
The sage stares at a​ rock, and sees the rock anew each and every eternal moment.​

* * * *
A moment is only wasted
If you fail to give it full attention free of recollection.
History is written by the living dead.
Eternal life is now.

* * * *
So many things you will never know,
So many things known that you will inevitably forget,
The only thing to keep in focus: the awareness, the mystery you truly are.

* * * *
The persona is the harbor of attachment,
Ever-changing throughout the rumored existence,
All obliterated with the last wheezing breath,
Never more than imagination allows.

* * * *
You are playing the script of space-time's patterning,
But you are not the script, you are not the part,
You are not the body, you are not the mind.
It is all nothing more than a quantum dream.

* * * *
Of awareness it can be said: This is it, this is all there is.
Everything else is imagination born of sensory illusion.

* * * *
How could any man-made concoction
Ever have any ultimate, accurate, truthful answers to anything?
Only in the stillness of awareness is the one and only conclusion discerned, and it is serenity.
And it is the end to all uncertainty, to all speculation, all concern,
Over what is knowable, and what is not.

* * * *
Just because some scientist
Has not figured out a way to measure something
Does not mean it is not real.

* * * *
Science is a meticulous, disciplined means
To examine anything and everything very closely.
It is not a religion, it is not an authority, it is not absolute.

* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how would you be
If there were no other to tell you different?

* * * *
No doubt all the conclusions, all the judgments about me are true
In a sideways-topsy-turvy-inside-out-convoluted-mangled-sort-of way.

* * * *
Who is the who, who who’s?
What is the what, what what’s?
Where is the where, where where’s?
When is the when, when when’s?
Why is the why, why why’s?
How is the how, how how’s?

* * * *
The timeless awareness of eternity is unconcerned what you do with your dream of time.
Only human vanity – egocentric, ethnocentric, geocentric, solarcentric – believes otherwise.

* * * *
From the upwelling, round many bends,
The river of the human paradigm,
The stream of consciousness,
Is rushing back to the sea of oblivion.

* * * *
How immaculate the moment you are.
Only in imagination are you tainted.

* * * *
To be born into manifest existence
Is to live in the realm of agony and ecstasy,
From which the only exit is death.

* * * *
In every blink of any given eye,
One universe destroyed, a new one created.
How many blinks to create a god?

* * * *
Why should you, would you, ever blindly believe what you cannot discern for your Self?
Why accept another’s assertion if no convincing, tangible evidence is available?
You, scientist, have the right, the obligation, to explore any hypothesis,
Without unwarranted pressure from any individual or group.

* * * *
In conflict, there are no winners. only process,
In which the king of the hill is ever-changing.

* * * *
And why is all that knowledge, so much of it meaningless trivia, so important?
What makes it so much more valued than a mind that runs silent, runs deep?

* * * *
The exciting moment, the monotonous moment;
The pleasurable moment, the painful moment;
All witnessed by the same timeless awareness.

* * * *
The mind devours through the eyes, the ears, the tongue, the nose, the flesh.
What is it but imagination’s craving for a permanence it can never attain,
For it is but an intangible dream of the indivisible quantum hologram.

* * * *
What is the first thing the mind does many a morning
But run a check for yesterday’s chronic afflictions.

* * * *
You are that which is totality.
Why venerate any deities, any idols, any middlemen?
Why kowtow to your Self?

* * * *
Human beings across the world, across time, spend much of  their existence
Filling their conditioned minds with this and that, and that and this.
Ultimately, any story of awakening is about letting it all go.

* * * *
The awareness is without face, without body, without mind, without identity,
Without family, without tribe, without country, without world, without universe.
It is timelessly alone, sovereign and true, no allegiance known, all in one, one in all.

* * * *
No matter what happens,
The script goes on and on and on
In a seems-almost-like-forever kind of way.

* * * *
What you feed today will likely be back for more tomorrow.
What you feed today may well breed in one tomorrow or another.
The children of those you feed today may or may not expect the same.

* * * *
Nobody does anything well without practice,
And practice takes motivation and discipline, gumption and grit.
Without these qualities, nothing is accomplished.

* * * *
No, you are not going to change the ever-changing world,
This garden orb will spin on and on the same as it always has.
Your brief window of time will be just another vain, hollow flurry
In a seemingly endless emanation of vain, hollow flurries.
Our vain, hollow drama is not near as critical as we,
For whatever reason, always seem to believe.

* * * *
How challenging when you are young and vibrant,
To imagine the mortal frame someday old and feeble.

* * * *
It is only flesh and bones with a long tube running though it,
A tube that is slowly converting food and drink into shit and piss.
Essentially the same alimentary canal that runs through any worm,
Which is, by the way, is a distant cousin only a bit further back
Than the ape returning your stare at some nearby zoo.

​* * * *​
​There can only be one source,
It is a indelible mystery unto its Self,
And you are it, and it is you.

* * * *
Your personality, all you imagine yourself to be and not be, is born of desire and fear.
To be free, to abide vulnerably in awareness, you must still all thought,
And merge back into the timelessness of eternity.
To do so is to be born again into the indelible indivisibility,
Into the absoluteness, into the mystery that is prior to consciousness.

* * * *
Self imagery is nothing more than imagination’s rainbow,
A panorama of every conceivable color, or every shade of gray.
It is the awareness in which you are every moment truly born anew.

* * * *
No, there is nowhere else to be.
Here and now, in the eye of the beholder,
Is all there is, and there ain’t no more.

* * * *
The awareness, the stillness, the nothingness, the absoluteness,
The aloneness that you truly are, is as close to reality as you can get.
Residing in the timelessness of now, you are free of the senses,
Free of the swirling of mass, of vectors, of velocity,
Free of the light cavorting about darkness,
Free of the identity you are not,
That you have never been, will never be.

* * * *
The conditioning is strong.
There is no way you can be free of it
But through becoming very still, very present,
Free and clear of all imaginary traces.

* * * *
You play but a finite form in a finite field
You only get to see, to hear, to taste, to smell, to feel,
A smidgeon of a teensy-weensy scratch of the electromagnetic spectrum,
And that in its Self is nothing of the totality you truly are.

* * * *
What is this very human need to identity with this or that?
What a thing to imagine your make-believe persona real and true.

* * * *
The real youness is prior to consciousness,
Prior to all conditioning, prior to all imaginary perceptions.
To realize the unconditional requires an abeyance
Only full attention to now can give.

* * * *
You were born again many, many times
Before imagination did a gradual sunrise in your mind,
And the rest is a history only you can know.
And everyone else the same.

* * * *
It is through scrutiny, through inference,
Through deduction, through induction, through intuition,
That you can even begin to grasp the subtlety of  the mystery you most truly are.
And in all that you discern, there is nothing to which you can cling.
You are but one gaze of the awareness witnessing all:
Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.

* * * *
What is any personality, any character, any ego, but the response, the reply, the answer,
The retort, the rejoinder, the comeback, the reaction, the survival mechanism,
That the winds of time in mind shaped your imagination to play out;
To enjoy, to endure, the agonies and ecstasies of existence.

* * * *
The mundane, temporal world is chock-full of mundane, temporal trials.
Meet them directly – unswervingly, openly, exactly, immediately –
 And the sword of discernment will grow sharper and sharper.

* * * *
You are the timeless awareness.
Still the imaginary mind.
Be here, be now.

* * * *
Make-believe can never be real.
It is all make-believe.

* * * *
There is no saving anyone or anything in the this temporal quantum theater.
There is only awakening or not awakening to the mystery,
And living out whatever fate is in store.

* * * *
Happiness, serenity, delight, harmony, bliss, joy, ecstasy, call it what you will,
Require that you first and foremost rest easy in your own company.
That the awareness you truly are abides well in its aloneness.

* * * *
Take as little notice of what others think of you as possible,
For none of it truly matters in any ultimate way, whatsoever.

* * * *
Me, my Self, and I.
You, your Self, and you.
We are the very much the same.
There is no other.

* * * *
Truth beckons those who have eyes to see and ears to hear.
Let the true believer believe all the lies his blindness allows.

* * * *
Without the herd, without the other, you would not have the opportunity to stand quietly aloof;
To observe, to watch, to view, to scrutinize, to monitor, to study, to examine, to survey,
To witness a dream of consciousness, an imaginary theater, as only you can.

* * * *
What is popular may not be correct.
What is correct may not be popular.

* * * *
There is no yoke to truth.
It is the conditioning of consciousness, of imagination,
That fabricates all encumbrance.

* * * *
What is the relationship between the awareness and the quantum indivisibility?
Are they one in the same, or is awareness prior to all creation, all preservation, all destruction?
What relationship can there possibly be between the nothing and the everything?
Between the awareness observing and the energy field manifesting?
Once you discern you are not the manifestation,
What is there left to be, to do,
But whatever needs being, needs doing.

* * * *
It does not matter what you say or do,
Believe or do not believe, know or do not know,
The timeless awareness ever emanates exactly the same.

* * * *
The other cannot bring you happiness.
The other cannot bring you contentment.
You must discern them in the stillness within.

* * * *
Creation, Intelligent Design, Turtles All the Way Down, Big Bang,
Or whatever, whatever, whatever, et cetera, et cetera …
Here you are, faking whatever the best you can.

* * * *
On to the next moment: On Rudolf, on Dasher, on Dancer,
On Prancer, on Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donner, on Blitzen,
Charge on and on and on, always on into the blizzard of history’s unfolding.

* * * *
In creation, be first your own audience.
If others appreciate it, applaud it, great; if not, why care?
Draw what you want to see, play what you want to hear. write what you want to read.
Bring into manifest reality whatever it is you feel called to experience,
Whatever summons the light of your attention.
Create for your Self.

* * * *
In every mind across the manifest board,
The ethereal winds of imagination huff and puff helter-skelter
In their own little singular double-double-toil-and-trouble bubbles of space and time.
The world, the cosmos, the unicity, is ever eternally unmoved, indifferent,
To all the self-absorbed dramas of the human paradigm.

* * * *
Slime and worms and monkeys, to which we are likely cousins in one form or another.
Slimes and worms and monkeys, through which quantum stardust
Ever so inexorably evolved into you.

* * * *
What will be said and done after your departure from the theater is not for you to know,
And what is knowing, anyway, but vague perception given credence one way or another.

* * * *
It is impossible to go back into Plato's Cave and see it the same.
Downsize as you might, there is always a larger cosmos in mind.

* * * *
Your body?
Your body!?
Your body!!?
Your body!!!?
Your body!!!!?
Your body!!!!!?

* * * *
The moment is ever-fresh, ever-anew,
But are you clear enough, attentive enough,
To imbibe fully the eternal upwelling?

* * * *​
How shallow and meaningless it is to crave the attention of others.
What is the point of fame, of notoriety, if you do not know your Self?

* * * *
The mortal persona that you imagine you are
Is in the all-seeing awareness of totality gazing out
Through the quantum senses into a quantum hologram.

* * * *
​Rationality decries and derides irrationality,
But what of the unknown prior to consciousness,
Where all rhetoric becomes absolutely meaningless.

* * * *
To die to the world, to die to the garden of temptation,
Is the most arduous challenge you can ever un-imagine.

* * * *
What would this garden world become if humankind could just throw out all the memes:
Political, economic, religious, philosophical, cultural, and start all over again.
Can anyone even begin to envision what that mindset would be?
Would we, could we, truly create anything different?
Is it not obvious the monkey mind
Is too entrenched in all its emotional passions,
All it imaginary impulses, to ever evolve from its jungle of origin.
The fate of our kind, of the world, of the universe, is etched in the sands of quantum.

* * * *
How meaningless all speculation.
“Tis but chatter of a busy mind.

* * * *
Food, alcohol, drugs, and other substances,
Are the oft times wayward partners to alternative states of mind.
Sometimes happier, sometimes sadder, sometimes just distracted for a few gobbets of time.

* * * *​
There is only one source, one creation, one soul, one quantum.
Only consciousness imagines its countless splinterings real.

* * * *
No matter how aware any you in any human form might be,
We are all caught up in every variety of habituated thought and action.
When dealing with minds going round and round in dysfunctional circular loops,
Well-intentioned advise and support are generally futile and exhausting.
How many times any well-meaning Samaritan gives it a go,
Is always dependent on the level of sainthood
To which s/he feels committed.

* * * *
Even the most enlightened, the most liberated, the most blissfully nirvanic,
Must endure the capacities and limitations of the given genome,
And the time and circumstance into which it is cast.

* * * *
Humankind has always been about making into its own image, into its own imagination,
That which has no image, that which is eternally faceless, that which is eternally nameless.

* * * *
Pretend each and every moment is your last.
In a very subtle way, it most definitely is.

* * * *
Very challenging to participate in the world, and not get drawn in believing it all real.
The conditioning, the habituation, is strong, and the mind weak and easily distracted.

* * * *
Cause and effect, effect and cause,
What difference, really,
When each is every moment becoming the other.

* * * *
Are you required to contemplate the world, to reflect upon the human paradigm?
Or is it merely the repetitive groove, the arduous furrow, of an educated, cultivated,
Indoctrinated, habituated, programmed, conditioned, brainwashed frame of reference?

* * * *
When as a child someone asked you
What you wanted to do when you grew older,
Did they by any chance ask what you did not want to do?

* * * *
You have never seen your own eye, nor any body part out of its view.
You are the mystery peering out from the unknowable unknown.

* * * *
Everything has its little slice of now,
Which it must enjoy or endure,
Or perish in the attempt.

* * * *
All creatures from great to small have the same awareness as you.
It is only consciousness that endlessly fabricates the notion of duality.
It is only consciousness that continually divides youness into me and them.
It is only consciousness that deludes itself separate from the indivisible.

* * * *
Without all those memories, without all that knowledge,
Without the collusion of all the myriad others around you,
Who-what-where-when-why-how would you have ever been?
The quantum feast is an indivisible creation of intelligent design.

* * * *
The newborn knows nothing of space and time, knows nothing of any other,
And it is the longing to rediscover the timeless birthright, the no-mind of awareness,
That calls cosmic seekers few and far between to quest without and within,
Until they are reborn into the stillness of eternity’s quantum womb.

* * * *
Why be a true believer in anything or anyone?
Why allow the slaves of ignorance access to your mind or body?
Why trust any mass movement to take you anywhere you cannot get on your own?
Let the one-percenters and their minions wage their own wars.
Let the corporate empires fall on their own swords.
Let the creeds play out their dogmas.

* * * *
Everything you think you are, everything you believe the cosmos to be,
Is nothing more than a subjective, haphazard collection of vague perceptions
Imprinted throughout the brain: a neural transmitter of evolutionary confabulation;
Organic fiber bundles firing this way and that; a lightning storm blazing away inside a skull.
You are nothing more than a figment of imagination perpetuating a delusion.

* * * *
Yes, there is a god, and, no, there is not a god,
And it is, and is not, what you or anyone else thinks.

* * * *
Is it any wonder so many across the board of human existence
Mitigate their mundane existence utilizing whatever escape is available?
Whether it be religion or sports or politics or drugs or soap operas or any whatever,
The suffering of consciousness, of sickness and injury and aging and dying,
Is a burden all humans equally shares, no matter the given lot.

* * * *
It is the awareness of the light within that shines out upon the world, upon the universe,
But it is consciousness that invents your version, your account, your interpretation,
Your translation, your rendition, your exploration, your understanding, your conclusion,
Of all the myriad experiences that come and go within the sensory perception of the given vessel.

* * * *
Wealth is a state of mind: What is too much? What is too little?
You never know, you might well be the richest soul in all creation.

* * * *
When the Humpty-Dumpty of humankind falls,
What will be born of whatever pieces remain?

* * * *
Population contraception, either female or male versions, will never happen on a large scale,
Because the one-percenters and their minions always require new slaves to work the mines.

* * * *
Digital warriors fight glorious crusades in the wee dark hours,
But only rarely know one end of the hammer from the other
During the bright of day to which they only midday wake.

* * * *
Eternal awareness is the state
Of those who have shed name and identity,
Of the rare few who bear no memory of that needing none.

* * * *
Many if not most likely estimate themselves brighter-greater-higher than they truly are
In the many caste systems in which all play out their brief flames of mind,
And it is only the insight of wisdom that tempers the vanity.

* * * *
Many others might say and do many things regarding the awakening within,
But there is no authority; it is you who must alone discern the authorship.

* * * *
That’s done, that’s done, and that’s done, too.
When nothing is done, ​nothing is ever left undone.
In the watermelon sugar of time’s imaginary notions.

* * * *
Delve into the aloneness you truly are,
Have always been, will ever be,
In the prior to time.

* * * *
All the faces, all the bodies,
All the shapes and sizes and seasons,
All the myriad difference of every genetic roll,
All the same essence, all the same origin.

* * * *
Fresh from the given womb, a filament of consciousness is cast into a windy dream of time,
Where sickness and injury and aging and demise are but a relatively few breaths down the road.
What is there to do but to live it out, to enjoy, to endure, as best as the kaleidoscoping moment allows.

* * * *
The sons and daughters of man and woman,
Are but the progeny of slimy microbes and scampering critters
In the oceans and geographies of long, long ago.

* * * *
Victory and defeat, success and failure,
Right and wrong, good and bad,
Same thing, different daze.

* * * *
What will come of minds raised by software born of mind?
What will come of minds immersed in digital algorithms,
In which nature is little more than a few lines of code?

* * * *
The entire human paradigm
Is but a bare scratch of earth’s history,
And far, far less in the cosmic genesis before that,
And who can ever know how many more creations before that.
Turtles all the way down does not even remotely grasp
The depthless depths of this boggling mystery.

* * * *
Paying close attention to the cosmos without
Leads to an equally sharper vision
Of the awareness within.

* * * *
What is yours, what is not yours?
Is it your light that shines upon the world, or is it one light discerning all.
And where does the light go when the curtain of darkness falls?

* * * *
The quest for truth, the quest for eternal nature,
May be less about discovering something else,
May be less about experiencing some higher state,
Than it is simply unchaining from everything imaginable.

* * * *
You need not believe in anything, you need not believe in anyone.
The human drama is bursting with a ceaseless array of empty assumptions,
Steeped in endless cravings for, and endless fears of, all things known and unknowable.
There is no respite, there is no serenity, for the willy-nilly, unbridled mind.

* * * *
While some prance about one great stage or another,
The fate of most seers is to reign alone, quietly unknown.

* * * *
The quest for the eternal journeys a long and winding Yellow Brick Road,
In which there nothing is to be had, in which there is nothing is to be un-had.

* * * *
Detachment does not require effort.
It is simply letting go of what no longer matters.
Of merging back into the timeless now.

* * * *
You are the absolute nothingness of totality playing out an imaginary fabrication,
A random, subjective, arbitrary, dreamy, touchy-feely, three-dimensional, dreamtime reality.
Boggling beyond all horizons, all conceivable pales, yes, but that is just the way it is.

* * * *
Truth is not exclusive to the human paradigm,
But being human offers an opportunity to perceive it
In a way no other creature, to the best of our knowledge, can.
But it is a mighty humungous cosmos, so the jury will be out for awhile.

* * * *
Trust your Self, trust your intelligence, trust your intuition, trust your story.
Project confidence into whatever you say, into whatever you do,
Even if you do not know what the hell you are saying,
Or what the god-damned hell you are doing.
Fake it all the very best you can.
Everyone else is, too.

​* * * *​
​It is a world of causes, it is a world of effects,
​It is a ​world of ever-streaming ​consequences,
And free will definitely a debatable assumption.

​* * * *
The mind seeks solutions, clarifications, explanations, remedies, resolutions, results, antidotes, cures;
And many if not most minds will create one answer or another if one is not easily available.
Hence the proclivity toward assumption, superstition, prejudice, stereotyping,
And all the other numerous varieties of delusional cogitation.
To be rational is to stand alone, aloof from the resolute cloud of ignorance.

* * * *
You have got down all the right-sounding wordplay,
But is it just a good memory, or have you really got it?

* * * *
Thought is but the puff of quantum,
Which the awareness you are need not give weight
If you cultivate the wit to pay attention.

* * * *
Beg forgiveness to who?
And for what?  And why?
For being born?  For enduring?
For playing out the given moment as best you could?
Why crucify yourself for something you did not ask for in the first place?

* * * *
What is aging but a list of possibilities growing daily longer,
And the bag of capacities, the bag of tricks, daily shorter.

* * * *
A mind slathered in superstition is a mind born of groundless, irrational, illogical dread.
The scientific mind is a courageous mind bent on rational investigation
As far as the theater of quantum mind and body allow.

* * * *
History tends to forget all but the most key players,
But in every story ever written, in every story never written,
However grand a part, however trifling a part, each and every one
Has been center stage in their own version of the play.

​* * * *
If you were completely on your own,
Would it have ever occurred to you to imagine some deity?
If you had no other mythological influence, no other source other than your own eye,
Would it have occurred to you that you were in any way separate
From the here now​ playing out all about you?

* * * *
No one sees the world, the universe, the same,
For there are as many worlds, there are as many universes,
As there are senses to glean, and minds to discern.

* * * *
What does the human paradigm demonstrate again and again,
But that nothing is as truly important as imagination ever seeks to deem it.
Even the so-called spiritual quest is ultimately an à la mode absurdity.

* * * *
Truth is not an emotional heart state, nor is it a intellectual mind state.
The indivisible is indivisible, and the human paradigm
Is not its rhyme and reason.

* * * *
Every hero endures a sunset.
And who a hero?
And who is not a hero?
Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?

* * * *
As enlightened, as liberated, as nirvanic, as you may or may not be,
Tomorrow you will wake up from sleep's oblivion,
And begin anew all over again.

* * * *
There are advocates and skeptics and fence-straddlers in every choice.
What proposition could ever even begin to remotely please every mind?

* * * *
The dreamscape of the dreamtime is constantly changing.
What cannot adapt, what cannot abide, diminishes or perishes.

* * * *
The human species is but one of an inestimable array of life forms,
Neither greater or lesser but in its own vain confabulations.
Might may make right, but it does not refute equal.

* * * *
Are you streaming through a dream?
Or is a dream streaming through you?
Or is it neither-nor-both-one-in-the-same?

* * * *
What need to justify, to defend, your existence when you had no choice, no say, in the matter?
Why should you ever have to bother having to rationalize the inexplicableness you ever are?

* * * *
All the views involving mind and heart are the tripe of busy minds.
Only in awareness will the observer discern the truth of all things.

* * * *
Hoping makes nothing so.
One must get down and dirty in the muck of time
For the H-word to glean any reality.

* * * *
Does anything created of the human mind
Matter anywhere near as much as so many vainly believe?
How can truth be attached to anything confabulated
By the imaginary notions of consciousness?

* * * *
The splintery fence between awareness and consciousness is not easily straddled.
Sometimes you are awake, sometimes you are asleep, sometimes you are just a tad drowsy.
So in the end of all beginnings, it all boils down to: Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
These many thoughts mean to me whatever they mean to you.
All translation is filtered through the conditioning of the beholder.

* * * *
Who is there to become?
What is there to realize?
Where is there to arrive?
When is it going to happen?
Why is there no end to questions?
How will you ever be free?

* * * *
Hate is a mind-consuming, mind absorbing, mind​-numbing, time-embracing distraction.
But, then again, isn’t everything?

* * * *
Notions, notions, notions, so many notions.
Questions, questions, questions, so many questions.
The pitter-patter-chitter-chatter of the busy mind is unending.

* * * *
Bright or dim, every living creature is center stage
To a very different, very unique universe born of its genetic coding,
Through which the same omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent awareness in all peers out.

* * * *
How will  you ever be free if you cannot still your mind?
How will you ever be free if you cannot attend the moment fully?

* * * *
You can take the monkey out of the jungle
But you can't take the jungle out of the monkey.

* * * *
There is only the ever-present moment,
There is only the timeless awareness prior to consciousness,
And there is no need to habitually encumber it with every variety of imaginary notion
Of what was, what is, and what might or might not be.

* * * *
Tattoos:
Making beauty ugly, and ugly uglier,
One stroke of herd at a time
On the fleshy canvas.

* * * *
What is history but a collection of ambiguous perceptions,
Superimposed as reality, oftentimes for ulterior purpose.

* * * *
There are plenty of thinkers of every sort across the world, across time,
But no matter how much they rationalize and moralize, how much they whine and moan,
The one-percenters and their minions have always held the reins.
Might makes right; always has, always will.

* * * *
Consciousness is the game awareness is forced to play
In order to survive and endure in this manifest dreamtime.
It serves no other rhyme or reason in the ultimate sense.

* * * *
What is time but vague perceptions of memory cells
Projected day-in-day-out into every conceivable imaginary whatever.
That, coupled with vocal chords, opposable thumbs, two legs, and a flair for tool-making,
And, voila, a never-ending, dreamtime collusion of human scale.

* * * *
The world is chock-full of cruelty and greed.
Perhaps you will find it in your Self
To be kind and generous.

* * * *
There will never be political, economic, or social resolution to the human condition.
Consciousness itself would need to evolve into making the paradigm shift,
And that is about as likely as flying pigs or raining cats and dogs.

* * * *
Life is much easier to abide
If you adapt to the given circumstances,
Rather than always expecting them to adjust to you.

* * * *
You have seen and done and thought many things; you have worn many hats.
And none of it would have happened without the corporeal mind-body.
None of it would have happened without the vehicle of creation,
But you are not the vehicle; you are not the medium.
You are the awareness; you are the witness.
You are the source of all creation
In your temporal speck of a universe.

* * * *
The world is whatever you think it is.
The world is not whatever you think it is.

* * * *
Most human beings are mindlessly happy, mindlessly content,
With the given conditioning, the given frame of reference, the given idolatry.
To be a seer, doubt is required, and disbelief, skepticism, cynicism, are scarce commodities.
No point in trying to debate, to persuade, to convert any true believer.
All must ultimately discern truth alone in their own way.
In other words, mind your own awareness.

* * * *
Abandon all regrets, all sorrows, all doubts, all frustrations,
All qualms, all misgivings, all hesitation, all shame,
All guilt, all grief, all distress, all burdens,
They are but imagination’s torment.

* * * *
The seer’s life is straddling the blade of mind or no-mind,
Whichever happens to be casting the most binding spell.

* * * *
Wisdom is the distillation of experience,
And critical thinking, doubt, skepticism, cynicism, are the ingredients
That unveil and unbridle the discerning brew.

* * * *
Every life form has a story: some long, some short; some interesting, some mundane.
But all happening in the same timeless awareness in which all narratives are written.

* * * *
It is the same babble all across the world.
The same desires, the same fears, the same passions,
The same relationships between people and activities and things:
Male and female, families, lovers, friends, acquaintances, strangers, enemies,
Home, food, work, politics, education, theater, art, sports, hobbies, et cetera ad infinitum.
There is only one monkey in the world; one monkey, with many faces.

* * * *
Holding together your universe
Really takes no effort, whatsoever.
Whether you give it attention or not,
Whether you participate or not,
The sensory play happens.
Why so serious?

* * * *
Look left, look right, look up, look down, look all around.
Everything perceived is mind-eye’s projection: arbitrary, capricious, whimsical,
Random, chance, unpredictable; casual, wanton, unmotivated, motiveless, unreasoned, unsupported, Irrational, illogical, groundless, unjustified, personal, discretionary, subjective.
The you that you in so many indivisible moments believe you are,
Is nothing more than an imaginary creation.

* * * *
In every mind,
A different world,
A different universe.

* * * *
You may well be the richest soul in all creation
If you have the state of mind real wealth implies.

* * * *
In every mind,
A different world,
A different universe,
All very much the same.

* * * *
It is challenging enough waylaying your own arbitrary dogma,
Without being trodden upon daily by some groupthink version.

* * * *
What is the truth but the ever-present, ethereal, timeless moment,
To which memory is but a figment of imagination
Carrying on as if it were real.

* * * *
What is existence but an ever-kaleidoscoping array of colors, sounds, smells, tastes, and sensations.
A touchy-feely, three-dimensional streaming of physical and mental gymnastics
In a corporeal collection of bones, flesh, and slime,
To which the given mind
Become attached in every way imaginable.

* * * *
Speaking the truth is generally much easier to remember
Than the slew of confabulation brewed with any deception.

* * * *
In every mind, a different world, a different universe.
Every one created of the same timeless essence.
Every one the same undying indivisibility.
All alone, together, there is no other.

* * * *
In every mind,
A different world,
A different universe.
Every one self-evident.
Every one imagined.
All alone, together.

* * * *
The tourist tours through airports, hotels, restaurants, theaters, and other idle cosmopolitan fare, Shopping, shopping, shopping, searching for pleasure, for distraction, for completion,
Where there is naught but the hollowness of never-ending consumption.
The solitary traveler wanders with much less intention, much less hullabaloo.

* * * *
The more you want, the less you have.
The less you want, the more you have.
A simple existence is the higher road.

* * * *
Ultimately, everything is simultaneously happening at the indivisible quantum level.
Chemistry and biology are but the means by which the manifest illusion
Plays out every possible illusion, every possible delusion.

* * * *
​ You may well be able to do just about anything with that finite cadaver,
But you cannot do anything to any great degree all the time,
Without the bite of some inevitable consequence,
And more than likely quite a few.
What fate, what destiny, are you crafting?

* * * *
The quantum mystery creates you, and you in return perceive it,
In whatever way the conditioning of your consciousness ordains.

* * * *
In every mind, a different reality,
A different world, a different universe.
Every one imagined real and true.
All indivisibly alone, together.

* * * *
Humankind has been playing out its pattern of dualistic self-absorption for thousands of years.
And through most, it was possible, with relatively little consequence, to pillage the world in every way.
But those daze are long over; consequences are daily becoming more apparent, more amplified.
Clean air, clean water, clean ground, seemingly limitless resources, are all plumbed out.
There is a looming wall fast-approaching: tick, tick, tick, time is running out.

* * * *
In every mind, a different reality,
A different world, a different universe.
Every one completely real, completely true.
Every one a fabrication of imagination.
Every one entirely alone, together.

* * * *
A different world,
A different universe,
A different everything,
All stitched of imagination.
All alone, together.

* * * *
You can teach regurgitation,
But you cannot convey critical thinking.
You can teach knowledge, but you cannot transmit wisdom.​
Skepticism is the rarest of commodities; it cannot be acquired by pick or shovel.
Far more precious than oil or gold or diamonds,
Its worth is priceless.

​* * * *​​
What does a rock perceive, what does it do,
And how in quantum is it different from you?

* * * *
The indivisible matrix will not even chirp a warble
When the last hominoid one day dissolves
Back into the quantum mist.

* * * *
Has any beast ever been near as wearing as our own kind?
Has any beast ever been near as repulsive as our own kind?
Has any beast ever been near as frightening as our own kind?
Has any beast ever been near as wretched as our own kind?

* * * *
The god mind is the empty mind, the no-mind of awareness.
As simple as it gets, the finale of all quixotic misadventure.

* * * *
How can you perceive Self
When there is no Self to apprehend?
The only evidence you have that you even exist
Is provided by the same imagination collecting the data.
Awareness is all there is, and even it is more than a little equivocal.

* * * *
Eating out of boredom is rarely a good idea.
Far better to take a walk, or better yet, a nap.
Perhaps you will awaken a tad more galvanized.
And if not, still no excuse to plunder the fridge.

* * * *
Fractured by imaginary notions of every possible hue.
Heal thy Self if you've will and wit enough
To see it through and through.

* * * *
Dying to time, dying to memory, dying to identity, as simple as it is,
Is not an easy thing for the ever-moving, ever consuming mind to do.

* * * *
What is complete and utter detachment
But a mind given over entirely to its natural state,
Given over to the awareness, the stillness prior to consciousness.

* * * *
Those frequently asked questions:
What is the meaning of life?
What hours are you open?
Et cetera, et alii, ad infinitum.
Dialing zero will get you nowhere.
Please excuse me while I put you on hold.

* * * *
Those who fathom eternal life abide artlessly in the ever-present moment.
To embrace the duality of space-time and all the assumptions of identification,
Is but the living death fashioned by the usurpation of awareness by consciousness.

* * * *
If you were a train engine running down the timeless track,
How many cars worth of memories would you be pulling?

* * * *
What is the best word to describe the passing of time?
Moving? Fleeting? Marching? Happening? Unfolding? Streaming?
Emanating? Projecting? Reflecting? Kaleidoscoping? Matrixing? Holographing?
The mystery that defies any and all description would likely guffaw long and hard, had it a voice.
The indivisible, ephemeral now is all there is; time is but the creation of imagination.

* * * *
The limited mind, the parochial mind, the generic mind,
Is oblivious to the truth-and-nothing-but-the-truth,
Indelibly obvious to the transcendent mind.

* * * *
The awareness you – and all that is dualistically perceived as otherness – timelessly are,
That which is prior to consciousness, that which is prior to the indivisibility,
Is without attributes, without blemish, and permeates all as one.

* * * *
What an ephemeral thing this me, this my Self, this I,
This awareness that has no bounds, no limits,
But those concocted by imagination.

* * * *
It consciousness that imagines all divisions, all boundaries, all classes, all conflict.
The singularity, the awareness, from which all things emerge, is without attributes.

* * * *
Behind every set of eyes, an unfathomable emptiness.
Peer out from that emptiness, the emptiness you truly are.

* * * *
What you truly ever are, and are not, is prior to all assumptions,
Prior to all assertions "I am this" or "I am that,"
Prior even to the most austere conscious declaration: "I Am."
The prior that is the immaculate, indivisible awareness permeating all creation.

* * * *
What if this incredible mystery, what if all of creation,
Was for nothing more than to have a variety of others to talk to
And see, hear, taste, smell, and feel a few interesting things along the way.
After all, the oblivion of nothingness is a tad monotonous.

* * * *
Every mind born anew
To wander the yellow brick road
Offered by the sensory quantum holograph
Timelessly emanating from the mystery of imagination.

* * * *
The human mind evolved to survive the savagery and hardship of its jungle origin.
To solve problems, to design tools, to fashion weapons, to politic with others in its domain.
And when it does not have families to raise, widgets to fabricate, fields to harvest, or battles to win.
There can be a tendency by drama-queen sorts to summon insoluble difficulties out of thin air.
Ergo, an overpopulated world overrun by monkey-consciousness in near-constant flux,
Much of it, inordinately, indisputably, undeniably, beyond-the-pale pointless.

* * * *
Discern it in the flurry of the world,
Discern it in the solitude of a hermitage,
Which is the greater challenge?
Does it matter, really?

* * * *
The awareness you are observes the body breathing in, breathing out.
The awareness you are observes the mind thinking this, thinking that.
The awareness you are, call it what you will: observer, watcher, witness;
Always ever-present, always motionless, always changeless, always ageless.
An eternal mystery traveling dreams of time in mortal patterns of every hue.

* * * *
We must surely be of the same source,
Else the duality, the plurality, the intangibility,
Would schism as beyond all reckoning
As it is before all reckoning.

* * * *
Quantum is the building block, the source code,
And awareness, through consciousness, the designer,
Gradually awakening through eons of creative evolution
To the insoluble mystery of its inexplicable source.

* * * *
Eternal life is awareness of the awareness.
Enlightenment is awakening to the awareness.
Liberation is wandering the awareness.
Nirvana is being the awareness.

* * * *
For every up there is a down; for every down, an up.
The passionate mind is a many-faced, intemperate beast,
In comparison which, the weather can seem somewhat tame.

* * * *
What is the body-mind but a tool evolved to survive, to endure.
Happiness is an occasional abundance of pain-relieving endorphins,
Between the pitiless waves of pain and suffering on the road to extinction.

* * * *
Always best to look any gift horse in the mouth.
You never know what bother might be lying in wait.

* * * *
How can there be karma if you are nothing more than the eternal moment?
Karma is nothing more than yet another imaginary notion
Playing in the smoke of the given mind.​

​* * * ​*
What is the soul?  What is not the soul?  Is there a soul?
And, if there is, is it anything that can ever be grasped?

* * * *
That which is real, that which is true, at first calls in many ways from without,
But for those singular few who have eyes to see and ears to hear,
Eventually makes Self timelessly apparent within.

* * * *
Like water that follows the call of gravity,
Supply will always seek a way to meet demand.

* * * *
You are the same timeless mystery that was before creation
As you will be after it timelessly dissolves back into
What you have and have not ever been.

* * * *
Here you are right now.
This is where you breathe in and breathe out.
This is where you sit, walk, run, eat, piss, shit, sleep; observing all the while.
Why are you thinking about yesterday, about tomorrow?
They are not here now; they do not exist.

* * * *
Divining the divine, discerning the mystery of all mysteries,
Can be a long and winding journey, replete with every agony, every ecstasy,
In which those few who earnestly quest it eventually become it.
Some call it god by many names; mine is quantum.
That which has no name, endures all.

* * * *
Creation is the awareness, through quantum stardust, evolving from atoms into molecules,
Mutating into genes, into cells, into life forms, playing out consciousness
In whatever way the patterning of the mystery allows.
And the one and only you, the real you, always the witness.

* * * *
Soul |sōl| noun … is defined as the spiritual or immaterial part
Of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.
Part? What part? How can it be a part?
Let us not confuse that which is indivisibly, immortally eternal
With the imaginary personality, the trite character born of time-bound consciousness.
Let us not fall into the egocentric trap that its ephemeral nature
Is anything that is in any way exclusionary.

* * * *
To be that which is prior to consciousness,
To be that which is but unending awareness,
To be that which is nada-nil-zilch nothingness,
To be that is to be the eternal unicity in all:
Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.

* * * *
Conscience, scruples, principles, standards, values,
Ethics, ideals, virtues, integrity, morality, right and wrong;
Pillars of civilization for those who have a full belly and a safe harbor.

* * * *
What if you knew today is your last,
But have no idea where or when or why or how it will happen.
How will you live it? Where will you go? What will you do? Who will you see? What will you say?

* * * *
Never an easy task to re-condition, re-habituate, re-acclimate, re-orient,
Re-train an old dog, whether of the four-legged variety, or a mere two.

* * * *
Humankind is the alien species on this spinning world,
Acting out as terrifying a Twilight Zone screenplay
As any science fiction writer could ever conceive.
Pity all the beasts who have suffered our rise.

* * * *
When you were young, time did not exist because there was no history
Against which to ruminate, to evaluate, to estimate, to duplicate, to reflect,
You were free of the weight of mind, of ego, and all the bother of self-imagery.
To discern that state of rejuvenation, to throw off the yoke of time, is the challenge.

* * * *
The unbearable lightness of being is, well, unbearable, in a topsy-turvy-
Inside-out-backwards-upside-down-right-side-up-convoluted sort of way.

* * * *
What to do when you quickly or slowly realize that none of it really matters.
Albert Camus stated: There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.
Jiddu Krishnamurti’s answer was a little less ominous: Do whatever amuses you.

* * * *
Meld, mix, merge, blend, fuse, combine, amalgamate,
Melt, mingle, disappear, dissolve, fade, vanish, evaporate, disappear, dissipate,
Mend, set, bond, join, restore, integrate, unite, heal,
Into the oneness you truly are.

* * * *
Be grateful to all the one-percenters and their minions for working so hard,
Building their castles, climbing their mountains, fighting their wars, counting their gold,
So that you can wander about their busy-busy world in a state of mind as infinite as awareness allows,
Far more often than they in all their mansions and jets and yachts and limousines.

* * * *
The tipping point of the human epoch is long past,
And all born here on must endure the ride ahead
In whatever way the wagging winds of time blow.

* * * *
… awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness …
… awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness …
… awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness …
… awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness …
… awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness …
… awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness …
… awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness … awareness …

… Ad infinitum …

* * * *
In the tale “The Emperor's New Clothes,” a tale of a vain king swept up by a deceitful notion,
The young child, too young to understand the desirability of keeping up the pretense,
Cries out the truth no one else dared: "But he isn't wearing anything at all!"
And if you step back a bit, you will clearly see the human paradigm
Is based entirely on the vanity-vanity-all-is-vanity trickery of consciousness,
An imaginary dreamtime reality to which eternal truth has no allegiance, whatsoever.

* * * *
Born of an intangible, indelible, ineffable, indivisible mystery,
Over which we have little or no say, little or no control, little or no anything.
We are all alone, together, playing out our whimsical little fates
Which ultimately have no meaning, whatsoever.

* * * *
Most prefer one lie or another,
So the question for anyone who would lead
Is whether to feed them falsehoods they willingly follow,
Or the truths they will without hesitation ignore.

* * * *
Why identify with anything or anyone?  Why belong to any group?
Wander empty, wander anonymous, wander absolute, wander free.

* * * *
What makes anyone follow?  What make anyone lead?
Is anyone really worth following?  Is anyone really worth leading?
Where is there to follow?  Where is there to lead?

* * * *
Whether it is a rock, a statue, a painting, a concept, or flesh and blood;
Whether it is Persian, Greek, Roman, Taoist, Hindu, Buddhist, Celtic, Aztec, or any other;
Idolatry is idolatry is idolatry.
Just because it is your cultural construct,
Does not make it any less narrow or false or absurd.

* * * *
idolatry |īˈdälətrē|
noun

worship of idols.
• extreme admiration, love, or reverence for something or someone:
we must not allow our idolatry of art to obscure issues of political significance.

synonyms: idolization, fetishization, fetishism, idol worship, adulation, adoration,
reverence, veneration, glorification, lionization, hero-worshiping
"the prophets railed against idolatry"

* * * *
How can anyone look out at this overdone once-upon-a-garden world,
And think it progressing simply because there are daily more human beings,
Daily more buildings and roads and technologies and unending clutter?

* * * *
Is there really a universe, a cosmos jam-packed with galaxies?
Or simply an indivisible matrix, an awareness,
Timelessly dreaming a universe?

* * * *
Every Rome will fall one day or another; lucky if it’s not on you.
And if it does, oh-well-so-it-goes-deal-with-it-get-over-it-move-on.

* * * *
If you can imagine anything, without having to act everything out,
You will have an interesting, stimulating, easy-going existence,
With far fewer consequences to play out in the long run.

* * * *
The stream of consciousness is everything
From shallow and wide to deep and narrow,
From slow and tranquil to swift and untamable,
And meanders every variety of course across all time.

* * * *
To give your self completely over to the awareness,
Is to be free of conditioning, witness to the dream.

* * * *
What is the point? What is not the point? And why does there even need to be a point?
But for the obsessively driven genetic predisposition of the human mind,
There would never have even been the meaningless conception,
That in all of creation there was such a vain beast.

* * * *
We are all the same inexplicable, indivisible, immortal quantum essence.
It is consciousness that conceives every imaginable difference.
There is, has never been, will never be, any other.

* * * *
So many regrets, so many things you would do differently, or likely not at all.
Would that there were more of a rewind button than mere imagination.
But, then again, what regrets would there be but for imagination?

* * * *
Is the time born of consciousness
Anything more than the creation of desire and fear,
Indelibly imprinted in the genetic code?

* * * *
Melding with truth cannot be forced.
Effortlessness is the way to the way.

* * * *
You are awareness: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Everything else is but the endless confabulation of imagination.

* * * *
In the wrestling match between nature and human consciousness,
It is not all that arduous to predict which will inevitably triumph.
Malthus was only off by a relatively few cycles of the given star.

* * * *
What a beast, deoxyribonucleic acid, in its mindless quest for immortality,
That it would relentlessly persist in propagating consciousness
Into so many hazardous, torturous circumstances:
Ailments, illnesses, infections, viruses, syndromes, diseases,
Maladies, disorders, accidents, disasters, misfortunes, catastrophes,
Mishaps, malaise, mayhem, turmoil, havoc, bedlam, anarchy, pandemonium,
Calamites, conflicts, and every other sort of indescribably painful whatever ad infinitum.

* * * *
And the moral of the story of the human epoch,
And its imaginary stream of consciousness
Through all its myriad mortal filters,
Is?

* * * *
The predator’s fang and claw, the prey’s swiftness,
And the untamed, brutish, Darwinian wild between.

* * * *
You might become excruciatingly aware of your conditioning,
Your indoctrination, your habituation, your domestication,
Your brainwashing, your programming, your encoding,
But whether or not you can fundamentally change it,
Is an experiment you must investigate very much alone.

* * * *
You think there is point to all this absurdity?
Well, no, there is not, there never was, there never will be.
It is simply an emanating, kaleidoscoping, hologram of pointlessness,
Seemingly destined to play out until there is absolutely nothing left to play out.

* * * *
If not today, maybe tomorrow.
If not tomorrow, maybe the next day.
If not the next day, maybe the next, or the one after, or the one after that,
Or maybe never.

* * * *
The senses created the illusion of time,
And time created the mind.
A quantum circle.

* * * *
What is desire, what is fear,
But the projection of possibility into time,
Given the weight of passion.

* * * *
Love and compassion, animosity and indifference, or some conduit between,
Or perhaps what equally, indifferently permeates them all:
The equanimity of pure awareness.

* * * *
The nowness that you perceive, the nowness to which you cling,
The nowness that you every moment spin into your dream of time,
Is already nothing more than the ephemeral ash of imagination.

* * * *
Always curious how humans rationalize any given scenario differently,
Depending on whether or not it is their tribe, their team, their view, their anything.
Yet another monkey thing playing out the given egocentric-ethnocentric-geocentric-solarcentric;
The me-myself-and-I around which the entire human paradigm ceaselessly orbits.

* * * *
Purpose and meaning and all the passions of vanity are overrated.
Only in unmitigated detachment is there any resolution to the human absurdity.
Stop knowing, stop caring, stand alone, wander alone, absolute and free.

* * * *
Except for their physical presence,
Those who have died are as much with you
As they were when they were alive.
It is all the play of mind.

* * * *
Where are you in the ever-present moment,
But the neural theater of consciousness, of imagination.
That play of mind that you believe, that you assume, real and true.

* * * *
Science can never measure more than the kaleidoscoping veil of the electromagnetic spectrum.
The immeasurable is immeasurable, no matter how intricate the veneer technology might weave.

* * * *
Wear a “kick me” sign, give others a button to push,
Guaranteed more than a few will get great joy
Launching a firm kick as they push it.

* * * *
You are as short as you are tall, as tall as you are short.
You are as small as you are large, as large as you are small.
You are as weak as you are strong, as strong as you are weak.
You are as ugly as you are beautiful, as beautiful as you are ugly.
You are as stupid as you are smart, as smart as you are stupid.
You are as foolish as you are wise, as wise as you are foolish.
You are as unreal as you are real, as real as you are unreal.

* * * *
How can you prepare for death
But by living every moment as fully as possible.
Death is in the living.

* * * *
Scientists are explorers of the mysterious unknown, of the perpetual enigma,
Using ever-evolving technology to fathom beyond the limits of the sensory panorama,
Yet restricted all the while, by the conditioned mind through which they perceive,
Through which they futilely measure but a veil of that which is immeasurable.

* * * *
How far is far? How close is close? How large is large? How small is small?
The elephant asked the mouse, who answered, “Even God does not know.”

* * * *
All speculation shall hereby cease and desist,
And all well-meaning witnesses shall from here on refrain,
From any further mentioning, any further hinting, any further pretending,
About anything of the esoteric that they do not, cannot, know.
They shall be silent and keep counsel to themselves,
That the thistles of the world might declaw,
And the age of humankind carry on
In a more agreeable manner.
Pfft, yeah, right, sure.

* * * *
Unify within and without until within and without dissolve into a stillness
In which the boundaries, the movement of imagination, disappear.
And the harmony of the manifest becomes Self apparent.

* * * *
Another day of the blissful nirvana
Of shopping-shopping-and-still-more-shopping,
For more of what likely was never ever needed in the first place.

* * * *
Awareness peers out from the empty stillness through the filters of consciousness,
Which tailor the world, the universe, to its own conditioned, self-absorbed design.

* * * *
In consciousness, you are a human becoming.
In awareness, you are a human being.

* * * *
What is death but one day not waking up,
And the ripples of corporeal existence ceasing to emanate
Into whatever portion of the universe your given dreamtime played out.
Whether or not you had great or little impact thereon out is not for you to ever perceive.
Only the omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent quantum unicity witnesses all,
In the awareness, the nothingness, the oblivion, that is and is not.

* * * *
Another moment transforming into yet another vague memory
In the baggage train of mind and all its vain perceptions
Of your so-called life and the human collusion.

* * * *
To put behind you all paradigms consciousness might concoct,
Is to expand into a state of sovereignty no finite mind can grasp.

* * * *
Eternity whisks away every footstep without thought, without remorse.
Only the sensory mind bound to the dream of time imagines any of it real.

* * * *
Wisdom is the distillation of all the ecstasies and agonies
That have brought you to this point in the eternity of time.

* * * *
We all have many things that draw us, many interests that lead us down our long and winding road.
It could be family or friends or community or work or politics or religion or business or ivory tower
Or creativity or nature or travel or cooking or shopping or sports or current events or heroic causes
Or sex or gambling or drugs or lying or cheating or stealing or wreaking or blathering incoherently,
Or merely perching day after day in front of a television or computer, or in taverns and coffee shops.
The scroll is as long as imagination allows – we experience many things in our given windows of time.
But as our dream streams on, as we grow older, our diversions, our amusements, slowly whittle down,
And whatever it is in the end that drums most loudly in our mind’s eye will be the capstone of our fate.

* * * *
Challenging as it may be to detach
From the many pleasures and pains body and mind tender,
The ultimate reality is that nothing ever actually touches the immortal you that you truly are.
Imagination has always believed itself more real than it can ever be.

* * * *
When it comes down to the nuts and bolts of this whodunit,
It is what it is, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Nothing that anyone believes about it truly matters.
It is all the same grist; it is all the same mill.

* * * *
Quibbling over evolution, quibbling over chromosomes, quibbling over anything,
Does not change the most essential, the most indelible, the most indivisible truth,
That it is all connected, and that its origin and means will forever be a mystery.

* * * *
All things are equally the creation of the entirety; none are more or less.
Even discerning it does not give any more quantum standing.
To lay any claims is naught but hollow prattle.

* * * *
There is me, and there is Me.
There is the you that is separate, that is different,
And there is the You that is the same as Me.
One imaginary, the other real and true.

* * * *
The passions can be a heady mix of emotions, often impetuous, barely controllable.
From Wikipedia, a list of the A-to-W ways it can play out in any of us: affection, anger,
Angst, anguish, annoyance, anticipation, anxiety, apathy, arousal, awe, boredom, confidence,
Contempt, contentment, courage, curiosity, depression, desire, despair, disappointment, disgust,
Distrust, ecstasy, embarrassment, empathy, envy, euphoria, fear, frustration, gratitude, grief,
Guilt, happiness, hatred, hope, horror, hostility, humiliation, interest, jealousy, joy,
Loneliness, love, lust, outrage, panic, passion, pity, pleasure, pride, rage, regret,
Remorse, resentment, sadness, saudade, schadenfreude, self-confidence,
Shame, shock, shyness, sorrow, suffering, surprise, trust, wonder,
Worry, and who knows how many honorable mentions
In the hard-wiring of the jungles of long ago.
We are the Planet of the Apes, indeed.

* * * *
… Breathe in nothingness … breathe out nothingness …
… Breathe in nothingness … breathe out nothingness …
… Breathe in nothingness … breathe out nothingness …
… Breathe in nothingness … breathe out nothingness …

* * * *
Is the human paradigm really any different than any petri dish lab experiment?
Any different than any microorganism overrunning its given geography
As it instinctively propagates toward its inexorable extinction.
The biological imperative will out and out, again and again, forever again.

* * * *
Awareness is the baseline of all consciousness,
No matter the manifestation, no matter the dimension.
Prior to that eternal stillness, that timeless now, naught but mystery.

* * * *
A world of causes ever-emanating into effects, and​ effects ever-emanating into causes.
A world of ever-emanating consequences, and free will ever a debatable assumption.

* * * *
It is what it is.
You get what you get.
You can only do so much with it.

* * * *
How real, how alive, can the quantum of the electromagnetic spectrum ever be,
But through the streaming mix 'n match of the given sensory theater,
And whatever delusions of imagination it orchestrates.

* * * *
Eternity does not at all careen or lurch.
It does not sputter, it does not shake.
It does not jerk, it does not​ strain.
It does not stick, it does not slip.
It does not tick, it does not​ tock.
​It does not do anything but be exactly what it is,
Which is to stream, to emanate, smoother​ than silk in every way imaginable.

* * * *
Same witness in every concoction,
Each one brilliant, each one ignorant,
In their own unique and predictable way.

* * * *
How convenient to get yourself martyred at such a brash, insolent, marketable young age.
What a foolish pretender to wander into Jerusalem thinking anyone really cared
What you had to say or do if it threatened their world in any way.
Power and fame and fortune need not be surrendered to cold, dead hands.

* * * *
What need for faith in anything?
What is faith but a form of intellectual laziness,
A lack of discerning exactness, a lack of discipline for critical inquiry
To discover the truth of this mystery for one Self.

* * * *
You think imagination reigns?
Think again, Pilgrim, think again.
It will soon be as if you were never born.

* * * *
The sense of Self exists only for as long as the corporeal mind-body is able to function
In the manner its nature-nurture conditioning has  concocted.
Its inevitable death annihilates all.
All attachment to the temporal is pointless.

* * * *
Politics, economics, religion, sports, movies, et cetera, et cetera,
Are nothing more than the yabber of minds bent on distraction.

* * * *
Death happens.
Whether in a few minutes, a few hours, a few weeks, a few months, or thousands of years,
All living creatures endure one mortal clock, one mortal conclusion or another,
And everything now living will someday find its way the graveyard.
Only the genomes, the blueprints that shape existence,
Can lay claim to nominal immortality
In the Darwinian selective breeding program.
And even then, the most hardy will inevitably face extinction.

* * * *
Do not confuse the brain that is creating this timeless manifest dream,
With the time-bound mind that is through imagination interpreting it.

* * * *
To know that which is godness, that which is absolute,
You must engage in the ever-present moment to such a degree,
As to completely forget whatever temporal role
You imagine the awareness to be.

* * * *
Eternal life is not something remembered, not something born of the mind in time.
It is merely being the timeless awareness, the timeless nowness, the timeless emptiness, you truly are.
There is nothing to become, nothing to prove, nothing to maintain, nothing to pretend.
To be in that state of timeless quietude is to be all there is to be.

* * * *
The conditioning, the habituation, the programming, the indoctrination, the brainwashing,
Is hypnotizing, mesmerizing, absorbing, enthralling, spellbinding, captivating, convincing, blinding,
How much more challenging it is to be what you really, truly are, than what you pretend to be.

* * * *
Why would anything ever have to be done in any certain way?
To be locked into any particular view is to miss the fact
That the way is forever boundless and unaligned.

* * * *
If you are a hardcore religious wingnut, a true believer of the dittohead persuasion,
What would you do if you actually met your messiah, your prophet, your guru,
And didn’t adore him, didn’t believe him, wished you’d never even heard of him?
Would it annoy you, would it wake you up, or would you just start looking for another?

* * * *
No belief, no faith, no dogma, is required.
Let go of consciousness, of thought, of imagination.
Simply be the awareness you truly are.
Simply be the given here now.

* * * *
What are the nerves – eyes and ears and nose and tongue and flesh in the human paradigm –
But the mortal tendrils to all heavens, to all hells, and all the purgatories between.
Each and every organism an entirely matchless universe unto its Self.

* * * *
Most people across the world only wake up long enough
To swallow another blue pill and push the snooze button.

* * * *
You have never existed as more than a thought.
How can the ephemeral ever-present,  the timeless instant,
The indivisible quantum, ever be alive, but through imaginary notion.

* * * *
This singular instant is all it is.
There is nothing more, nothing less, for it to be.
Discern the immeasurable expanse between becoming and being.

* * * *
See it, hear it, taste it, smell it, feel it, as awareness alone, uncarved,
Without the imaginary self-perception and all its a priori attachments.

* * * *
The only law in a Darwinian world is the ability to adapt to change.
It may not be the strongest or the most intelligent that continue,
But by enabling weakness, by fostering political correctness,
Civilization assures its decline and eventual destruction.

* * * *
These writings are for the rare few inclined to fully examine the underlying form of existence.
Best stop quickly if you lack the doubt, the skepticism, the cynicism, required.
Elsewise, you might find yourself down an infinite rabbit hole
For which you have neither hunger nor aptitude.

* * * *
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity; there is no way out.
The delusion that you even think you exist is vanity.

* * * *
You are awareness, as infinitesimally small as you are infinitely large.
You are awareness, neither infinitesimally small nor infinitely large.
You are the awareness that is neither infinitesimal nor infinite at all.

* * * *
The burden of time,
The burden of history,
The burden of tradition,
Are the burden of mind.

* * * *
Does the descending spiral of revenge have any end
Without some sort of letting go, some form of detachment,
Whether through forgiveness, or simply a shrug of the shoulders?

* * * *
The absolute is absolutely indifferent
To the variable winds of agony and ecstasy
That transpire in the consciousness born of mind.

* * * *
You did not ask to be born, so why not play your existence in whatever way suits you?
To be bound by any other’s expectations, is to miss out exploring your own potential.

* * * *
Hell is in the details, and those little wonders of bother
Tend to multiply exponentially, and in accelerating fashion.

* * * *
Do not even for a moment expect others to worship your indivisible realization.
More than a few would be only too willing to slit your throat,
Or fling you into a deep-dark-dank leper’s den.
You are on your so-it-goes-deal-with-it-get-over-it-move-on own.

* * * *
Conflict is rarely spawned by just one factor, one issue, one difference,
And any win-win solution, if that is the goal in any negotiation,
Requires all parties to tether their pride to some degree.
Wrong assumptions, taking things personally, is a sure road to war.

* * * *
What need for the sanction of any other
Once you discern the mystery you truly are.

* * * *
You have played out every conceivable mythological role:
God, Allah, Brahmin, Tao, Buddha, Christ, and on and on ad infinitum.
None of them are anything more than collusions born of the idolatrous monkey mind.
Let them all go, give Self over to the eternal awareness prior to all naming, prior to all imagination.
There absolutely is no need to be, to pretend anything more than the timeless stillness,
The quantum indivisibility you are, have ever been, and will ever be.

* * * *
No, that new technology is not going to save us;
Only further postpone the Malthusian inevitability.

* * * *
Does the tiger think itself a tiger? The whale, a whale?
The shark, a shark? The crow, a crow? The snake, a snake? The frog, a frog?
The ant, an ant? The spider, a spider? The worm, a worm? The weed, a weed? A microbe, a microbe?
Or do they all merely act out the given instinctual patterns
That all this mystery’s creatures great to small
Play out in harmonized fashion; a ballet that knows no bounds.
And is humankind, despite all the pretenses of consciousness, really doing any different?

* * * *
The quantum matrix is a timeless, spaceless, immeasurable fact.
Measure it, appraise it,  in every way imaginable until kingdom come,
All you will ever calculate, all you will ever speculate, is but the veil of illusion.

* * * *
Contentment is the final challenge of existence,
And gratitude the vehicle to that ethereal conclusion.

* * * *
It took all of creation for humankind to reach its first billion,
And only a little over two hundred years to hive up toward eight billion.
No matter how we crunch the numbers, there is no happy ending to this story

* * * *
Most every human being has at least one group, one tribe with which they repeatedly identify.
It is a monkey thing for which we were hard-wired in the canopied jungles of long ago.
To stand alone, entirely free of any identification, may well be almost impossible
For all but the rarest of the rarest of the rare, and even then very unlikely.

* * * *
How insipidly tedious and stagnant so many lives are forced to become
To offset the grinding debt modern lifestyles far too often attain.
How enviable the unadorned existence of our ancestors
In their hunter-gatherer shelters and caves.
Not easy, of course, but less bother
Than striving to keep up with the Joneses.

* * * *
The pittering-pattering of every mind,
Every moment further muddies up the world,
Inexorably caught up in the destiny of consciousness.

* * * *
Once the sensory universe convinces the mind to take its awareness seriously,
It is condemned to play an imaginary, impromptu role until death does it part.

* * * *
Physical pain and discomfort have a tendency to put a damper on attitude,
And along with watching this garden orb spiral into every sort of horror and absurdity,
Can be a substantial challenge to any Sisyphus daily rolling the boulder up the hill,
Any Atlas bothering to carry the weight of heaven and earth upon his shoulders.

* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how is not a teacher in this manifest play?
Family, lovers, friends, acquaintances, strangers, enemies,
All the places, all the things, all the many creatures great to small,
All the stars, all the worlds, all the moons, all the particles, speeding on high,
Do they not all give you pause to ponder on, to wonder about, anything and everything?


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SOUNDBITES


You have never been what you think you are.

* * * *
What is any life but an ever-streaming series of distractions.

* * * *
There is only one quantum in the universe. One quantum, with many faces.

* * * *
You, who ever is, never was, and will never be.

* * * *
Life is but a touchy-feely, three-dimensional dream, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
For the inscrutable indivisible, there is no within, there is no without.

* * * *
Rationalism laced with emotion; how rational is that?

* * * *
Find you own way, be your own law, bow to no one, expect none to bow to you.

* * * *
It is only in imagination that all players are created.

* * * *
Rationalism laced with emotion is as irrationally intolerant as any other political correctness.

* * * *
Why is it so challenging to discern that the creation is creating itself?

* * * *
Creation and creator are one in the same.

* * * *
Holding the inner awareness and outer illusion in balance is the challenge.

* * * *
It is all awareness; get over yourself.

* * * *
​It is in the being that truth is discerned.

* * * *
The more there is to remember, the more there is to forget.​

* * * *
There will be blood.

* * * *
The rabbit hole of technology is a never-ending journey into the abyss of loneliness.

* * * *
Steal a man’s wallet or wife or life, it is in the thieving you are known.

* * * *
Is a bed of nails any more prickly than satin sheets to the sound sleeper?

* * * *
Explore the mystery without assumption, and you shall become its source.

* * * *
To take, to give, what difference, really?

* * * *
Deeper and deeper, every rabbit hole beckons.

* * * *
What is money but time already spent.

* * * *
There is only one source, and it is not bound by its creation.

* * * *
You are always here now in one place or another.

* * * *
The stillness before time, or the silliness of time, you decide.

* * * *
Yet another sordid existence.

* * * *
Can't expect someone to know what they ain't never been taught.

* * * *
Talk don't make pudding.

* * * *
Yes, there is a quantum matrix, through which awareness gazes, and it is you.

​* * * *​
That which has no name, endures all.

* * * *
How can the so-called soul ever be confused with the pedestrian personality?

* * * *
We are​ all the same monkey; we just make different choices about consequences.

​* * * *​
​Choice, really?​

* * * *
What is time but the measurement of imagination.

* * * *
The list of possibilities grows longer and longer, and the amount of interest less and less.

* * * *
What is any given mind but a collection of pigeonholes.

* * * *
Contemplation and meditation and suicide are for those who have run out of things to do.

* * * *
What a burden it can be to care.

* * * *
​Nothing matters about this world, but that you carry it.

* * * *
Doesn't just about everything eventually get usurped for one foul purpose or another?​

* * * *
Existence is painful; sometimes excruciatingly so.

* * * *
The problem we have created have become too huge for any happy solution.

* * * *
​​Between god and the marketplace, best be anything but a farmer.

* * * *
Create a god and they will pay.

* * * *
Doing versus being; one of them is effortless and without the chitchat of hollow ego.

* * * *
Less greed makes for less headache.

* * * *
What do yay and nay mean but that it does not appeal to your vanity.

* * * *
And it was over practically as soon as  it started.

* * * *
Your entire existence is nothing more than a stream of habitual thinking.

* * * *
Perfect enough.

* * * *
There is no god here; only awareness of a ceaseless, timeless mystery.

* * * *
Knowledge is but a superficial coating to the mystery its source truly is.

* * * *
​The collective yay, the collective nay, the collective meh.

* * * *
 Tradition is only as real as it is given the weight attention.

* * * *
Born into ignorance, will you spend your whole life there?

* * * *
Imagination, imagination, all is imagination.

* * * *
The mini-death of sleep is but practice for the longer version.

* * * *
The earth was doomed the moment it was perceived as a resource.

* * * *
The issue of detachment is but an instantaneous insight.

* * * *
What point, really, trying to explain or justify or rationalize anything?

* * * *
The judgmental mind stews in its own brew.

* * * *
Sometimes the harshness of the jab, the hit, the knockdown, is the lesson required.

* * * *
What a great ditty source some others are; the gift that keeps on giving.

* * * *
Ignorance pays many a price.

* * * *
There are many opinions about it, but there is only one source, one truth.

* * * *
Let those who require entertainment of you look for it elsewhere.

* * * *
The mañana list grows daily longer

* * * *
In the vastness of this cosmic mystery, anything is possible.

* * * *
There is nothing to teach, nothing to learn.

* * * *
Boring is as boring does.

* * * *
The tourist consumes, the traveler wanders.

* * * *
To master contentment is to waylay all fates.

* * * *
All in one, one in all.

* * * *
To be weaponized is to perhaps survive a bit longer in this our modern world.

* * * *
None of that matters anymore; let it go.

* * * *
Your entire existence is nothing more than a dream that never happened.

* * * *
Space-time offers far more than memory banks allow.

* * * *
Time is but the figment of imagination.

* * * *
All in a dream, as if it never happened.

* * * *
The great void beckons.

* * * *
Explicable or inexplicable, you decide.

* * * *
Always look twice, and maybe even three times.

* * * *
How much of your existence do you spend thinking about what others think of you?

* * * *
The earnest doubter doubts until the doubting is done.

* * * *
Good health is the only true wealth; everything else is nothing in comparison.

* * * *
Freedom is only free is everyone’s got a piece of it.

* * * *
To be who-what-where-when-why-how you really are, and are not, is the final challenge.

* * * *
The intelligent designer is the intelligent design.

* * * *
The clock keeps ticking-ticking into the future, but you, you are ever the same.

* * * *
A dream, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but, like it never happened.

* * * *
Does the world, does the universe, does anything exist, if you are not here to witness it?

* * * *
The road less traveled is a path of least resistance.

* * * *
Peering out through every set of eyes, the one eye sees all.

* * * *
Are you really any more than a repetitive body bag of habitual thinking?

* * * *
Let go the world and it will let go you.

* * * *
How ironic that a world beyond all redemption finds you wanting.

* * * *
Boggling, indeed.

* * * *
What is any direction known to the relative mind?

* * * *
The first day and the last day, are they really so different?

* * * *
It is all a dream, no part more real than another.

* * * *
So, what you're really saying is that we're all going to die.

* * * *
What depth can there be to the superficial without the awakening of intuition and doubt.

* * * *
And to whose history might you be referring?

* * * *
Quantum mind, quantum universe, quantum everything, quantum nothing.

* * * *
The giving world, the taking tree-dweller.

* * * *
A miss is a miss no matter how close.

* * * *
​It is all biology playing itself out until one bitter end or another.​

* * * *
Vanity creates, vanity preserves, vanity destroys.

* * * *
Forgo time; be.

* * * *
Only the mind believes its tripe real and important.

* * * *
Endure, and whine.

* * * *
The opportunist is ever-vigilant.

* * * *
The wind is the truth, and there is no such thing as truth.

* * * *
Greed works as well as anything imagined.

* * * *
Dualism, a sensory-induced imaginary notion; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
In every eye, a different cosmos.

* * * *
What is creation, what is existence but a quantum shake.

* * * *
A ​poisoned world, a poisoned body, a poisoned mind.

* * * *
What are life and death but different reflections of the same mystery.

* * * *
Still the mind, still the thoughts, still the imagination, and what is left of you?

* * * *
Contentment rests easy on both laurels and thorns.

* * * *
They are only words.

* * * *
Giving anything a label is a nice way to file it away in an out-of-sight-out-of-mind way.

* * * *
The lab coat is not a religious vestment.

* * * *
Some folks are just born to be targets of one wrath or another.

* * * *
Name that face.

* * * *
Attachment is a Gordian Knot best cut in one fell slice.

* * * *
The whiff of permanence is but illusion.

* * * *
Awakening is all about paying very close attention.

* * * *
Another maggot has its day.

* * * *
The political correctness of any given time is always afire with its own tyranny.

* * * *
Even the thickest stone has the wit to keep moving.

* * * *
History: All true; all false.

* * * *
How much are you willing to suffer for an idea, for a whimsy born of imagination?

* * * *
The quantum scale, the quantum scaleless.

* * * *
From mystery comes life, and from life, mystery discerned.

* * * *
The awareness is the omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent within and without all things.

* * * *
Yet another story to be forgotten, as all eventually are.

* * * *
Game face on, game face off.

* * * *
Even practically perfect people make mistakes and have bad daze.

* * * *
Of course it does not matter, but still we watch.

* * * *
The mind-body: friend or foe?

* * * *
The challenge is to not let your conclusions keep you from looking further.

* * * *
You, awareness.

* * * *
When opportunity knocks, opportunists answer the door.

* * * *
Now you know, now you decide.

* * * *
Yet another forum for idolatry.

* * * *
Embrace the void.

* * * *
Don't get mad about it; deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
The wind of opinion is fueled by assumption.

* * * *​
What an unyielding blight we are to ourselves and the world.

* * * *
To heck with anyone who tries to put you in a box.

* * * *
Even the greatest good casts a shadow.

* * * *
Imaginary as it is, we are all drug along in the wake of history.

* * * *
Aren't you the clever one.

​* * * *​
The light at the end of the tunnel grows​ daily dimmer.

* * * *
All you can do is keep walking toward whatever fate is in store.

* * * *
Art is its own reward.

* * * *
To effect right change, the right thing must be said in the right ear at the right time.

* * * *
Good breathing helps the mind find its source.

* * * *
Taking anyone or anything for granted is a precarious precipice.

* * * *
Yet another story, true or fictional, you decide.

* * * *
There is no safety in the vulnerability, unless others play it be and allow.

* * * *
Real meditation is death before dying.

* * * *
Endure – tolerate, continue, carry on – as best ye may.

* * * *
You are alone, ever watchful.

* * * *
Awareness is all, and there ain’t no more.

* * * *
Whether you do or do not, be or not be, live or die, is of little concern to the ultimate.

* * * *
Religion is the invention of Fear and Greed

* * * *
Imagination is the creator of all lies; it has no jurisdiction over truth.

* * * *
God-fearing or god-fearless, you decide.

* * * *
Heaven and hell are but states of mind to which imagination easily succumbs.

* * * *
Thought is one way to use the mind; insight the other.

* * * *
Meditation and contemplation are resting easy in one’s Self.

* * * *
The source of vanity is also its end.

* * * *
What is the world when awareness is all.

* * * *
Pretending you are an identity is a far lesser charge than true-believing it.

* * * *
It seemed right at the time.

* * * *
Home is wherever your head or foot or rear are abiding.

* * * *
A vast quantum matrix conceived and nurtured in your imaginary mind.

* * * *
Innnnn-siiiiight, get it?

* * * *
For the DNA, it is all about getting laid; tilling that soil and planting that seed.

* * * *
Trials are but the winds of fate, the course of which can only at best be vaguely set.

* * * *
The more still you are, the more you, you are.

* * * *
All you can do is play the fate your mind-body inspires in this garden world.

* * * *
To discern your passion, your raison d'être, is the most true fate.

* * * *
What another thinks of you is but imaginary notion to which you need not subscribe.

* * * *
The given moment is all; there is no where else to be.

* * * *
Just say no.

* * * *
Creator and creation, weaver and woven, how are they not the same?

* * * *
Guilt and remorse are the presoak of suffering.

* * * *
The mind that has no real problems has a tendency to make up its own.

* * * *
All consciousness is born of an imaginary, subjective center.

* * * *
About as rational as a flying pig.

* * * *
Someday the pain will end; until then, endure and enjoy as best you may.

* * **
Rationality sponsors many an irrational notion.

* * * *
Basking in envy works every time.

* * * *
The way it is; it is what it is.

* * * *
Certainly easier to regurgitate a story than it is to discover the source of all stories.

* * * *
Just a dream of time filling itself with all sorts of self-absorbed gobbledygook.

* * * *
Do nothing and nothing will do you.

* * * *
How many ways there are to cut the eternal pie.

* * * *
Pain is the teacher, but what have you learned?

* * * *
Patterns all, puppets all.

* * * *
Any book is likely to be the greatest story ever written if that is all you have read.

* * * *
Something for everyone.

* * * *
It is what it is.

* * * *
A quantum dream no matter how many dimensions.

* * * *
Distractions only distract; they do not make you any less alone.

* * * *
Is there anything more enjoyable than gratuitous anything?

* * * *
Even the most well-meaning memory is but a lie of selective perception.

* * * *
Existence is the imagined time between indifferent sleep.

* * * *
Watch the judgment.

* * * *
Like nobody has done or said it before.

* * * *
Where is science when there is nothing to observe, when there is nothing to measure?

* * * *
The Reaper is always hovering just a breath away.

* * * *
To wrap your mind around the mystery, you must unwrap your mind.

* * * *
Speculation is the root of all inanity.

* * * *
Blessed are the children, for they have not been stricken by the weight of the world.

* * * *
There is no becoming, there is only being.

* * * *
The irony, the paradox, of the spiritual quest, is that less always ends up being more.

* * * *
History is testament to hell on earth.

* * * *
No need to fear what you really truly are and are not: just be it.

* * * *
Redemption for what, pray tell?

* * * *
The truth is but the given moment, and thus neither the purview or the domain of consciousness.

* * * *
​Shallow breathing; don’t do it.

* * * *
Only the living dead have risen.

* * * *
Being but a turn of the mind, heaven and hell are equally close and far.

* * * *​
​Imbibe the chaos and all its order.

* * * *
Here you are right here right now: Redeem your Self.

* * * *
Wisdom is connecting the dots.

* * * *
… blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah … ad infinitum …

* * * *
Gaia is a dream world of eternity.

* * * *
Your true nature is emptiness.

* * * *
You are but a brief mortal dream of the immortality of eternity.

* * * *
You cannot know truth; you can only be it.

* * * *
Hell is in the details, and history is creator of its future past.

* * * *
A worthy windmill if you enjoy futility.

* * * *
Harder to let go than it is to hold on, until its not.

* * * *
Less is the new more.

* * * *
The future is getting uglier and uglier in every way every day.

* * * *
Time is the living death of consciousness.

* * * *
Sometimes it may well be that the baby needs to be thrown out with the bathwater.

* * * *
To discern clearly is to aimlessly wander the untrammeled pathless.

* * * *
Anything can be written and rewritten again and again.

* * * *
It’s how we roll.

* * * *
Your political clout is only as strong as your base.

* * * *
What is any conquest but home invasion on a grand scale.

* * * *
The way of war, the way of peace, each chooses in his their own mind.

* * * *
Breathe in contentment, breath out contentment.

* * * *
Rage on.

* * * *
Did it ever begin?  Does it ever end?

* * * *
The way of life is the way of death.

* * **
​The mind will consume whatever notion draws its eye.

* * * *
Necessity is the best teacher, followed closely by pain.

* * * *
The dysfunctional loop is not easily overridden.

* * * *
Only through the part can the whole be clearly discerned, and through the whole, the part.

* * * *
What is a mind free of all prescriptions?

* * * *
Nothing that can be imagined is what it is and is not.

* * * *
How can just being, be any sort of goal?

* * * *
Now is the timeless dreamtime of all yesterdays and tomorrows.

* * * *
Judge, jury, executioner, all in one, one in all.

* * * *
Even wisdom is only as deep as illusion allows.

* * * *
Security, is there ever enough?

* * * *
Yet another one of those many curious things with which vanity is so absorbed.

* * * *
True science is not a political subject.

* * * *
Ain't nobody askin', ain't nobody tellin'.

* * * *
Mindless belief – tedious, senseless, stupid – is the lazy way.

* * * *
There they go pushing the fear button again.

* * * *
The judge is his own executioner.

* * * *
You do not exist in the way you think.

* * * *
Where is the line between the attention of caution and the obsession of paranoia?

* * * *
To thine own Self be true.

* * * *
The mind stilled by full attention merges into eternity.

* * * *
Vanity tolerates no rival.

* * * *
Existence given little attention is but hollow vanity, and thus no life at all.

* * * *
Tomorrow is a new day, and, quantum willing, you might even live to see its sunset.

* * * *
There is something real about the working man’s existence that a desk jockey can never know.

* * * *
Yes, there is eternal life, but it is nothing you think.

* * * *
Be and allow, the highest law, is daily usurped across the human theater.

* * * *
Who was that masked man?

* * * *
Is it “I Am” or “Am I?”

* * * *
You ain't seen nothing yet.

* * * *
The inherent violence of greed never bodes well for the meek.

* * * *
Of the unknown, nothing can be known.

* * * *
Regarding intelligence, best not too hot, not too cold, kind of a Goldilocks thing.

* * * *
Regarding whether or not you are the enigmatic totality, assume it so.

* * * *
The man behind the curtain cannot save you.

* * * *
History will consume you if you let it.

* * * *
Who is ever really ready for their last day?

* * * *
Truer than true … Say what?

* * * *
Strike hard, strike fast, strike true.

* * * *
It is not win or lose, it is win or learn.

* * * *
And the other was created that the Great Quantum might see its Self more clearly.

* * * *
It be good policy to back away from anyone who wants to lead you.

* * * *
No matter what you believe, it is all speculation.

* * * *
Process is life; arrival, ​ death.

* * * *
We are all faking it the best we can: some are better at it than others.

* * * *
It is only flesh and bones; rise above it.

* * * *
What’s to save?

* * * *
The joy of existence them details are not.

* * * *
For those who truly seek that which is roots out that which is not.

* * * *
Now is an impenetrable mystery.

* * * *
The muddy stream gets muddier every day.

* * * *
Every student gleans something different from any given teacher.

* * * *
The web of futility is a many-spidered thing.

* * * *
You woke up again this morning; your story continues.

* * * *
What is it to be alone, but to be in an attentive, undistracted state of mind.

* * * *
It is all in your head.

* * * *
The meaning of oblivion: No how, no why, no when, no where, no what, no who.

* * * *
You do because you can, and you can because you do.

* * * *
You are nothing more than a fiction of a neuron web locked in a vain little skull.

* * * *
What are you trying to prove? And to who?

* * * *
Planned obsolescence is the cancer of modern man.

* * * *
The everything, the nothing.

* * * *
Imagination is all, all is imagination.

* * * *
Sugar and spice and all things nice is unadulterated, delusional propaganda from the get-go.

* * * *
The empty of full; the full of empty.

* * * *
You cannot win an argument against ignorance.

* * * *
Heaven is the invention of imagination to make endurable the perdition of earthly existence.

* * * *
Imagination is a quantum magic carpet ride through awareness.

* * * *
Who are the wealthiest but those indifferent to wealth.

* * * *
When the mind becomes its awareness, where is the fear, where is the desire, where are you?

* * * *
How can the cosmos the eyes perceive and mind conceives ever be real?

* * * *
Relatively easy to win an argument if there is no one to argue with.

* * * *
Only the delusion inspired by DNA would find a newborn adorable.

* * * *
Who would not be happy to get fat on whatever taxpayer tit they can latch on to?

* * * *
There is no changing destiny into something it already is.

* * * *
How can you understand anything if you are not willing to explore everything?

* * * *
Imagination Is All, All Is Imagination

* * * *
Woke up again this morning, born of imagination, on a road through perdition.

* * * *
Doubt is the rarest of commodities.

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How poor the rich who still crave more, more, more, ever more.

* * * *
The end of the story is the end of history.

* * * *
The consuming mind is an insatiable thing without the tether of awareness.

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History: read it and weep.

* * * *
Prescriptions tend to get forgotten in one haze or another.

* * * *
There is nothing to discover.

* * * *
The eggshell of conditioning is but an imaginary shell.

* * * *
What do you do with the truth that has neither meaning, nor purpose, nor reality?

* * * *
Are you insane, or jsut not playing the game?

* * * *
Why resist the immutable?

* * * *
What matters, what does not matter, very much the same

* * * *
All different, all the same.

* * * *
Only after that last wheezing breath will it be too late to change your mind.

* * * *
Full breath or shallow, you pass through it the same.

* * * *
The dead are used as the living choose.

* * * *
Nothing exists but the dreamtime of imaginary notion.

* * * *
Give it no mind.

* * * *
Explain, if you would, why you have never, and will never, see your face.

* * * *
All is but imaginary notion.

* * * *
Why resist the inevitable?

* * * *
​We are time machines of the meaty kind.

* * * *
A sensory play fostered by imagination.

* * * *
In every mind, a different universe.

* * * *
Full enough, yet?

* * * *
The world, the universe, that imagination built.

* * * *
Truth is not some sliver of a dimension exclusive to humankind.

* * * *
To be free of time is to be free of mind.

* * * *
What is will but consciousness balled up with intention.

* * * *
The all-seeing eye discerns with an all-seeing mind.

* * * *
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.

* * * *
Nothing will never make a difference.

* * * *
Far easier to idolize someone else’s Self than it is to discern your own.

* * * *
We all have our timeline.

* * * *
What cannot be know cannot be usurped.

* * * *
Deign it merit?

* * * *
The madness that is sane is the mind that sets an aimless course.

* * * *
The inner eye, both empty and full, sees all, knows all, is all.

* * * *
Life, it'll kill ya.

* * * *
An imaginary creation, a tale of universal proportion.

* * * *
Vanity-vanity-all-is-vanity, except for pure awareness of the eternal kind.

* * * *
What is any history but the fog of perception.

* * * *
Scream or moan or laugh, the roller coaster rolls on and on.

* * * *
Feng that shui.

* * * *
Every moment a new discovery in the mind undivided by time.

* * * *
If your practice is idolatry, then you have missed the point.

* * * *
Humankind is no different than any other cancer chewing away at its host.

* * * *
The point being?

* * * *
Detachment is key.

* * * *
Are you this? Are you that? No and no.

* * * *
How quickly the sparkle of obsession can morph into dark shadows.

* * * *
Contentment is when just being is enough.

* * * *
This world is not for you, shake it off.

* * * *
What you do not give your mind to does not matter.

* * * *
Travel light, travel sure, travel free.

* * * *
It's your world now, kids, rotsa ruck.

* * * *
What the tongue craves is not necessarily what the tummy needs.

* * * *
Give it no name.

* * * *
Whether you are as still as a pond, or as restless as a typhoon, the awareness is ever the same.

* * * *
There is no before, there is no after, there is only now.

* * * *
Every passion has its destiny, death rules us all, the world wags on.

* * * *
We are but dreams in each other’s minds.

* * * *
Let the gods double-double-toil-and-trouble with all their judgments.

* * * *
Boggling how simple it all is, if you manage to lose your mind.

* * * *
Dust you ever are.

* * * *
Letting go the world requires attentive mindfulness in each and every moment.

* * * *
People come, people go, vanity rules.

* * * *
Devise whatever claims you will about awareness, all are speculations, none are real.

* * * *
All boundaries are born of imagination.

* * * *
It does not need to mean anything.

* * * *
For far too many, enough is not an option.

* * * *
To be born is to die each and every moment.

* * * *
A fair amount of the aging process is pain becoming a constant companion.

* * * *
You can take the monkey out of the jungle, but you can't take the jungle out of the monkey.

* * * *
There is no copyright to wisdom.

* * * *
Every birth a new universe; every death an end.

* * * *
Nothing doing.

* * * *
You are the ever-born-ever-undying mystery, nothing more, nothing less.

* * * *
What circus calls you?

* * * *
The joy of imagination is that you don't have to go there.

* * * *
The ever-present is, well, ever-present.

* * * *
Truth is the filament in every moment's birth and death.

* * * *
Wisdom has no bounds.

* * * *
The race of nothing to nowhere.

* * * *
It all is nothing more than a dream of mind.

* * * *
Always astounding how long it can take for some things to become obvious.

* * * *
We all get locked in our conditioned recording, playing out the rutted mind round and round.

* * * *
Define good, define bad, if you can.

* * * *
There is nothing to do, so do it well.

* * * *
Artificial intelligence for an artificial world.

* * * *
Die to everything but the awareness you truly are.

* * * *
As you see more and more clearly, what is real, and what is not, detachment just sort of happens.

* * * *
Once again the deadline is postponed.

* * * *
The flesh is weak, and daily weaker.

* * * *
The biological imperative will out.

* * * *
There is no such thing as normal, or it might be said, we are all our own version of normal.

* * * *
Some people you laugh with, and others you cannot help but laugh at.

* * * *
Alas, poor Yorick! Alas, poor Monkey!

* * * *
Joy, more to forget.

* * * *
There is nothing normal.

* * * *
There is nothing not normal.

* * * *
Nothing is but what you think it.

* * * *
The unknowable unknown is, well, unknowable.

* * * *
Holding onto nothing.

* * * *
We are all buddha, we are all god; the trick is having the wit and will and courage to discern it.

* * * *
"See you tomorrow" can be a dubious assumption.

* * * *
Not holding onto nothing.

* * * *
Eternity is all, attached to none.

* * * *
What is any gourmet meal but just another pile of shit waiting to happen.

* * * *
Detachment is a blade unto Self.

* * * *
It is only vanity that believes anything important.

* * * *
What a prison the body ultimately becomes to those ready to burst across the universe.

* * * *
How long can forever be if time is an illusion?

* * * *
Only seven days? … Only six thousand years? … The chosen people? … Yeah, sure … Pfft.

* * * *
Feed them a lie and they will follow; feed them the truth and stand alone.

* * * *
What is it to awaken?  And is it worth arguing about?

* * * *
Truth serves no purpose.

* * * *
If it defied physics, it probably didn’t happen.

* * * *
Vanity-vanity-all-is-insatiable-ductless-glands-and-viscera-delusional-blue-pill-vanity.

* * * *
How can that which was never born ever die?

* * * *
History has proven over and over again that anything can be usurped.

* * * *
The sands of time are written in the stars.

* * * *
Let go the conditioned mind.

* * * *
Have you ever really moved in any way, any shape, any form?

* * * *
The winds of mind are the winds of time.

* * * *
True science is an unblinking, unwavering, unallied eye.

* * * *
Even the most exotic venue can become dull after the first day.

* * * *
A life well-lived is nothing well done.

* * * *
Rejecting the human paradigm is an option.

* * * *
In any creative enterprise, only the artist knows all the agonies and ecstasies of its genesis.

* * * *
God of man, man of god, one in the same.

* * * *
What true scientist is not also a philosopher?

* * * *
Too late for all but the most disconcerted, willing and able to let go.

* * * *
Every seed has its fate.

* * * *
The Truth and Nothing But the Truth

* * * *
Nothing muffled about the accusatory question.

* * * *
You are the grist; you are the mill.

* * * *
The good news is that you will never die; the bad news is that you must endure forever.

* * * *
If it is a concept, it is not truth.

* * * *
You are responsible; you are not responsible.

* * * *
You are as large as you are small, as small as you are large.

* * * *
You must figure it all out for your Self.

* * * *
Same grist, another day at the mill.

* * * *
Always look any gift horse in the mouth.

* * * *
Nothing matters, and even nothing doesn’t matter.

* * * *
There is no I am, only I amming.

* * * *
Buddhists and Christians aplenty; Buddhas and Christs, rare indeed.

* * * *
No matter the point and purpose, all ambition clouds the mind.

* * * *
Mind your own awareness.

* * * *
Doubt is a rare commodity.

* * * *
There is no path through emptiness.

* * * *
Might makes right; always has, always will.

* * * *
Name that Judas.

* * * *
There is only one teacher in the universe.  One teacher, with many faces.

* * * *
The worms are licking their lips.

* * * *
What need for a solution when there was never really a problem.

* * * *
Oh, happy choiceless.

* * * *
How can anyone see, much less care about, everything they do not know?

* * * *
The ever-changing is, well, ever changing.

* * * *
Fill your Self with the absoluteness that transcends the imaginary persona.

* * * *
In these our times, old school is every moment dying.

* * * *
And what is your ambition, your goal, your agenda, your raison d'être, this very moment?

* * * *
Adventures happen, if you have the courage to allow them.

* * * *
A lot of words, all for nothing.

* * * *
Wake up in whatever way you will, it does not matter, it is but a dream.

* * * *
Never trust history to tell you the truth.

* * * *
What a burden it is to be responsible for someone else's happiness.

* * * *
The quietude of which so many speak is beyond all pales.

* * * *
Alone … alone … alone … so utterly alone you ever are.

* * * *
Why keep coming back?  Surely, one life well-lived is more than enough.

* * * *
The roving sun births a new year on this spinning mirage of quantum design.

* * * *
Yet another edifice of mind for eternity to unravel.

* * * *
Hell is in the details.

* * * *
The indivisibility is sliced and diced by a divisibility that has no ultimate reality, whatsoever.

* * * *
How can forever be any longer than you?

* * * *
Emotional lunacy strikes again.

* * * *
All better now, until the next trip and fall in some other now.

* * * *
Well, that answers it, then.

* * * *
Cut to the gist.

* * * *
More is less; less is more.

* * * *
Another round of that ancient game show: Name That Vanity.

* * * *
Go back from whence you came.

* * * *
No history can never be more than a story.

* * * *
No matter how resolute, science is ultimately limited by the doors of human perception.

* * * *
Intuition is imagination’s rabbit hole.

* * * *
There are some secrets best taken to the grave.

* * * *
The only thing smart about most smart phones is the phone.

* * * *
Yet another Ground Hog Day begins.

* * * *
Nationalism is nothing more than a loftier version of a high school pep rally

* * * *
Tyranny sculpts both cowards and martyrs.

* * * *
Let us not confuse humanity with humanity.

* * * *
And what will come of life on this world when the web is tattered beyond redemption?

* * * *
Too hot, too cold, whiners all.

* * * *
Wisdom is not an end in itself, but a natural distillation of a life of inquiry and observation.

* * * *
How can creator and creation not be the same?

* * * *
Pretty amazing the different universes our bodies play out.

* * * *
The quest for peace is a solitary trek.

* * * *
Morality is a convenient distraction.

* * * *
There is no other, never was, will never be.

* * * *
The ultimate irony and paradox is always speaking of time as if it were real.

* * * *
The joy of the long stroll is without compare.

* * * *
What a burden it is to be made responsible for someone else’s happiness.

* * * *
The body is going to die someday, so why not my its own hand?

* * * *
Close encounters of the third kind playing out daily.

* * * *
Give me anonymity, or give me death.

* * * *
Science is only as potent as eye and technology allow.

* * * *
Only in the absoluteness of pure awareness is there an end to relativity.

* * * *
The seed of tomorrow is in today, and yesterday but an imaginary tale.

* * * *
What a burden it is to be responsible for someone else's happiness.

* * * *
History is everywhere and nowhere.

* * * *
All those so-called mystical experiences are almost as profound as a good shit.

* * * *
The indivisible nothingness slathered with imagination is still indivisible nothingness.

* * * *
A picture is worth a thousand words, and a thousand people see a thousand pictures.

* * * *
The body lives, the body dies, and imagination imagines between.

* * * *
The real you in a nut shell.

* * * *
History is relative to every eye that discerns it.

* * * *
You are a conditioned recording, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
Truth does not exist because the eternal moment it is, is not.

* * * *
Every mind a lie unto its Self.

* * * *
Lose your mind.

* * * *
You are indelibly linked to the mystery of origin; there are no intermediaries.

* * * *
You are not what you do; you are not what you say.

* * * *
Why be bound by any human concoction?

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Dates and times may vary.

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So many things to care about, what’s the point of bothering anymore?


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POSSIBLE TITLES


Dates and Times May Vary

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Nature’s Way

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Name That Judas

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The Edifice of Mind

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Life, It’ll Kill Ya

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At This Writing

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The Lunacies of Imagination

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Quid Pro Quo

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Nothing Is But What You Think It

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Blanking Out

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The Ten Thousand Distractions

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The Story of Things

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An Impromptu Creation

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The Time of Consequences

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The Articulation

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The Solitary Trek

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The Long Stroll

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The Aimless Wander

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The Forging

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The Freedom of Awareness

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Anything is Possible

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The Creation of Imagination

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The Driven Herd

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Tourists and Travelers

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The Flame of Mind

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The Flame of Time

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The Mini Death of Sleep

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The Mañana List

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The Spiritual Debutante

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The Debonair Wanderer

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The Insatiable Tourist

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Drifting Along

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Needless Wanting

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Abeyance

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The Flowering of God

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Toying With History

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They Are Only Words

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The Tyranny of Political Correctness

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Name That Face

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Another Maggot Has Its Day

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Good Luck With That

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History: All True, All False

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The Script

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The Human Circus

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The Monkey Games

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Mindless Staring and Other Ways to Kill Time

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The Presence

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Game Face On

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Game Face Off

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The First Quarter

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The Second Quarter

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The Third Quarter

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The Fourth Quarter

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The Opening

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The Middle Game

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The End Game

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The Immaculate Moment

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The Immaculate Now

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Abeyance

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The Mystery

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The Gourmet

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The Perfumer

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The Photographer

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The Musician

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The Sensualist

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The Scholar

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The Connoisseur

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Brave New World

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The Whiff of Permanence

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The Lazy Man’s Guide to Doing Nothing Well

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The Whimsy

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The Notion

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Boring Is As Boring Does

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All in One, One in All

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Perfect Enough

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The Christ Complex

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The Moses Complex

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The Buddha Complex

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The Krishna Complex

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The Lao Tzu Complex

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The Muhammad Complex

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The Hercules Complex

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The Prior to Time

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The Nutshell

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The Accidental Philosopher

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The Casual Philosopher

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The Unexpected Philosopher

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The Unintentional Philosopher

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Moiville

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Unfinished Projects

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The  Whiney Mind

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Being

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Becoming

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The Being vs. Becoming Mind

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The Functioning

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The Burden of Tradition

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The Burden of History

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The Burden of Time

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The Burden of Mind

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The Rise of Political Correctness

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Jester Amok

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Creation and Creator: One in the Same

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Enabling Weakness in a Darwinian World

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The Complex Life

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The Simple Life

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The Striving Life

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The Moderate Life

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The Excessive Life

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Hoarding

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Minimalism

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Moderation

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The Primal Mind

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The Tyranny of Inadequcy

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The Tyranny of Mediocrity

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The Meditative Existence

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The Contemplative Existence

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A Life of Distraction

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Another Load of Shit

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The Almighty Dollar

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The Almighty Ruble

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The Almighty Yuan

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The Almighty Wampum

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The Kardashians Have It

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The Final Struggle

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The Inherent Violence of Greed

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The Aloneness

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All Alone

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You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet

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Pointless

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A Fistful of Pointless

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A Few Pointlessnesses More

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The Road of Greed

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The Litany of Pain

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The Pigeonhole Mind

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The Fountainhead

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Atlas Shrugged

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Amusing Ourselves to Death

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The Shallows

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Absurdity is All

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The Doldrums

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One Lie or Another

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The Thought Loop

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You Are Nature

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The Group Mind

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The Solitary Mind

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The Detached Mind

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To Care, or Not to Care, That is the Question

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Truth Is Not An Idea

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The Roller Coaster

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Redeem Your Self

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The Zero Energy Mode

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The Big Yawn

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The Double-Decker Big Yawn

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Blueprint in the Sand

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The Vanity Girl

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The Vanity Boy

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The Eyes of the Beholder

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Questions of a Thousand Dreams

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The Seed Principle

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The Lazy Man's Way

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The Lazy Man’s Guide to Enlightenment

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Endure and Whine

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The Mindful Pagan.

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Just Say No

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Cows of a Different Moo

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The Bodhi Tree Moment

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The Alone in the Desert Moment

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The Sitting Wherever You’re Sitting Moment

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The Crystal Ball

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The Time Machine

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The Omniscient

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The Omnipresent

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The Omnipotent

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Feng That Shui

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The Bona Fide Mind

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The Earnest Mind

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The Authentic Mind

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The True Mind

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The Real Mind

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The Valid Mind

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The Aboveboard Mind

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The Legitimate Mind

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The Genuine Mind

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The Dissolved Mind

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The Bogus Mind

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The Omniscient, Omnipresent, Omnipotence

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The Vulnerable

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The Invulnerable

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Vulnerable vs. Invulnerable

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Hold Fast

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Heave-Ho

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On Standing Alone

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It Seemed Right at the Time

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The Unending Moment

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The Ever-Present Now

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The Bad Penny

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Before the Morning Cup

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After the Morning Cup

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Soundly Ignored

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Embrace the Void

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The Emptiness of Awareness

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Life As Meditation

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Life As Contemplation

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The Winds of Assumption

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The Void Within

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The Edge of Pain

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The Quest for Pain

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Idolatry’s Forum

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I, Awareness

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You, Awareness

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The Conditioned You

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The Unconditioned You

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Huff ‘n Puff

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The Documented Life

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Art Is Its Own Reward

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Eden Spoiled

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The Brother’s Keeper

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Inside the Box

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Outside the Box

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Where All Boxes End

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The Irrationality of Rationality

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More, More, More

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The Creative Mind

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A Brief Spate of Time

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Mindfulness

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The Good News

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The Quantum Shake

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Life is Harsh

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Of Hubris and Humility

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Of Arrogance and Modesty

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It Is What It Is

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The Living Death of Consciousness

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Greed Works

* * * *
The Quantum Games

* * * *
The Rise of the Tree-Dwellers

* * * *
Planet of the Tree-Dwellers

* * * *
The Primate Mind

* * * *
Forgo Time

* * * *
In Every Eye, A Different Cosmos.

* * * *
Nothing Interests You

* * * *
The Game is Afoot

* * * *
Something for Everyone

* * * *
The Lazy Man’s Way

* * * *
​ Eden Undone

* * * *
Same Old Chicken and Egg

* * * *
Quantum Dancer​

​* * * *​
​The Dystopian Holocaust

* * * *​
​The Insatiable Hunger​ for More

* * * *
The Quest for Peace

* * * *
The World of Widgetry

* * * *
A Solo Act

* * * *
Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind

* * * *
The Great Void

* * * *
Time: The Figment of Imagination

* * * *
The Blink of an Eye

* * * *
Since Forever Was Born

* * * *
Always Look Twice

* * * *
All in a Dream

* * * *
I, Chameleon

* * * *
The Primal Force

* * * *
The Emperor's New Clothes

* * * *
The Evolutionary Paradigm

* * * *
The Relative Mind

* * * *
A Subjective Reality

* * * *
Eternal Life is Now

* * * *
The Blessing and Curse of Existence

* * * *
The Boon and Bust of Existence

* * * *
The Ecstasy and Agony of Existence

* * * *
The Vulnerability of Death

* * * *
Eternal Life, Eternal Death

* * * *
The Muck of Time

* * * *
The Illusion Games

* * * *
The Mask of Time

* * * *
The Quantum Feast

* * * *
The Doubter and the Doubted

* * * *
The Stranger

* * * *
The Inscrutable Indivisible

* * * *
Perception is All

* * * *
The Unknown Within All Withouts

* * * *
Old School Will Rise Again

* * * *
Like It Never Happened

* * * *
Within the Without, Without the Within

* * * *
The Key to Home

* * * *
Conscience

* * * *
Conscience Interrupted

* * * *
Paradigm Interrupted

* * * *
Paradigm Undone

* * * *
Death is in the Living

* * * *
The Aphorism

* * * *
The Essay

* * * *
The Diary

* * * *
The Journal

* * * *
The Chronicle

* * * *
The Story

* * * *
Truer Than True

* * * *
Times Beyond Counting

* * * *
The Dissolution of Time

* * * *
The Givers, the Takers, and the Needy

* * * *
The Small-Minded Mind

* * * *
The Large-Minded Mind

* * * *
Strike Hard, Strike Fast, Strike True

* * * *
Hello, Again, My Friend

* * * *
​Fat is a State of Mind

* * * *
The Skinny, the Fat, and the Puffy

​* * * *
The Ruby Slippers

* * * *
Of Walls and Moats

* * * *
Free and Clear

* * * *
Create a God and They Will Pay

* * * *
The Greatest Story Never Told

* * * *
The Greatest Hoax Ever Sold

* * * *
The Brain Wash

* * * *
The Conditioning

* * * *
The Habituation

* * * *
The Ghost of Old School Past

* * * *
The Context of History

* * * *
A Scrapbook of the Time in Mind

* * * *
Dream World

* * * *
The Real You in a Nutshell

* * * *
The Genetic Jungle

* * * *
Rage On

* * * *
The Razor’s Edge

* * * *
Terrible Swift Sword

​* * * *​
The Rubik's Cube

* * * *
The Collusion of Imagination

* * * *
The Collusion of Consciousness

* * * *
Slavery and Genocide and War: As American as Apple Pie

* * * *
The Hallilburton Wars: Taking Cha-Ching to the World One Water Bottle at a Time

* * * *
Give It No Mind

* * * *
Human Crap

* * * *
More Human Crap

* * * *
Even More Human Crap

* * * *
Watch the Judgment

* * * *
History: Read It and Weep

* * * *
All in Your Head

* * * *
Anonymous Within, Anonymous Without

* * * *
The Critical Thinker

* * * *
The Accidental Thinker

* * * *
The Meaning of Nothing

* * * *
Doubt

* * * *
No Doubt

* * * *
The Warrior Thing

* * * *
The Princess Thing

* * * *
The Quantum Mirage

* * * *
The Everything, The Nothing

* * * *
Entanglements

* * * *
Be

* * * *
The Quandary

* * * *
The Consuming Mind

* * * *
The Curious Mind

* * * *
The Quandary of Full

* * * *
The Quandary of Empty

* * * *
The Quandary of Full and Empty

* * * *
The Quantum Nightmare

* * * *
God’s Nightmare

* * * *
The Indifferent Universe

* * * *
The Indifferent World

​* * * *​
​A World of Consequences​

* * * *
​A Poisoned World

* * * *
A Poisoned Body

* * * *
A Poisoned Mind​

* * * *
No Stone Unturned

* * * *
The Superstitious Mind

* * * *
The Rational Mind

* * * *
The Rational Mind

* * * *
​The Shakespearian Collage

* * * *
The Censored Mind

* * * *
The Uncensored Mind

* * * *
The Script

* * * *
Wishful Thinking

* * * *
The No-Spin Zone

* * * *
The Positive-Spin Zone

* * * *
The Negative-Spin Zone

* * * *
The Wishful Thinking-Spin Zone

* * * *
The Middle Way-Spin Zone

* * * *
The Blue Pearl

* * * *
The Goldilocks Syndrome

* * * *
There Will Be Blood

* * * *
The Intelligent Designer Is The Intelligent Design

* * * *
The Moral of the Story

* * * *
The Absurdity of Love

* * * *
The Absurdity of Hate

* * * *
Where All Paths End

* * * *
The Emptiness of Reality

* * * *
The Eggshell of Conditioning

* * * *
An Entertaining Madness

* * * *
The Essential You

* * * *
Full Enough, Yet?

* * * *
The Rabbit Hole of Time

* * * *
Eternal Vigilance

*.* * *
The Garden of Temptation

* * * *
The Affliction

* * * *
The Gratuitous Anything

* * * *
The Rule of Thumb

* * * *
A Pointless Existence​

​* * * *​
​The All-Seeing Eye of Awareness

* * * *​
Earthlings

* * * *
Of Mind and Heart

* * * *
The Good Samaritan

* * * *
The Indifferent Samaritan

* * * *
Groundhog Daze: Groundhogs All the Way Down

* * * *
The Cradle of Awareness

* * * *
The Brazen Beast

* * * *
The Dead Philosophers Society

* * * *
The Impenetrable Now

* * * *
What Dreams May Come

* * * *
The Null Set

* * * *
There is Nothing to Discover

* * * *
The Dude Abides

* * * *
The Unending Speculation

* * * *
The Root of All Inanity

* * * *
The Streamtime Dreamtime

* * * *
The Web of Futility

* * * *
The Eternal Stage

* * * *
The Indivisible Stage

* * * *
Of Gibberish and Other Blather

* * * *
It’s How We Roll

* * **
The Dysfunctional Loop

* * * *
Nothing Matters

* * * *
Moksha

​* * * *​
​Habits

* * * *
Patterns

* * * *
Talk Don't Make Pudding​

* * * *
Choice, Really?

​* * * *
The Misanthrope

* * * *
The Dystopian Future-Past

* * * *
Smokescreens

* * * *
The Sands of Quantum

* * * *
How Meaningless All Speculation

* * * *
The Chatter of a Busy Mind.

* * * *
The Lesson of Hope

* * * *
The Lesson of Idealism

* * * *
No Prescriptions Known

* * * *
Gibberish

* * * *
More Gibberish

* * * *
And Still More Gibberish

* * * *
Less Is The New More

* * * *
Prattle

* * * *
Tripe

* * * *
Balderdash

* * * *
Balderdash,  Tripe,  Prattle, and Gibberish

* * * *
The Muddy Stream

* * * *
The Rare Bird

* * * *
Imagination’s Flurry

* * * *
Read It and Weep

* * * *
Ditty Madness

* * * *
The Immortals

* * * *
The Mortality Games

* * * *
The Immortality Games

* * * *
Connecting the Dots

* * * *
The Harbinger of Truth

* * * *
The Harbinger of Fate

* * * *
The Harbinger of Hope

* * * *
The Harbinger of Dread

* * * *
The Harbinger of Doom

* * * *
I, Hierophant

* * * *
Hell is in the Details

* * * *
The Indivisibility Game

* * * *
There Is Nothing Normal

* * * *
There Is Nothing Not Normal

* * * *
Awareness Unchained

* * * *
A Fistful of Breaths

* * * *
For a Few Breaths More

* * * *
The Good Breath, the Bad Breath, and the Ugly Breath

* * * *
Half-Baked

* * * *
Toasted

* * * *
Imagine That

* * * *
Such As It Is

* * * *
Futures Past

* * * *
Bon Voyage

* * * *
The Filament

* * * *
Ever Born, Ever Undying

* * * *
The Inexplicable You

* * * *
Time’s End

* * * *
Alas, Poor Yorick! Alas, Poor Monkey!

* * * *
Prior to Om

* * * *
The Peace of Emptiness

* * * *
A Collection of Synapses

* * * *
Gone Again

* * * *
The Abyss of Idiocy

* * * *
The Centric Clan: Ego, Ethno, Geo, Solar

* * * *
The Scalawag

* * * *
Playing to History

* * * *
Enough, Already!

* * * *
The Boy’s Life

* * * *
The Man’s Life

* * * *
The Girl’s Life

* * * *
The Woman’s Life

* * * *
More to Forget

* * * *
Yet Another Ground Hog Day

* * * *
A Web in Tatters

* * * *
The Snooze Button

* * * *
Too Hot, Too Cold, Whiners All.

* * * *
True Believer 101

* * * *
Tales of the Dead

* * * *
The Midas Touch

* * * *
The Midas Touched

* * * *
The Midas Untouched

* * * *
Midas Unchained

* * * *
Strawberry Fields Forever

* * * *
The Litany of Agony

* * * *
The Litany of Ecstasy

* * * *
A Ghost in Time

* * * *
Come What May

* * * *
The Man Behind the Curtain

* * * *
The Co-Creation

* * * *
The Co-Creators

* * * *
Co-Creators All

* * * *
Welcome to Babbleon

* * * *
The Mind Behind Rose-Colored Glasses

* * * *
Civilization, If You Can Keep It.

* * * *
Pay No Attention to That Man Behind the Curtain

* * * *
Yay Oh Yay

* * * *
The Cinderella Complex

* * * *
The Sleeping Beauty Complex

* * * *
The Prince Charming Complex

* * * *
Needs Salt

* * * *
I, Buddha

* * * *
I, Tao

* * * *
I, Shiva

* * * *
I, Brahmin

* * * *
I, Christ

* * * *
I, God

* * * *
I, Allah

* * * *
The Roving Sun

* * * *
Zen Life, Zen Death

* * * *
Zen Mike

* * * *
Ten Thousand Chapters

* * * *
Doing Buddha

* * * *
Live Long and Prosper

* * * *
It’s a Monkey Thing

* * * *
The Plagiarism of Time

* * * *
The Madness That Is Sane

* * * *
The Conniving Mind

* * * *
Witness to the Dream

* * * *
The All-Seeing Eye

* * * *
The Quantum Circle

* * * *
The Quantum Emanation

* * * *
The Messiah Complex

* * * *
No Stone Unturned

* * * *
The Martyred Messiah

* * * *
The Living Death

* * * *
The Land of Wishful Thinking

* * * *
Boggling, Indeed

* * * *
The All-Seeing Mind

* * * *
The Real You

* * * *
The Mines of Existence

* * * *
The Conditional

* * * *
The Unconditional

* * * *
The Thinker

* * * *
The Theorist

* * * *
The Scientist

* * * *
The Academic

* * * *
The Existentialist

* * * *
The Stoic

* * * *
The Fatalist

* * * *
The Ascetic

* * * *
The Celibate

* * * *
The Puritan

* * * *
The Penitent

* * * *
Ductless Glands and Viscera

* * * *
The Filters of Conception

* * * *
The Mythmaking Mind

* * * *
The End of Mind

* * * *
Give It No Name

* * * *
The Point Being?

* * * *
Detachment is Key

* * * *
Truth or Futility

* * * *
The Seven Deadlies

* * * *
Every Seed Has Its Fate

* * * *
Obnoxious Beasts

* * * *
The Accusatory Question

* * * *
Hive Earth

* * * *
The Walking Dead

* * * *
Nothing is Free

* * * *
You, Scientist

* * * *
The Freedom of Nothing

* * * *
Define Good, Define Bad

* * * *
Detachment Happens

* * * *
Flying Pigs

* * * *
The Happenstance of Evolution

* * * *
The Point Being?

* * * *
The Upper Class

* * * *
The Middle Class

* * * *
The Lower Class

* * * *
The Anonymity of Aloneness

* * * *
The Aloneness of Anonymity

* * * *
The Golden Pond of Catheters and Bedpans

* * * *
Emotional Lunacy

* * * *
We Are All Going to Die

* * * *
Dust You Ever Are

* * * *
A Mystic's Journal

* * * *
The Wordy Opus

* * * *
Stand Alone

* * * *
The End of Ambition

* * * *
Clarity

* * * *
Recon Man

* * * *
Of Angels and Demons

* * * *
The Golden Horde

* * * *
The Demon Horde

* * * *
A Different Kind of Watching

* * * *
Doubt is a Rare Commodity

* * * *
Mind Your Own Awareness

* * * *
The Halliburton Wars

* * * *
Less is More

* * * *
More is Less

* * * *
Pretty Certain

* * * *
The Freedom of Dispassion

* * * *
Name That Judas

* * * *
Name That Vanity

* * * *
My Little War

* * * *
The Creative Way

* * * *
The Tipping Point

* * * *
As If You Were Never Born

* * * *
A Sea of Metaphors

* * * *
The Vehicle of Creation

* * * *
The Immutable Abode

* * * *
The Chatter of History

* * * *
Planned Obsolescence

* * * *
The Pitter-Patter-A-Puttering Mind

* * * *
A Speck in Time

* * * *
A Light in Time

* * * *
The Imaginary Moi

* * * *
A Window of History

* * * *
A Slice of History

* * * *
A Window of Perception

* * * *
Nothing to Do

* * * *
Spelunking Eternity

* * * *
Pigs and Lipstick

* * * *
Monkeys and Lipstick

* * * *
If Pigs Could Fly

* * * *
If Monkeys Could Fly

* * * *
Of Flying Pigs and Other Winged Creatures

* * * *
Of Flying Monkeys and Other Winged Creatures

* * * *
The Good Gist, the Bad Gist, and the Ugly Gist

* * * *
A Fistful of Gists

* * * *
A Few Gists More

* * * *
Patterns All, Puppets All

* * * *
Puny World

* * * *
The End of Religion

* * * *
The Master

* * * *
The Journeyman

* * * *
The Apprentice

* * * *
Nothing Doing

* * * *
Holding Onto Nothing

* * * *
Not Holding Onto Nothing

* * * *
The Patrician

* * * *
The Plebeian

* * * *
The Plains of Banality

* * * *
The Mountains of Originality

* * * *
The Last Laugh

* * * *
Mind Without Myth

* * * *
A Soliloquy of One

* * * *
The Wisdom of Insecurity

* * * *
The Prince Games

* * * *
The Princess Games

* * * *
The Human Collusion

* * * *
The Quantum Cowboy

* * * *
The Mystical Experience

* * * *
The Baggage Train

* * * *
The No-Face Face

* * * *
The Faceless Face

* * * *
The Quantum No-Face

* * * *
The No-Face of God

* * * *
The Stillness of Eternity

* * * *
The Quantum Womb

* * * *
Drummer Boy

* * * *
The Cart Pusher

* * * *
The Prince

* * * *
The Geezer Prince

* * * *
The Princess

* * * *
The Princess Crone

* * * *
The Geezer Chronicles

* * * *
The Crone Diaries

* * * *
A Quantum of One

* * * *
The Digital Pale

* * * *
In Awareness, Be

* * * *
Lose Your Mind

* * * *
​ The Never-Ending Hypothesis

* * * *
Faking It The Best You Can

* * * *​
Be and Allow, the Highest Law

* * * *
Never Arrive

* * * *
The Puddle of Origin

​* * * *
A Pleasant Boredom

* * * *
A Tube Runs Through It​

* * * *
The Dystopian Reckoning

* * * *
The Speculative Mind

* * * *
What’s to Save?

* * * *
To Thine Own Self Be True

* * * *
The Gist Chronicles

* * * *
The Little Death

* * * *
The Philanthropy Game

* * * *
Who Was That Masked Man?

* * * *
The Cynic's Cynic

* * * *
Can You Hear Me Now?

* * * *
Stop Holding Your Breath

* * * *
The Jungle Born

* * * *
The Winds of Imagination

* * * *
The Winds of Consciousness

* * * *
Gumption & Grit

* * * *
The cynic's cynic, I am, I am.

* * * *
Faking it as only a faker can.

* * * *
Pretty good, holmes, pretty good.

* * * *
Pleasantly bored.

* * * *
Raising the Dead and Other Parlor Tricks

* * * *​
The Gift Horse

* * * *
Science and the Electromagnetic Veil

* * * *
Quantum Entanglement

* * * *
The Green Pea Singularity

* * * *
The Holographic Principal

* * * *
Grist for the Mill

* * * *
Pain: The Constant Companion

* * * *
Why So Serious?

* * * *
The Chromosome Shuffle

* * * *
The Blue Pill Void

* * * *
The Hobby

* * * *
The Distraction

* * * *
Cutting to the Gist

* * * *
Quantum Design


* * * *
* * * *
* * * *


COROLLARIES


Hamlet:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy;
He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs?
Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Yaj Ekim's Corollary:
Poof!

* * * *
Aldous Huxley:
What we feel and think and are is to a great extent
determined by the state of our ductless glands and viscera.
Yaj Ekim's Corollary:
So it wasn’t the Devil that made you do it.

* * * *
Latin Proverb:
De gustibus non est disputandum
(Ain't no accounting for taste)
Yaj Ekim's Corollary:
For brains, neither.​

​* * * *​
Miguel Ángel Ruiz’s Five Agreements:
1. Be impeccable with your word.
2. Don't take anything personally.
3. Don't make assumptions.
4. Always do your best.
5. Be skeptical, but learn to listen.
Yaj Ekim's Corollary:
Good luck with that.

* * * *
Old Adage:
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never harm you.
Yaj Ekim's Corollary:
And when you do let words hurt, what is it that is hurting but vain self-imagery,
All the self-deceits, all the insecurities about your fictional persona,
That spin their way to suffering of the imaginary kind.


* * * *
* * * *
* * * *


POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS


Home Again, Naturally

* * * *
I came, I saw, I died

* * * *
Lived and learned, died anyway

* * * *
See ya in hell, boys and girls.
No, wait, aren't we already here?

* * * *
Bon voyage

* * * *
Go away kid, ya bother me

* * * *
One life is more than enough

* * * *
Now only worms and crawly things have to put up with me

* * * *
Michael Jay Holshouser

Also known as:
Zen Mike
Jester Amok
The Joyful Curmudgeon
Andrew James Kurtz
Yaj Ekim
M

November 14, 1953
to
???

Forklift Driver
Taxi Cab Driver
Philosopher
Madman
Fool


* * * *
* * * *
* * * *


BREADCRUMBS


Oopsie, another concussion rocks my world, my universe, in this, the fourth quarter of losing game.
Fortunately, I do not need that part of the brain, that part of the mind, to function full-go anymore.

* * * *
Another stonecutter daily chipping away in the mind of existence.

* * * *
Just not interested
In any more dog and pony shows,
Carny acts of the manifest kind, if you get the drift.

* * * *
Some call it god; I call it mystery.

* * * *
The Tralfamadorians know of what I speak.

* * * *
Of intimate, co-dependent relationships at this writing: too much work, too much bother.

* * * *
One life is more than enough.

* * * *
Wandering about the insatiable ductless-glands-and-viscera-blue-pill world.

* * * *
Nothing I need to say or do or be.
Nothing I need to see or hear or smell or taste or feel.
I am done and undone for all time.

* * * *
If there is a way to fuck things up, what a knack I have always had finding it.

* * * *
Well, it made sense at the time.​

* * * *
Kept the day job.

​* * * *​
Leaving a few chips on the table for the Ferryman is an option.

* * * *
So bored, the tears are all dried up.

* * * *
A master of no-who, no-what, no-where, no-when, no-why, no-how.

* * * *
The imaginary moi awakens to a new day.

* * * *
Still walking on the green side of grass, this side of nothing.

* * * *
I, Chameleon

* * * *
Another ditty lost in the filament of mind.

* * * *
What effort it sometimes takes
To continue fabricating this universe,
For which there is less and less and less appetite.

* * * *
Not sure what that’s supposed to do for me, but it doesn’t.

* * * *
No, I don’t want to care about that.

* * * *
It is not for me to know whether or not these words will pass into time.

* * * *
I leave you neither ist nor ism,
Nor anything else to which you might vainly cling.
I leave you nothing to believe in, nothing to embrace, nothing to hope for.
I leave you to alone wander the long and winding pathless path through the fires of a mind never born.
I leave you to alone discern the awareness of the mystery that you truly are:
That which has no name, needs no name;
That which is timelessly sovereign, timelessly free;
That to which the bothers of mind have no meaning whatsoever.

* * * *​
Nothing interests me.

* * * *
Jesus Christos, the bullshit just doesn’t end.

* * * *
Partaking the dream one sip at a time.

* * * *
I bask in envy.

* * * *
The puttering guy leaps into yet another meaningless project.

* * * *
Maybe I'll get to it tomorrow, or maybe a day or three after that.

* * * *
The go-between of no-between is anybody’s guess.
Nonsensical as it sounds even to me,
I wrote it down anyway,
Just in case it makes sense to someone.

* * * *
I have made every effort to make this about you,
When it is ultimately all about the me that is you.

* * * *
Sure are a lot of things that don't much matter anymore, and the list longer everyday.

* * * *
Meme Michael

* * * *
Nothing I care to more than imagine doing.

* * * *
I am unknown because the stage has not called, and I am not unhappy about that.
What need have I for that degree of intrigue, that play of power and fame and fortune?
I who am but the timeless stillness of awareness; I who am the source of all, alone and free.

* * * *
The best revenge may be to let the quarry live out their existence in a wheelchair.

* * * *
Survived another day, whoo-hoo.

* * * *
In the tranquility of dark starry nights,
I wander alone the long, winding country lanes,
Waiting for the Mothership to return and take me home.

* * * *
I, Hierophant

* * * *
Stretching the mind one ditty at a time.

* * * *
If perchance there is a god, a supreme being of one ilk or another,
Then he-she-it and I are going to have a serious discussion
Before I’m exiled to an even lower rung of hell.

* * * *
Each and every ditty is a sovereign island unto itself.
To compare, to combine, is to miss the pointless point.

* * * *
If I didn't do it, or couldn't do it,  I imagined it.
And if I didn't imagine it, so-well-oh-well, no big deal.

* * * *
Another day of snap-crackle-pop joy, yay oh yay.

* * * *
If there's more, great, sort of; it there's not, no big deal.

* * * *
Gradually, bit by bit, step by step,
The me-myself-and-I mind born of time,
Is dissolving back into the great indivisibility.

* * * *
Ran into the Buddha on the road the other day, and he be dead.

* * * *
Is it yesterday or tomorrow? I cannot remember, Ollie.

* * * *
The Dude abides.

* * * *
This mortal shell has indeed become a torture chamber.
The absence of pain and bother is pleasure anymore.
Oh, pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, sloth;
Where is thy scalawagian transcendence, now?

* * * *
Other than being creator-witness to this subjective theater,
This old boy is pretty darned useless to this world anymore.

* * * *
The Opus of the Devils Tower

* * * *
Drifting along, as nonchalant as mind allows.

* * * *
‘Tis up to you to find me, and no worries if it doesn’t call you.

* * * *
Michael's Way

* * * *
Playing to the audience of me-my-Self-and-I in the moiville of time,
Makes for a purer abstract of whatever thoughts come to mind.
It avoids the politics of trying to appease any given crowd.
Yielding to any meme, any groupthink, any limitation,
No matter how minimal, only muddies the streaming flow.

* * * *
Retirement is making it up one day at a time.

* * * *
So many lives in just this one.
Is there be any thought, any deed, left undone?
Is there any stone left unturned?

* * * *
Am I wise?
Am I kind?
Am I good?
Am I patient?
Am I rational?
Am I intelligent?
Am I compassionate?
Am I benevolent?
Am I immortal?
Am I truthful?
Sometimes.

* * * *
The world reminds me yet again why I am oftentimes happier alone.

* * * *
And these are the people we follow? Seriously!?

* * * *
Who but me could ever read all this, much less write it.
An inexplicable, inordinate, unexpected fate, to be sure.

* * * *
The three vanities: power and fame and fortune, are not more me.
Like dogs and cats and sundry other critters, I prefer napping.

* * * *
Love is so droll.

* * * *
Just hanging out, waiting for the Reaper.

* * * *
Sharing my process, my awakening, one ditty at a time.

* * * *
Whatever disorders of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual sort that harbor within:
Neurocognitive, schizophrenic, dissociative, obsessive-compulsive, depression,
Impulse-control, posttraumatic stress, bipolar, conduct, personality,
And yadda yadda everything else modern-day psychology might postulate,
They continue to give rise to a never-ending scroll of wordplay in the given daze.

* * * *
You’re both right and you’re both wrong,
My father used to say when my sister and I
Would quibble over one inanity or another.

* * * *
If there is a god, I can hardly wait to punch him/her/it in the nose.

* * * *
The other is hereby banished to the otherworld.

* * * *
Would that I could be as aloof as my zeal for truth would have me be.

* * * *
So the fuck what.

* * * *
You are lead dreamer in your cosmos, and I in mine.
Would that we were both fully awakened
That we might see together
How equal all things truly are.

* * * *
An entirely original creation, a gift for the future to translate, or not.
It is not a crystal ball; just a variety of ponderings from a guy
Who feels called to scribble down the random thought.
Art is its own reward.

* * * *
Content and at peace with my Self?
Well, sometimes, yes, sometimes, no.

* * * *
Sometime back in the early years after college,
As awareness of the world and all its horrors grew daily greater,
I told my mother that if I had a button I could push to wipe away all of humankind,
And give this spinning orb back to all our fellow earthlings, I would push it without a second thought.
But, other than mutually assured nuclear annihilation, there is no button of that sort,
And so, instead, a life of contemplation, and perhaps one day, suicide.
Much simpler to die to the world than push any button,
And that is certainly no simple task, either.

* * * *
If not careful, the man who lets a woman cut his hair
Will become a cart-pushing, garage-dwelling wraith.

* * * *
“The Bad Penny,” Lee Hoffmann used to call me.

* * * *
My sixth grade James Bondian spy organization when I was wearing glasses:
SPECS: The Special Executive for Espionage, Counterintelligence, and Spies

* * * *
And why would you even begin to believe, to imagine,
That I was at all interested in being your idea of normal?

* * * *
Be sure to clearly realize that I am just as mentally deranged as anyone else.
A fair dollop of rationality laced with all the same passion and turmoil and vexation
As any other human who has ever roamed this three-dimensional dream of space and time.
All these thoughts are merely the aptitude to step back and articulate all the adventures endured.

* * * *
Thinking about shutting it down.
Plenty more-than-enough-way-too-much
For anyone to gorge in this or any other round.

* * * *
To call the United States of America either a democracy or a republic,
To call it anything but a mammon-worshipping corporate oligarchy,
Is to blindly, absurdly, gloss over the bitterly harsh, often cruel reality,
That it has become little more than a greed-serving, dystopian war machine,
Raining destruction down upon innocents and enemies alike all across the planet.

* * * *
A silly mistake for which I am running out of patience.

* * * *
Oh for that time machine to be able to watch how it all unravels

* * * *
A work scribed by the fluid spontaneity of the unknown,
Given over to the vagaries of time-bound consciousness.

* * * *
Another round of coffee shop musing
Once again setting the world aright.

* * * *
I, awareness.

* * * *
The world I would save was undone
Many thousands of years before humankind
Learned the secrets of fire and steel.

​* * * *
Soundly ignored, I am, and not at all unhappy about it.

* * * *
I am awareness, you are awareness,
The entire manifest dreamtime is awareness,
All the same, all alone, all together, forever, such as it is.

* * * *
Just another monkey putting in his time, serving his sentence.

* * * *
I could inhale the universe if my tummy weren’t so tiny.

* * * *
Watching, watching, always watching.

* * * *
All these many thoughts are my gift to the dystopian future, assuming, of course,
There is still anyone around to read it, and computers to read it on.
Keep an eye out for the Dead Sea Scrolls hard copy.

* * * *
Doing nothing as time allows.

* * * *
Many times I do not realize the clarity, the subtlety, of things I have written,
Until I am re-reading them, oftentimes several years later.
“Who was that masked man?” I wonder.

* * * *
The temptation to erase it all is hatching.

* * * *
Soon enough, I shall join the graveyard of dead philosophers,
And all this absurd babble will play to what end I need neither know nor care.
Likely as not, it will evaporate back into the prior-to-consciousness abyss all but unknown,
And the human species shall continue racing madly toward the dualistic destiny
Ordained by its vanity-laced Darwinian genomic predisposition,
Which is so oh-well-so-it-goes-deal-with-it-get-over-it-move-on the way it is,
In the grand schemelessness of all things manifestly grist-for-the-mill eternally indivisible.

* * * *
Well past need, or even want for that matter.

* * * *​
Sure, precise definitions are important in the Ivory Tower,
But here on the given street, any sordid generalization will do.

* * * *
Iconoclast, critic, skeptic, heretic,
Unbeliever, dissident, dissenter, infidel, rebel, renegade, mutineer:
Yet another ditty from the coffee shop philosopher guy,
A street-level critical thinker with a view.

* * * *
How I long for the old school daze,
Before all this inane technology overtook our lives,
When I could roam blissfully unaware, unconcerned, untroubled,
About what anyone else was doing or thinking, or whether or not they even existed.

* * * *
Sun warming the front, a lazy cool breeze to the rear,
I am it, and it is me, the wind betwixt and between.

* * * *
Ooh, what's under that stone?​

* * * *
Sugar and spice and all things nice? ... Not.

* * * *
Nothing to do?  And what's the problem with that again?

* * * *
To all Christians and other faithful true believers,
While you have paid out ten percent of your hard-earned treasury
To sit in hard wooden pews, listen to mind-numbing sermons, and sing tedious hymns,
Pretending to love people you loathe, fearing a deity who is but an invention of irrational imagination,
Idolizing a martyr long dead that you might well detest if he were to actually show up,
I have spent many a Sunday sunrise enjoying long, contemplative wanders,
Breathing in and breathing out the one and only true cathedral.

* * * *
Sometimes this mind, this body, this world, this universe,
Feels like such a prison, to which death can be the only release.
Do it figuratively, do it literally, what matter in the dust-to-dust of it.

* * * *
How interesting it would be to be the fly on the wall,
Witnessing a detailed autopsy on this poor old cadaver.
The nervous system has certainly played a symphony in it.

* * * *
Zen Mike, Gregg Payne used to call me during the Chico years.

* * * *
A scrapbook of the time in mind.

* * * *
Mad? You call me mad?
Well, my fine friend, that’s no great distinction in an insane asylum.

* * * *
It took a long time in earth years to figure out my calling in this mortal existence,
Which, of course, provided a larger frame of reference, more writing material,
From which to articulate clarity and insight to an all but empty auditorium.

* * * *
More experiences lend themselves to more contemplation,
Which morph into more metaphors, more analogies, more ironies, more paradoxes,
Which means more opportunities to play with vocabulary and grammar.
Which is akin to fun, such as it is, for this a-puttering mind.

* * * *
All this random babble has been scribed over a period of going-on thirty years.
Apologies for all the repetition, but it is more a journal of whatever springs into mind,
Than it is any kind of cohesive narrative, or cohesive anything, for that or any other matter.
Basically, it all boils down to this fact: You are the indivisible, timeless mystery,
And for all practical and impractical purposes, you are on you own.
Rotsa ruck, best wishes, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

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Response to Ross Avila asking about whether or not I had suffered in my quest:

There’s a dark side to meditation that no one talks about

Have definitely had my times of agony and ecstasy.  The mind is quite adept at torturing itself in every way imaginable.  We are all mentally disordered to some degree by my reckoning.  To be totally detached, and still be in the world, is only for the rare few, and even those few likely suffer at times if they are at all honest about it.  The collusion of identify that our kind has orchestrated in its ascendance from the jungle has brokered every possible illusion and delusion that imagination can imagine.  And the day ain't over.

The brain is an apparatus that evolved to survive a world far different from the overpopulated, so-called civilized one our tool-making ability has unleashed.  I think the source of our rampant mental illness is the obvious fact that we are no longer living in the relatively simple garden that created us, and it is just too much for many if not all minds to easily wrap their heads around.

The mind is a tool, and when contemplation and meditation begin to examine that device, what it is, and all the assumptions it has made in formulating its world, its universe, things can get a bit iffy.  To go all the way, to achieve a state of illumination, requires the doubt, the aloofness, of an unflinching scientist bent on truth.  It is a journey which few begin, much less finish.  Many are called, few are chosen, and even fewer volunteer.

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Response to a movie trailer video sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

The Red Pill (2017)

Looks interesting, but I don't have Amazon Prime, so I'll catch it when it comes out on Netflix, or maybe on Youtube if it shows up there.

The whole battle of the sexes thing is pretty much a non-issue for me at this writing.  I'm no longer in the work place, feel no need to die for any nation state or belief system, am all but done with women for anything but light banter, and have absolutely no interest in joining any movement or group.  I retain absolute power over my inner world, and do not require the sanction of any man or any woman to live out what's left of my existence freely, and in peace.

Along with reading some of the men's books you've previously mentioned, I gave a men’s group a short try back during the college years in Chico, and my observation with it and some other group discussion experiences, including Christian bible groups, is that they tend to process the same things over and over, and end up promoting weakness and disempowerment.  And I have never been interested in being a sheep in anyone's flock.

Did you ever read "Iron John" by Robert Bly?  Haven't looked at it for years, but my takeaway memory on it is that a boy must steal the key from under his mother's pillow, and never give it away to any other woman.  If you do, my experience is that they will both weaken you, slow you down, and as the song goes, take your soul if you let them.  Only the rare woman will ever even begin to comprehend or appreciate a man's world.  From my perspective, it's a waste of time to even bother trying to explain or justify the perception of maleness this meat machine has formulated.  It doesn’t make me a misogynist; it just means the given anatomy, the given sensory play, no long hypnotizes me, no longer inspires me to dance a dance, to play a game, in which I am no longer interested.

Iron John: A Book About Men

Iron John

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Response to cousin Steve Hunt in a back-and-forth about an article I sent him:

Contaminants in water are legal but still pose big health risks, environmental group says

The chemistry we have unleashed across the planet in the last century or so is yet another major aspect of the unfolding nightmare for the future.  The Central Valley is a toxic waste bin, and having lived in it most my life, it is a wonder I'm still on the walking side of grass.  One of the top reasons I long to move further north is to get to someplace with "cleaner" air and water.

* * * *
Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt with a comment that he finds it ironic and hypocritical that someone is fired because he questions his company’s diversity policy:


The tyranny of political correctness.

* * * *
Response to cousin Steve Hunt in a back-and-forth about an article I sent him:

Why Loneliness Is a Public Health Threat

I think technology has made many realize how lonely they are, and stoke it as never before.

* * * *
Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

The secret to office happiness isn’t working less—it’s caring less

Each of us has to find our own way in dealing with everyone else – parents, mates, children, bosses, coworkers, priests, politicians, one-percenters, whatever – telling us what to do or how to live.  It's not easy standing alone free and clear.  Never had much ambition for this or any other world, so I've managed to remain relatively detached much of this inane life.  Buddha caught it with his third noble truth.

* * * *
Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

A Quantum Theory of Consciousness

I, Quantum

* * * *
Response to cousin Steve Hunt in a back-and-forth about an article I sent him:

An Audi commercial in China compared women to used cars. It didn’t go well.

The thing to remember about the male-female partnership is that it evolved back when we were indigenous, and suited survival in a perilous analog world.  Civilization, and all its technologies and prescribed memes, have made it all but unendurable to anyone who is not willing to slave away their existence for the sake of their genetic coding.

* * * *
Part of a back-and-forth on article sent to Patrick Newman:

California housing crisis spurring lawmakers into action

Monopoly is my go-to metaphor.  In any win-lose game, there are winners, and there are losers.  And, given the extremes to which human greed has played out over and over since long before any history was written, once everything's bought up, what happens to those who never even had a chance to roll the dice?  Feudalism, enslavement, migration, revolt, death.  It's all so inevitable.

* * * *
Response to an article sent by Patrick Newman on the state of the world:

Chilean Economist Manfred Max-Neef: US Is Becoming an "Underdeveloping Nation"

You can teach trivia, you can teach regurgitation, but you can't teach critical thinking, you can't teach wisdom.

How fascinating it is to have lived through the rise and decline of the most powerful nation state the world has ever, and likely will ever see again.  Hoping it doesn't collapse while I'm still in the game, but oh well if it does.

* * * *
Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

Women and Men Die of Different Causes in Middle Age 

Likely a helium tank or something gunpowder-ish for me on that day when things get too bothersome to endure anymore.  Will probably need to go out with a few chips on the table to assure I don’t accidently get stuck in the limbo of a rest home Alzheimer's unit staring at the walls for as long as this already bothersome body carries on.  What a horror show so many play out because they are afraid to let go.

* * * *
Response to being blocked on Facebook by longtime online friend, Sandra Heber-Percy, a.k.a. Sandra Ma, who was born in Italy, but left her family to be a sannyasi in India many moons ago.  I had been posting some things on her Facebook wall that she felt would upset many of her less-awakened acquaintances.  Many of them are in the “devotion stage, or kindergarten of dos and don'ts,” she wrote.  “Sandra has to be careful.”  In our back and forth she stated that there are periods of life in which those awakening try to awaken others.  “I had my period 15 years back; now I am too old to try and tickle the world with Truth more than mildly as a pastime.”

I'm probably a little more wild than I should be on my side of the world.  Expecting to get shot any day now by some Christian zealot for all my blaspheme about the Son of Santa Claus.  That or some dull, rusty knife-work by the Muslim version of true-believership.  We awaken at our own peril.

Truth goes well with my morning coffee shop​ time.  And after saving the world an average of at least three times over with other regulars of many persuasions that haphazardly stop by, I retire to my hammock, a few chores, some food, and later to the club across the street for a mild workout and swim, followed by more food and a movie.  I usually share an afternoon or evening meal, and maybe a movie or sporting match, with me almost 88-year old Mum at least once a week.  Through it all, occasionally jotting down the ditty or three​ that spontaneously pop into mind for the next day's coffee klatsch.  About 150 pages so far this year, largely unread and unknown, which, ​as you well understand,​ is all right by me.  It’s all so passé anymore, anyway.  So, pleasantly bored, I am, abiding this world until it has had its fill of me, and finally lets me go home.

The Unfolding Next Round

* * * *
Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

Former Facebook Executive Antonio Garcia Martinez Predicts Collapse Of Civilization Within 30 Years
http://www.inquisitr.com/4411550/former-facebook-executive-antonio-garcia-martinez-predicts-collapse-of-civilization-within-30-years/

He's more optimistic than I am.

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Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

PhD students have double the risk of developing a psychiatric disorder than the rest of the 'highly educated' population
http://www.businessinsider.com/phd-students-could-face-significant-mental-health-problems-2017-8

It just does not pay to be either too smart or too stupid in this insane asylum.  Learn to breathe in, breathe out, I say, and let go what does not matter, which by my middle-way reckoning at this writing, is a fair portion of all of it.

* * * *
Response to cousin Steve Hunt's sending the links to books on the competition between men and women:

The Red Pill
http://theredpillmovie.com/

The Myth of Male Power
http://www.warrenfarrell.org/

Who Stole Feminism?
https://www.amazon.com/Who-Stole-Feminism-Women-Betrayed/dp/0684801566/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1501887792&sr=1-2

We will see how powerful women are when things really go down.  The duplicity of civilization's political correctness allows them to pretend they are more than they are, more than they ever can be.  Let them pretend, I say, let them have all the rope they want, and see what they do when the noose rests about their pretty little necks, and the boys their mothers bred are too impotent to pry it off.

Who builds the roads and bridges and buildings and dams? Who mines the coal or mans the oil rigs?  Who lifts and carries the heavy loads?  Who fights the wars?  And on and on and on.  Women are good at stirring froth and nurturing the young, but it is men who bend steel, carve wood, tunnel into the earth, and fend off the beasts.

* * * *
​Response to cousin Steve Hunt, who suffers from CFS, in a back-and-forth about an article I sent him:

Scientists Edge Closer To Elusive Lab Test For Chronic Fatigue Syndrome 

The trouble with science is that many so-called scientists are often unable to grasp there are some things that cannot be easily measured, or may be completely immeasurable, but that does not mean something is not real.  Sometimes the question, the hypothesis, is not large or small enough for the answer.  The true scientist never assumes a final conclusion.

* * * *
Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:


The reality is that we are all ultimately very much alone.  Our tribal instincts, our socialization as a species is nothing more than evolutionary wiring.  The challenge is to realize it at such a level as to be alonely, not lonely.  It is a sovereign state of mind that does not dread solitude.

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Response to an article sent by Ninos David​:

Greece: A (Basket) Case Study In Savage Globalization

The irony, of course, is that it was the Greeks -- Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Thucydides, Herodotus, Athens, Sparta, Alexander -- that set Western Civilization in motion, and began the conquest and colonization of the world by taking down Persia and Egypt.  Yet for the Greeks to think they are more disenfranchised than anyone else is absurd.  Across the world, billions of people are living out harsh lives with no hope of ever freeing themselves from the chains of powerlessness, of despair and futility, created by the inherent violence of greed.  “Poor me, poor us” will be an echo across the world for the rest of human history.  And as for the violence, I suspect we have only scratched the surface of the horrors this century and beyond will witness.

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Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

Is Marriage Improving Your Health? 

Define health.

And what of happiness?

My observation of married men is that they live in a state of trepidation: "Let me see what the wife thinks" or "I don't think the wife would like that." or "Let me see if the wife has anything planned."  And why is it so many practically live out in their garage?  

Marriage might work for many men, but I have no doubt I am much healthier and happier flying solo.  Can't tell you how many have said to me, "You're lucky."

​* * * *​
Back and forth with Sarlo regarding his guru rating service website:​

Sarlo's Guru Rating Service

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Howdy Ekim,

The wheels of Guru Ratings grind slow these days but I've got around to listing you today, on my Literature page at http://www3.telus.net/public/sarlo/RatingsL.htm, and the New Listings page and alphabetical listings lead there.

Best Wishes on your continued sojourning, Sarlo

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Sarlo,

Your website, grind that I can understand it being by now, has always been an enjoyable wander, and I thought it would be amusing to at least get an honorable mention in the rankings of absurdity, so thanks.  Can't say I'm much of a guru/philosopher in any sort of big way by any means.  Life just sort of gradually shaped this mind into the thinker/writer zone, and for the last 25 years it has been something of a hobby to scribble down the ditties that always seem to pop into mind in the here and there.  Not at all interested in setting up an ashram or creating some traveling salvation show.  Way too many doing the glossy marketing thing already by my reckoning, and not always to right purpose as you have many times pointed out.  Plus I value anonymity and solitude way too much to give it up for all the bother of wandering stages, hawking books, and comforting the weepy.  So, silly as it all is in this vanity faire, putting it out there no-charge on the web in these-our-modern-times has been the obvious compromise.

Thanks for doing what you do.  Keep on keeping on as best ye may.

Best wishes,

M

The Stillness Before Time

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Hey, hey, Sarlo,

Another round of silliness coming at you.  Two score and fifteen-ish pages parlayed into five chapters, all posted in Breadcrumbs:  Leftovers I, Leftover II (One-Liners), Possible Titles, Corollaries, and Possible Last Words & Epitaphs.  Randomly pick thoughts from the two Leftover sections are being used to wrap the “Ponderings of Yaj Ekim” book that I’ve been slowly putting together.  Am aiming for 501 pages, 480 already uploaded.  Eventually, there will a downloadable PDF on the website, and maybe a self-published version with an ISBN number for sale on Amazon if I get to it.

Breadcrumbs

The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim

Enjoy the day.

M

P.S.  This for you from the Corollaries section:

Sarlo:
Effing the Ineffable.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
Effing away.

And from Possible Titles:
The Halls of Sarlo

P.P.S.  Feel free to tell me to stop if you're not into getting these random dittyfests.  One of these daze mayble I'll just turn off the faucet, but for now it is, as I said before, an interesting pastime.

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Howdy Mike,

Thanks in return for your enjoyable replies and the link. Calling what you "do" a hobby (sans horse of course) looks like a detached but useful perspective and yes, it's good to "give something back" to the whole. Nice that you've found that balance.

Namaste, Sarlo

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Response to Ronald Arrington's sending "Today's Daily Scripture" on unmasking Lucifer's tricks and lies:

I am awareness, alone and absolute.  The dualistic notions of gods and devils, good and evil, right and wrong, and all the other countless fear-ridden concoctions of human consciousness, of human imagination, are not a reality for me.

But thanks for sharing.

Enjoy the day.

Ciao ciao,

M

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Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

The Uninhabitable Earth

Yet another round of mental masturbation that concludes with the pitiful, absurdly delusional four-letter H-word:  Hope.

Even if everyone woke up to climate change – which they're not going to do – and made some heroically significant changes to their lifestyle and breeding practices – which they're not going to do – and all the one-percenters and their minions set aside their greed – which they're not going to do – and all the politicians and lobbyists and donors stopped being corrupt and happily worked together – which they're not going to do -- and all the nation states across the world turned off their war machines – which they're not going to do – and scientists and technicians and industrialists managed to close the freezer door – which they're not going to do ... and on and on and on ... ad infinitum.

In other words, the dystopian reckoning is coming, so keep your powder dry, and make sure you save one bullet.

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Response to cousin Steve Hunt in a back-and-forth about an article I sent him:

There’s a dark side to meditation that no one talks about

To me the meditative, contemplative life, is a solo act.  I don't do groups unless a paycheck is involved.  Too much bullshit anytime you hook up with anything organized.

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Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

Humans Are Genetically Predisposed to Kill Each Other

No boubt adout it in my mind.  It is only because of consequences (e.g., San Quentin) that a fair number of people are still alive in my trail of existence.  I am a natural born killer who chooses not to.

Revenge has a long memory, I always say.  I suspect the trick to not getting caught carrying out any act of passion, is setting aside the passion, and coming up with a solid plan that includes things like no smoking gun, no fingerprints, no DNA, an alibi, and plausible deniability.  There are a fair share of perfect crimes committed daily by those who give it careful thought.  Politicians and bankers and bureaucrats are first and foremost examples.

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​Response to Patrick Newman regarding his advocacy for the homeless in Chico:

I admire that you are willing to put yourself in the line of fire, and though I'm plenty ornery, I've never enjoyed being on stage, much less walking around on it with a target on my back.  Besides which, there are just too many friggin’ issues to pick just one, and there is no happy ending to any of them in this eye.  I’m frankly just too fried with the human drama, my bullshit included, to want to spend a lot of time caring anymore.  Except for the occasional spontaneous, anonymous act – I don’t do tax deductions – my words are about as involved as I get.  Very few read them, and that's all right by me.  Trump and the Kardashians can have all limelight that the world so willingly gives them.

Breadcrumbs: The Unfolding Next Round

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Response to Patrick Newman on the human paradigm:

It's been interesting being a human being, but I won't miss us.

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Response to a Youtube video sent by Jeremiah Fair:

Richard Rohr: Becoming Stillness

Just finished listening to the Richard Rohr clip.  Definitely makes some interesting points, but his talking about the timeless stillness, the formless indivisibility of the mystery within and without, left me as always wondering why anyone who grasps the irony and paradox of it all, would ever need to believe in any god, ever need to belong to any religion, ever need to pray for any this or that, or ever need to partake in any idolatry of thought or form.  Surely, the fearlessness, the absoluteness, the indelible grace, of the timeless awareness, the eternal nowness prior to consciousness, is more than enough for anyone who has discerned the mystery firsthand.

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Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

How Loneliness Begets Loneliness

Good article, well worth passing on, but not a major issue for me.  Ultimately, from my perspective we're all very much alone, so the trick is to discern the grace in being "alonely."  I've always been a self-sufficient sociable loner – being raised on a farm no doubt played a big part in learning to enjoy my solitude – and it's generally been relatively easy to chatter away with friends, acquaintances, and strangers.  Hanging out at coffee shops and the gym offer all kinds of regular interactions, and my philosophical view and writing, as well as all the online silliness, have provided outlets, as well.  "To have friends, you have to be a friend," is a line I heard years ago, and it has served me well.

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Response to Bart Marshall about his current projects, and how I started writing:

It's been a few years since I read the Bhagavad Gita, so I'll be looking forward to it.  Spent some time this morning reading up on the other thinkers you mentioned.  Though I hadn't heard of J.J. van der Leeuw, I'm familiar with the Theosophical Society and Krishnamurti, who was one of the early influences in the post-college era.  I attended a few of his talks in Ojai in the late 70's, and taught 5th grade a couple years at Oak Grove School after his death in the late 80's.  During the second year I finally hit the world-weary wall, and that, coupled with a concussion and fellow teacher giving me a copy of Nisargadatta's "I Am That," reset the course into seer-mode and all the many adventures and writings since.

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Response to cousin Steve Hunt on the state of things:

We're all slaves to one thing or another in this sorry-ass one-percenter world, and many if not most are far lower on the totem pole than you or I.

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Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

Third Way Man: How Your Soul Dies

INFINITE MOTIVATION for only $10!  Step right up, folks!  Step right up!

Thanks for sharing, but I don't think I'm one of the chosen few.  I've had plenty of fire-in-the-belly times, plenty of most-excelling adventures, plenty of creation-preservation-destruction moments, for my purpose.  Don't feel the need to be inspired any more.  Don't need or want to care that much.  Don't need or want to pretend there's something to hope for in the dark clouds we both see forming much closer than the horizon.  Guess you could say I’m feeling more than a little done with our kind.  I wish everyone well, but I’m over us.  Good luck to the progeny who've got more years to face, more "skin in the game" than you and I, is all I have to offer.

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Response to Ninos David's comment:  We are living in very strange times, and among very strange and dangerous creatures, which are conducive to mental health issues.

Destiny is all, and we've both seen and done plenty in our little window of time.  All we have left to do is stay vigilant, locked and loaded, and watch and wait as our fate plays out.  The challenge in whatever time is left is to maintain the best quality of life the body and mind allow.

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Response to Patrick Newman on Christianity and history:

Two thousand years and counting, I always say.  The joke is on us that we allow history from thousands of years ago to steer this our modern world.  Boggling.

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Response to cousin Steve Hunt on computers and technology:

I long for the simplicity and tranquility of Old School.  What a blessing it was to wander about alone and unburdened by the weight of the world in all the many screens.

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Response to Berj Moosekian regarding the Buddha quest:

Was thinking after you left, that the Buddha quest is less about consciousness experiencing something more-more-more, than it is simply being free of a sense of identity, free of all the conditioning. free of all the delusion, free of all the inanity, free of all the weight of pretending to be a human being.  It is simply about being the awareness, unchained, at peace in the given moment.

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Response to an article sent by cousin Steve Hunt:

Stress really is killing us

Pretty astounding what hells our minds can create.  Just started Year Eight in my zen-guy retirement on April 1st.  Still feel some of the angst of the working world, but not near what goes on for you and all the folks in Silicon Valley.  I think being raised the son of a poor white farmer in a small rural town created far fewer expectations than you felt in your domain.  I tried to play the ambition game, but never really had the fire in the belly to take it far.

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Response to Cliff McFelter regarding Donald Trump’s rise to power:

You've ranted well everything I've been thinking.  It's just too fucking crazy for words.  And me in Turlock, surround by Trumpites.  Some friendships are definitely getting stretched.  This must be how many looked at Hitler and Mussolini in their rise to power.  How long Trump will last has got to be a bet in Las Vegas.  Who knows, teflon-coated as he is, he may even get through this four years, and go for eight.  The foolishness, the stupidity of our electorate leaves all possibilities on the table.  It just shows the failure of our educational system that the memes of ignorance are as strong, if not stronger than ever.

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Response to cousin Steve Hunt regarding detachment:

I've come to see it all as a ceaseless rolodex of irony and paradox for everyone at every level in every way.  And I well know how hard it is to play the detached game when you're swimming with sharks in the deep end.  In his bid for enlightenment and inner peace, Siddhartha, who could have been a warrior king, chose to be a deadbeat dad, living homeless in forests and parks, playing god to a court of jesters.  Not a role for which most have aptitude, much less aspiration.

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P.S.  Regarding the name Yaj Ekim ... It is just a reverse spelling on the first and middle names ... Michael Jay Holshouser ... Mike Jay ... Yaj Ekim.  Coincidently, make of it what you will, Yaj is an Indian boy’s name meaning worshipper, sacrifice, another name for Shiva, a sage.  And Ekim is a Turkish name for October meaning “sowing” (of seeds).

Yaj: ​
Indian boy’s name
Worshipper, Sacrifice, Another name for Shiva, A sage

Ekim:
Turkish name for October
Turkish origin, meaning “sowing” (of seeds)


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