Breadcrumbs: The Unfolding Next Round - 07/02/20


Greetings,

Breadcrumbs kicked off in 2015.  This is the most current set of ponderings in process, posted here in case something beyond repair happens to this imaginary Me-My-Self-and-I.  It changes a bit every few daze, so stay tuned as interest allows.  At the close of 2020, they will be filed in their respective Breadcrumbs zones – Leftovers; Soundbites; Breadcrumbs; Corollaries; The Standard Ripostes; Possible Last Words & Epitaphs; List of Top Books for the Up and Coming; 59 Moments to The Way It Is (And Is Not); Sketches of the Once Upon a Time; The Real is Discovering Series; Titles, Titles & More Titles; My (Not Quite) Haiku; Conversations; Definitions – and then, if the last quarter-plus century of personal history is any indication, another round of dittyfesting will likely relatively quickly blossom from this a-scribing mind.

Link to the compendium PDF of Breadcrumbs 2015 through 2019:

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

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

Breadcrumbs 2018: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

Breadcrumbs 2019: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

Website:

The Stillness Before Time: Reflections from a Fellow Sojourner

A 53-page PDF copy can be downloaded at:

Main Blogs:

The Stillness Before Time: Reflections from a Fellow Sojourner

The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim

The Return to Wonder: Field Notes from the Unknown

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

Ciao ciao,

M


LEFTOVERS


Language, mathematics, music, are all inventions of the imaginary mind born of illusion.
They sashay through eternity’s ether like the smoke of all things earth, water, air, fire.
They persevere for only as long as imagination maintains its holographic universe.

* * * *
How is it that the eternal moment is not enough for you?
How is it that you always want more than heaven can offer?

* * * *
In all of history’s free-for-alls for democracy,
When has government of the people, by the people, for the people,
Really ever not been government of the oligarchy, by the oligarchy, for the oligarchy?

* * * *
What is this need to delineate an identity?
Words cannot even begin to broach the sovereignty
Of the awareness you every moment truly are, and are not.

* * * *
The more you know, the more you must forget.
The more you possess, the more you must discard.
The ascetic life is inclined to simplicity and freedom.

* * * *
How can that which is a temporal fabrication of analog creation
Ever fully comprehend, fully surrender, to that timelessness which is prior?
A maddening and pointless exercise to which only fools are drawn.

* * * *
What is sanity, what is insanity,
But all the standards of any given culture
Asserting this or that is or is not acceptable behavior.
Standing alone, standing sovereign, is not for the meek of spirit.

* * * *
Through all agonies, through all ecstasies,
The awareness is ever the same.
It chooses no sides, it chooses no modes.
All states of consciousness are equally transcended.

* * * *
For the awareness that is the omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent witness to stand alone,
The consciousness of imagined little self must surrender to the stillness which is absolute.

* * * *
How can you who are the unborn-undying awareness
Not be the witness within and without every seed ever born
Across the vast ever and ever of all quantum creation?
Not a string of separate lives, but an ocean of all.

* * * *
No matter how many ways
You add or subtract or multiply or divide or whatever the moment,
It is always the same.

* * * *
Awareness, consciousness, perception, memory, imagination, are one in the same, the same in one.
The cosmos is nothing more than the happenchance of quantum selection since the mystery’s origin.
To suppose some separate creator creating it all, is to misconstrue the fact that it is all very much you.
Not a point to be taken in some proud, vainglorious, narcissistic way, but one to be discerned
As the way it truly is, the way it has always truly been, the way will ever truly be.
You are source, source is you, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
The given second, the given minute, the given hour,
The given day, the given week, the given month, the given year,
The given decade, the given century, the given millennium, the given epoch,
All played out in the same awareness of the same given moment.

* * * *
The dilemma of stuff is how much time and effort and resources it can take
To purchase it, use it, maintain it, clean it, dust it, repair it, organize it, store it,
Protect it, insure it, use it, sell it, give it away, throw it away, and whatever else it.
Generally enjoyable for a time, but sooner or later something of an albatross.

* * * *
There is no history, only historians.
There is no translation, only translators.
There are no Christs, there are no Buddhas,
Only middlemen and followers and circus tents.

* * * *
Ethics in warfare is rooted in complete and utter absurdity.
If you are steadfastly resolved on annihilating an individual or group,
Why should-could-would it possibly matter how you do it?
Dead is dead, no matter the ways and means.

* * * *
Knowledge is perception recalling.
All futures are but empty speculation.
Speculation does not count as knowledge.
It utilizes knowledge to predict possibilities,
But can never transcend its veiled nature.

* * * *
To say it is all you, is not some vain reckoning, but a most hallowed fact,
To which only the most discerning, the most immaculate minds, are privy.

* * * *
Waking dreams, sleeping dreams, what different, really?
Both are fictions of consciousness, of imagination,
Of minds born of illusory quantum play.

* * * *
Any god or gods born of imaginary notion are false, meaningless idols,
Whose chief function is to feed the narcissism of the individual,
And the collective in which the individual participates.

* * * *
The ever-changing moment.
Sometimes it creates, sometimes it preserves, sometimes it destroys.
There is no knowing what will come next.

* * * *
A good day is washed away by the next.
A bad day is washed away by a good one.
Ebb and flow, always ebb and flow.

* * * *
Are you sure what you think happened, actually happened?
And then are you sure what actually happened, actually happened?
What story, what narrative, what description, what account, what chronicle, 
Can ever be as real, can ever be as true, as the original moment?

* * * *
The drive of life to sustain itself is the only real meaning and purpose.
Without it, nothing: zero, nil, zilch, void, extinction, annihilation, oblivion.

* * * *
Every moment is in quantum reality entirely unrelated to any other,
But through the timebound dream of consciousness.
All continuity is but imaginary notion.

* * * *
There is no creator, only creating; there is no destroyer, only destroying.
And they are both one in the same each and every never-changing moment.

* * * *
The Witness manifests many different ways.
Try not to get caught up in the greater or lesser game.
None of it will matter when the Reaper shows up for the harvest.

* * * *
Yet another mind grossly unhinged by industry, technology,
And all the other wayward contrivances born of the human mind.

* * * *
Who is the identity?
What is the identity?
Where is the identity?
When is the identity?
Why is the identity?
How is the identity?

* * * *
It is imagination that clings to all its imaginary notions.
Reality is ever-changing in its ever-same, indivisible way.

* * * *
The last human …will it be a man? A woman? A boy? A girl?
Who will it be? What will happen? Where will it happen?
When will it happen? Why will it happen? How will it happen?
What will be the last story of the final spark of human consciousness?

* * * *
God, as so many dualistic creeds of these modern times would have it,
Is Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Great Pumpkin,
All bundled up nice-and-tidy-and-a-tad-more-than-all-perfect into one Judge Judy.

* * * *
What happened a moment ago, what will happen a moment hence,
Is not where the wheel is hitting the road, and only imagination cares.

* * * *
Every seed is a one-time adventure.
The indelible, unborn-undying, timeless awareness
That witnesses its sensory play is, however, quite another matter.

* * * *
Each and every moment is a new beginning, a new ending.
Why believe, why imagine, you can ever hold on to anything?

* * * *
What is all philosophy but different shades of lipstick on the same mystery.
For each and every observer who might ponder it deeply, it is equally new.

* * * *
… there is but one moment …

… this moment …

… is the same as this moment …
… is the same as this moment … is the same as this moment …
… is the same as this moment … is the same as this moment … is the same as this moment …
… is the same as this moment … is the same as this moment …
… is the same as this moment …

… the one and only eternal reality …

… whatever the theater …

* * * *
Every life form is the same quantum mystery, the same awareness, indivisibly alone,
Each peering out into a completely unique, completely sovereign creation.
If you are questing an omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent god,
That grand vision of totality, which also includes you,
Is as real and true as it can ever get.

* * * *
Did something happen for a reason? Or did something just happen to happen?
Fallacies are mistaken beliefs, especially ones based on unsound argument.
Piecing together things to give meaning and purpose where none exist.
Mind is good at connecting dots, but often into great absurdities;

* * * *
You are indelible awareness.
Try not to believe what you see.
Try not to believe what you hear.
Try not to believe what you taste.
Try not to believe what you smell.
Try not to believe what you feel.
And most of all …
Try not to believe what you think.

* * * *
We are all first and last in our own little dream.
Every window of time offers its own articulation.
None are greater or lesser, despite all assertions.

* * * *
From small tribal bands to the greatest civilizations,
What has any cultural grouping ever been,
But ideas born of vanity.

* * * *
All values, all standards, all morals, all ethics, all ideals, all principles, all tenets, all beliefs,
Are subjective, arbitrary, fallacious, sentimental, distorted, idiosyncratic,
Skewed, prejudiced, colored, slanted, biased, personal.
Meaningful only to minds conditioned, habituated to believe them.

* * * *
Existence becomes a preoccupation, an obligation, a predictable routine,
A commitment to enduring endless rounds of monotony and suffering
Between relatively brief respites of what is considered exiting or pleasurable,
To what end only death (perhaps) knows, if knowledge is at all important in oblivion.

* * * *
It is imagination that clings to all its imaginary notions
Founded upon the sensory-mind quantum matrix.
Reality is ever-changing in its ever-same way.

* * * *
Neither up nor down, right nor left, forward nor backward,
Nor any other symmetrical or asymmetrical orientation, either.
You are the one and only center stage awareness peering out
Into your rendition of the sensory-mind quantum theater.

* * * *
What will the cosmos be like without you?
What will you be like without the cosmos?

* * * *
The human experience it remarkably painful, yet we endure,
And continue breeding so that the future will get its due, as well.

* * * *
Take an hour, split it in half.
Take that half and divide it in half,
And then half that half into yet another half,
And half and half and half again and again and again,
Until there is but the half-est half that half can consciously be,
And that half will still be more half than the one and only twinkling,
In which all time born of human mind imagines its measured passing to be.

* * * *
What are all old sickly folk doing but just hanging on and on and on,
Taking up space, breathing and imbibing and otherwise devouring
The future’s air and water and other ways and means au naturel.

* * * *
Every group has its raison d'etre.
Group decisions are less about conspiracy
Than they are mission statements put into action.

* * * *
Who are you?
What are you?
Where are you
When are you?
Why are you?
How are you?
And …
Are you sure?

* * * *
Who are you?
What are you?
Where are you?
When are you?
Why are you?
How are you?
And …
Who-what-where-when-why-how
Makes you so goll-darned-friggin’-beyond-all-doubt sure?

* * * *
Who are you? What are you? Where are you? When are you? Why are you? How are you?
And who-what-where-when-why-how makes you so goll-darned-friggin’-beyond-all-doubt sure?

* * * *
Glance over at the weary old woman sitting very alone at the thieving slot machine three stools away;
Chain-smoking cigarette after cigarette, downing as many gin and tonics as the waitress will allow.
Though she does not even begin to fathom it, she is just as much the indivisible mystery as you.
So do not get all pride-filled and judgmental believing you are special for discerning the obvious.

* * * *
Become a stranger to the mind-body that the timeless awareness you truly are inhabits.
Be as aloof toward your passing dream of consciousness as you would be to any other’s.

* * * *
And lo, the garden of the seven days was no more.
Torn asunder, covered by asphalt, cement, glass, and plastic, it had lost its way,
Forever scarred by the mind of man evolved of the garden so long ago.
And though blades of grass labored through the many cracks,
God gazed down and forlornly sighed, “Meh.”

* * * *
What is to feel happy for? What is to feel sorrow about? What is to feel angry at?
What is any passion but the self absorption of desire and rage and fervor,
A dream that is not real, has never been real, will never be real.

* * * *
I am center stage in my dream, you center stage in yours.
What is to be done but play on however the mystery calls.

* * * *
Awareness, you are, you are.
The eternal ever-present moment.
Nothing less, nothing more, nothing but.

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

* * * *
Sun Tzu said, “The art of war recognizes nine varieties of ground.”

1) Dispersive Ground:
When a chieftain is fighting in his own territory, it is dispersive ground.

2) Facile Ground:
When he has penetrated into hostile territory, but to no great distance, it is facile ground.

3) Contentious Ground:
Ground the possession of which imports great advantage to either side, is contentious ground.

4) Open Ground:
Ground on which each side has liberty of movement is open ground.

5) Ground of Intersecting Highways:
Ground which forms the key to three contiguous states,
so that he who occupies it first has most of the Empire at his command,
is a ground of intersecting highways.

6) Serious Ground:
When an army has penetrated into the heart of a hostile country,
leaving a number of fortified cities in its rear, it is serious ground.

7) Difficult Ground:
Mountain forests, rugged steeps, marshes and fens,
all country that is hard to traverse, this is difficult ground.

8) Hemmed-In Ground:
Ground which is reached through narrow gorges,
and from which we can only retire by tortuous paths,
so that a small number of the enemy would suffice to crush a large body of our men,
this is hemmed in ground.

9) Desperate Ground:
Ground on which we can only be saved from destruction
by fighting without delay, is desperate ground.

Always be aware of the ground on which you stand,
The ground through which you pass,
The ground through which you intend to stand or pass,
The ground in which you have stood or through which you have passed,
And the quantum nature of which all are equally fashioned,
Ever-indivisible beneath your indivisble feet.

* * * *
Cultures across every time and geography have always added imagery and idolatry
– gratuitous, frivolous, meaningless usurpations ever born of imagination –
To their ceaseless speculations regarding this unsolvable mystery,
All of which are utterly pointless when it comes to the quest for truth.

* * * *
Who is I?
What is I?
Where is I?
When is I?
Why is I?
How is I?

* * * *
All are alone, center stage in their universe,
And all others are but ever-kaleidoscoping reflections
Born of the sensory theater that nature-nurture hath wrought.

* * * *
Always a sound and rational idea to hold fast with the Seven C’s of effective communication:
Clarity, conciseness, concreteness, correctness, coherence, completeness, and courteousness.

* * * *
There is only awareness.
There is only this one ever-present moment in which awareness is.
You are the awareness, you are the moment.
There is no other.

* * * *
Awareness equally, timelessly, permeates all dimensions,
In the one and only everlasting moment, as eternity ordains.

* * * *
The universe is an ever-mutating theater of quantum design
How it came to this or that, how it continues on,
Only ignorance imagines knowing.

* * * *
Here you are now.
Here you are now.
Here you are now.
Here you are now.
Here you are now.
Here you are …

* * * *
No, not that.
And not that, either.
And throw out that one, too.
Such is the destiny of all speculation.

* * * *
This is the one and only here, the one and only now,
The one and only awareness, the one and only moment.

* * * *
Always wanting it to be what it can never be, has no need to be.
How can you be so gluttonous when there is nothing to feed?

* * * *
Hard to start, hard to continue, hard to finish,
Hard to not wish you could do it all again and again.

* * * *
Who? Who cares anyway?
What? What does it matter?
Where? Where do you think?
When? When do you please?
Why? Why does it matter?
How? How do you know?

* * * *
Why would what others think of you, why would what you think of yourself,
Ever matter at all to the awareness you truly are, have ever been, will ever be?

* * * *
What is there to transcend,
When the moment from which awareness peers,
Is every figment you could yearn to be.

* * * *
So many speculations, none any more or less true than any other.
What point the delusion of knowing what can never be known?

 * * * *
All sorts of things that make a life weave and bob.
No rewind button, so tally ho, damn the torpedoes.

* * * *
The pain and suffering of mortal existence is insurmountable
But through the complete and utter indifference of pure awareness.

* * * *
Spin that narrative however you will, it is just a story.
Imagined, fabricated, temporal, bounded,
Destined to be forgotten.

* * * *
Where does the universe go when you close your eyes?
What is the universe doing behind the back of your head?
Not blinking or turning around will not provide the answer.

* * * *
That man you slayed was not so different than you.
He had a mother, he had a father, he had sisters, he had brothers.
He had girlfriends, wives, children, grandmothers, grandfathers, aunts, uncles.
He had friends, acquaintances, partners, co-workers, adversaries.
The only difference was he belonged to a different tribe.
A difference your tribe would not tolerate.

* * * *
Pain and suffering are created by imagination’s flight in the illusory winds of time and space.
To be still in the awareness that is source, is to detach from the body and the cosmos it creates.

* * * *
All the plagues geographies throughout time have witnessed,
Are Mother Nature’s attempts to stop the human one.
One of these fine daze, she will get it right.

* * * *
Would you every be as concerned
What any other creature thought of you
As you are some stranger passing on a sidewalk?

* * * *
Self-in​terest is the underlying context for all human interaction.
Love is bullshit unless one truly transcends into the agape rendition.

* * * *
How can you be sure it was not your nature-nurture conditioning,
The patterned interplay of your genetic inheritance and other biological factors,
And the countless influences of external factors after conception,
That tacked you left, not right, or right, not left?
Free will is a dubious assumption.

* * * *
The dearth of wise and trustworthy leadership in this our modern world
Is not going to get any better any time ever in the human paradigm. 
Any and all revolutions will only replace what is with the same.
The little folk who might yearn for more are on their own.
Power and fame and fortune do not tend to seduce the selfless.
So it goes, too bad, so sorry, oh well, deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
If you sincerely regret something you did or did not do,
It probably means you would do it differently,
Or at least attempt to do it differently,
Were there a rewind button.
Meanwhile, try to forgive yourself, 

* * * *
Who is attached to who?
What is attached to what?
Where is attached to where?
When is attached to when?
Why is attached to why?
How is attached to how?

* * * *
Each and every moment takes up a mighty big swath
When you ponder the breadth and depth
Of the cosmos it contains.

* * * *
Who sees who?
Who tastes who?
Who smells who?
Who hears who?
Who feels who?

* * * *
You have been a time-traveler ever since the body was born,
And will return to oblivion, obscurity, nothingness, void, when it perishes.
Such is the nature of the reverie for all the living things in which you timelessly abide.

* * * *
The human paradigm is an outcome of memory cells created through evolutionary happenstance,
Through natural selection in such as a way as to conjure up a sense of self,
And the rest is the imaginary tale we call history.

* * * *
No matter that it be alleged fact or fantastical fiction, all thinkers, all writers, all actors,
All historians, all scientists, all mathematicians, all engineers, all electricians, 
All architects, all carpenters, all chefs, all tailors, all cobblers,
All inventors, all producers, all originators,
All creators of every variety, every scope, are storytellers.

* * * *
The entire human paradigm has never been about free will.
It was ordained, predetermined, destined, fated,
Genetically sequenced from the get-go.

* * * *
Someone creates a story.
Someone else believes it true.
Someone else builds a toll booth.

* * * *
You have been a time-traveler ever since you were born,
And will come to a complete halt when you die.
Such is the dream for all living things.

* * * *
How can there ever be a health care system that can keep up
With all the pain and suffering this manifest world sustains?

* * * *
The human species rapes and pillages the garden and each other,
And then gets all out of sorts and twisted when nature strikes back.

* * * *
Any given system tends to eventually grow too large, too unwieldy, too stale,
And is usurped by more adaptable systems unbound by the same constraints.
It is the nature of the manifest garden, the manifest universe, since its creation.

* * * *
The mystery is an endless source of knowledge and nonsense.
How rational is it to endlessly fill you head with so much of it?

* * * *
It is impossible for awareness to exist.
It is but timeless witness to a kaleidoscoping quantum dream,
Over which it has no control, no say, whatsoever.

* * * *
The indelible voraciousness of humanoid consciousness
Traps the genomic paradigm in an endless vortex
Of every conceivable narcissism, every achievable hedonism.
The old monkey’s-fist-in-the-coconut narrative played out forever again.

* * * *
From non-living matter to organic compounds to slimy blobs to crawlers to tree-swingers,
When the two-legged genome became the human beings we play today, is anybody’s guess.

* * * *
One of the first things to admit to yourself every morning
Is that you are absolutely bonkers, just like everyone else.

* * * *
Awareness is witness,
Imagination, the dreamer,
Quantum, the theater.

* * * *
Is there anything the willy-nilly mob savors more
Than setting their champions and idols on golden pedestals,
And then righteously wrenching them down at the slightest provocation.

* * * *
The tyranny that desire and fear, power and fame and fortune,
Have over the human mind is an unending theater of absurdity.

* * * *
You are what you have always been, will always be.
You have always been what you will always be, always are, 
You will always be what you are, have always been.

* * * *
So hypnotized by our genomic patterning and cultural conditioning
That we cannot easily discern, easily transcend, anything but differences.

* * * *
The moment is timeless.
It harbors no beginnings, no endings, nor anything before or between or after.
Those are the dominions of imagination.

* * * *
To be as still as the awareness that perceives it all,
To be free of all desire and fear, all musings, all conclusions, all speculations,
All the weavings of the ever-kaleidoscoping senses,
That is the challenge.

* * * *
Some universes are very large
Some universes are very small.
All universes begin the same.
All universes end the same.

* * * *
Alive or dead, what does the mystery care?
Here or there, what does the mystery care?
Light or dark, what does the mystery care?
Happy or sad, what does the mystery care?
Kind or cruel, what does the mystery care?
Black or white, what does the mystery care?
Sane or insane, what does the mystery care?
Witty or obtuse, what does the mystery care?
Infinite or finite, what does the mystery care?
Creation or destruction, what does the mystery care?
Atheist or believer, what does the mystery care?
Subtle or blatant, what does the mystery care?
Wealthy or poor, what does the mystery care?
Smart or stupid, what does the mystery care?
Right or wrong, what does the mystery care?
Male or female, what does the mystery care?
Straight or gay, what does the mystery care?
Love or hate, what does the mystery care?
Good or evil, what does the mystery care?
Sage or fool, what does the mystery care?
This or that, what does the mystery care?

* * * *
A wave is coming toward you.
Dive into it or flow with it or let it slam you.
Your choice.

* * * *
Who is the I, who cares or cares not?
What is the I, what cares or cares not?
Where is the I, where cares or cares not?
When is the I, when cares or cares not?
Why is the I, why cares or cares not?
How is the I, how cares or cares not?

* * * *
To be or not to be, what difference?
To see or not to see, what difference?
To hear or not to hear, what difference?
To smell or not to smell, what difference?
To touch or not to touch, what difference?
To taste or not to taste, what difference?

* * * *
The only duality, the only dichotomy, with all its blacks and whites,
Nears and fars, larges and smalls, heres and theres, rights and wrongs, loves and hates,
Pluses and minuses, goods and evils, creations and destructions,
Is fabricated entirely of imagination.

* * * *
Plug five senses – sight, sound, smell, taste, touch –
Into a neurotransmitter capable of higher consciousness,
Capable of imagining a sense of self journeying time and space.
Add memory, larynx, opposable thumbs, two legs, lungs, cooling system,
And an inherent predisposition for tool-making and intricate social interactions.
Sprinkle into that biological stew a few dashes of desire and fear,
And, poof, a theater of unmitigated absurdity.

* * * *
Pain and suffering have a way of drawing one’s attention
More easily, more readily, than pleasure and joy.
Within each mind, both lock and key.

* * * *
Are you sure you really want to open that door?
Are you sure you really want to close that door?

* * * *
Hell is much more interesting, much more entertaining, much more pleasurable,
Than playing a harp at the feet of some deity in an ethereal paradise could ever be.

* * * *
If you want to call anything god, it would be awareness.
That which is kinetic or potential in all things in all times.

* * * *
Forgiveness, innocence, compassion, contentment, truth.
Be they the nectar of the gods, or merely hollow ideals?

* * * *
There is only awareness, immaculate and ingenuous, indivisible and absolute. 
It is not Brahman, nor Tao, nor God, nor Allah, nor Jehovah, nor Zeus, nor Jesus, nor Buddha,
Nor any other graven image on high, born of consciousness, manmade or otherwise.

* * * *
Every creature plays a sensory universe.
Every creature taps into a wee slice of the quantum pie.
An itsy-bitsy sliver of the web of life sponsored by the electromagnetic spectrum.
Finite is finite, no matter the perspective.

* * * *
Be exceedingly wary of those who believe their own propaganda.
Regarding your own self-deceptions, your own fallacies,
Do your best to keep them to a minimum.

* * * *
There is nothing more.
Nothing to achieve.
Nothing to grasp.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to be.
All but a dream.

* * * *
We are all actors upon the stage.
Most believing their parts real and true.
Some more believable than others,
But all dreams, nonetheless.

* * * *
Only in pure awareness, free of all pasts, free of all futures,
All movement of the clouds of consciousness,
Are you free in the dream.

* * * *
So, that is who.
So, that is what.
So, that is where.
So, that is when.
So, that is why.
So, that is how.

* * * *
The articulation of anything
Is always too many steps from reality to bother even trying,
But still the mind gets lost in the attempt,
And calls it known.

* * * *
You do not need a computer to tell you which way the wind blows,
Or that it is hot or cold or humid or raining or snowing,
Or whatever else Mother Nature has in store.
Pay attention, you might live longer.

* * * *
Why bother pretending to know what can never be known?
Only delusion and greed assert anything beyond comprehension.

* * * *
Peering out through the sensory-mind
At a sliver of the electromagnetic spectrum,
Another day in the quantum mystery underway.

* * * *
You are the timeless moment between life and death,
Reverie and oblivion, known and unknown, dust and dust.

* * * *
If you are one that endeavors to think outside your box,
The box gradually grows bigger and bigger and bigger,
Until perchance one indivisible day, no edges remain.

* * * *
Only imagination desires and fears, likes and loves and hates, creates and preserves and destroys.
Only imagination wallows in pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, and sloth.
Only imagination determines all things separate and unequal.
Awareness is indifferent to all attributes.

* * * *
Awareness has no time to create or destroy,
Live or die, give or take, stay or go, happy or sad, love or hate, good or bad,
Right or wrong, smart or stupid, kind or cruel, rich or poor,
Sage or fool, black or white, this or that,
Duality is not its purview.

* * * *
That which can be perceived is not the timeless quantum.
That which can be named is not the nameless awareness.

* * * *
The me-myself-and-I is a delusion born of imagination.
It but a fictional player in the timeless eye of awareness.

* * * *
Better to be agnostic, better to allow all the befores, all the afters,
To melt back into the obscurity in which they have always resided.

* * * *
This moment leads to the next …
Leads to the next … leads to the next … leads to the next …
Leads to the next … leads to the next … leads to the next … leads to the next … leads to the next …
All the same.

* * * *
Amazing how much pain and suffering we all put up with in this sensory-mind inspired,
Three-dimensional, touchy-feely, extremely finite, extremely illusory, ever-kaleidoscoping,
Tangibly intangible, ethereal, electromagnetic spectrum quantum matrix of a dreamtime.

* * * *
Past modern times, current modern times, future modern times,
All transpire, all unfold, all kaleidoscope, in the same timeless now.

* * * *
Breathe in nothing, breath out nothing.
Repeat until the last unborn-undying moment
Consciousness is capable of sustaining.

* * * *
Reside in the timeless, effortless, indivisible serenity
Of the mystery you are, have ever been, will ever be.

* * * *
The cosmic garden is an indivisibly immaculate creation.
Imagination is the creator of original sin, the last sin,
And all the incalculable ones betwixt and between.

* * * *
The ephemeral moment offers haven to neither joy nor sorrow.
That is the dominion of the temporal mind imagining all things so.

* * * *
The three vanities – power, fame, fortune – are the ways and means of greed,
And greed, of pride, and pride of an indefatigable capacity for perpetual delusion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Truth is not something that can be taught, nor can it be learned.
It is about fully attending the moment; not the triviality of memory.

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

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


SOUNDBITES


There is nothing to figure out, there is nothing to do, there is nothing to be.

* * * *
What passion, what thought, of any kind, can ever touch the ever-present moment?

* * * *
Attention belongs to the moment.

* * * *
Of things that matter, there are many; of things that do not, there are far, far more.

* * * *
It is one thing to talk about being the way, the truth, the life; quite another to be it.

* * * *
It was all a hoax, a dream, an illusion, from moment one.

* * * *
Pretty strange thing being alive.

* * * *
Poor you.

* * * *
Finally, a good rest.

* * * *
How little it all matters.

* * * *
Cards, cards, cards, everyone playing whatever card suits their cause.

* * * *
More pathetic by the day.

* * * *
What a web of conspiracy this garden orb hath wrought.

* * * *
Are you sure your sense of time is the same as anyone else's?

* * * *
What is the herd up to today?

* * * *
Do you seek out pain, or it, you?

* * * *
Details, fucking details.

* * * *
At what point did life become a countdown?

* * * *
No, it is not a conspiracy.

* * * *
Love, who needs it?

* * * *
Where’s God when you need him?

* * * *
Rest assured, Mother Nature does not give one iota of a hoot what you believe.

* * * *
What good are details to people who will not listen to them?

* * * *
Consciousness is a function of awareness.

* * * *
Which is more arrogant, to realize you are that which is god, or believing you are not?

* * * *
A still mind, a mind given over to awareness, is a timeless mindless mind.

* * * *
One day, death will be the final solution.

* * * *
And they died, too.

* * * *
You are far more vast than imagination can allow.

* * * *
Sometimes you get offed quick; sometimes it is a slow and painful burn.

* * * *
The challenge of growing old is staying young.

* * * *
Toast the moon.

* * * *
Do not mispercieve what you imagine your Self to be with what you truly are.

* * * *
What a sweet elixir, revenge.

* * * *
Better luck next time.

* * * *
How many more unnatural selections will Mother Nature allow.

* * * *
Un-impinged by any thought, you are.

* * * *
Jesus unplugged.

* * * *
The limited shelf life is daily more limited.

* * * *
The inny-outy thing is a given; gender roles, however, are a state of mind.

* * * *
And the unquenchable axis of greed and fear and hate ruled.

* * * *
If the day has turned against you, there is no dishonor withdrawing from the field.

* * * *
The insatiable hunger, how it burns.

* * * *
Expand your vision of god to include everything infinitesimal to infinite, including your Self.

* * * *
Underestimation is the worst thing you can give any problem.

* * * *
So much effort for something so effortless.

* * * *
Do you deal with the way you want things to be, or the way they are?

* * * *
Amazing what a bastion for ignorance the world has become.

* * * *
Every day a new normal.

* * * *
All history, as scientifically as it might be sorted, boils down to scholarly speculation.

* * * *
Natural selection, quantum selection.

* * * *
Everyone a judge.

* * * *
The end of the line is never far off.

* * * *
Sticks and stones, swords and spears, bullets and bombs, do not choose their targets.

* * * *
In the door, out the door, who knows how many.

* * * *
What’s your slant?

* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how is the life given no continuity?

* * * *
Every form has a history, yet where is its beginning, where is its end?

* * * *
What story, what narrative, what chronical is ever truly real?

* * * *
God is just another lie.

* * * *
The art of speculation is a game of smoke and mirrors.

* * * *
What else have you ever been but solitary witness to an inexplicable mystery?

* * * *
You but cheap, you buy two or three times.

* * * *
And suddenly … another adventure, project, game show, whatever … done.

* * * *
Sweet oblivion, grand oblivion, immaculate oblivion.

* * * *
All perceptions of existence are but a mirage of the quantum mind.

* * * *
Never assume anybody else is bound by your limitations.

* * * *
In the groove.

* * * *
Self-pity is a debilitating state of mind; it serves no pragmatic function.

* * * *
How pollsters and researchers do lover their statistical foreplay.

* * * *
What is anyone’s fate but the result of the character the mystery has played.

* * * *
Suicide is meeting the Reaper half-way.

* * * *
There it is.

* * * *
For your art, you do suffer.

* * * *
Anything goes.

* * * *
The point of old age is realizing how absurdly mundane it has always been.

* * * *
You cannot save someone from themselves; you cannot save someone from their fate.

* * * *
May as well ask why live.

* * * *
A leader can only lead where followers will follow.

* * * *
There are no Christs, there are no Buddhas; only middlemen and followers and circus tents.

* * * *
What religions call heaven is the pseudo version.

* * * *
Light is required, sound is required; taste and smell and touch are luxuries.

* * * *
Everybody wants a piece of our wallets, we want it all for free, and a vast no-man's land between.

* * * *
If no moment is distinguishable from another, where’s the mystery?

* * * *
Yet another inevitability of technology.

* * * *
What can you recall of even a moment ago but the vaguest perception?

* * * *
At the indivisible quantum level, what could possibly differentiate one moment from another?

* * * *
You are the quantum matrix; the quantum matrix is you.

* * * *
None of it will matter when the Reaper shows up for the harvest.

* * * *
Dead while living.

* * * *
Never real but that imagination deigns it so.

* * * *
Yet another time capsized.

* * * *
And what great difference do you believe you have really made in this cosmic swirl?

* * * *
Emotion is an unfathomable abyss. 

* * * *
One life to live.

* * * *
Closed fist, open hand; closed mind, open mind.

* * * *
Sometimes just a nibble is enough.

* * * *
The endgame is about paying the consequences of the beginning and middle games.

* * * *
Flow like water.

* * * *
Throwing in the towel is always an option.

* * * *
It is not what you do as much as it is what you be.

* * * *
Seeking signs from the heavens usually gets the seeker whatever they are capable of discerning.

* * * *
There it is.

* * * *
Hard to do what does not call you.

* * * *
Yet another torturous endgame.

* * * *
Chances are it does not really matter, no matter the assertions otherwise.

* * * *
And one day you die; very inconvenient.

* * * *
All of the above.

* * * *
You are an eye of the mystery; what need to believe?

* * * *
How would this universe, your universe, exist without you to witness it?

* * * *
Pandering to fear and absurdity again, are we?

* * * *
Original Sin? Or Original Lie?

* * * *
What would Jesus do? Be anywhere but here saving us, obviously.

* * * *
Most answers, if there is one, are usually lingering about somewhere.

* * * *
Feel the crosshairs.

* * * *
We are all kings and queens, heroes and villains, angels and demons, unto our own universe.

* * * *
Curious that rationality has so lost its way.

* * * *
Being in the moment requires no belief; being in the moment is not capable of belief.

* * * *
So, you think that is some sort of normal, eh?

* * * *
Dogma is the original sin.

* * * *
Talking heads and dittoheads share the commonality of an eerie absurdities.

* * * *
It begins, it ends, every singular moment, again and again.

* * * *
All those numbers that do not mean diddly-squat today, will be even more diddly-squat tomorrow.

* * * *
All that vanity swirling around in your head, and for what, really?

* * * *
Consciousness is the creator of space and time, a quantum dimension born of imagination.

* * * *
So many seek until they find a new game of charades that is but another lie of consciousness.

* * * *
What is to surrender but a dream born of attachment to imaginary notion.

* * * *
A master of nothing travels no path and leaves no trail.

* * * *
Any beginning is always an end; any end, a beginning.

* * * *
What different world it was not so long ago.

* * * *
One moment, if you will.

* * * *
The real test of any captain is when the ship is floundering.

* * * *
Awareness does not care diddly-squat whether or not you give it even one iota of attention.

* * * *
The blame game is rarely played by those who are without sin.

* * * *
Does it all count for something? Only in imagination.

* * * *
All that accumulation, what do you need, really?

* * * *
Getting older is rather annoying.

* * * *
Revenge is one of the greater engines of history, but does not hold a candle to greed.

* * * *
Every man is a pharaoh, and if at all possible, leaves behind a garage filled with treasure.

* * * *
What don’t you desperately need now?

* * * *
The life you hoped for … planned for … even expected … well, good luck with that.

* * * *
Tap into the awareness as you would dive into a river, or a plug a lamp into a socket.

* * * *
The mini-death of sleep is good practice for the real thing, and just as easy but for the dying part.

* * * *
Revenge is a two-way thoroughfare.

* * * *
In the timeless, indelible awareness of the one-and-only, ever-present moment, nothing exists.

* * * *
The dream, the imagination, will always draw you back if you allow it.

* * * *
Ignorance is bliss until it runs into an iceberg.

* * * *
Why give credence to what does not match your own observation, your own experience?

* * * *
Who is not hero of their own of their own universe, of their own window of time?

* * * *
A world replete with self-absorbed bottom-feeders

* * * *
A new tack, a new leg, to the dream.

* * * *
It all means nothing but what imagination concocts.

* * * *
What’s you addiction?

* * * *
You cannot find what is not there to find.

* * * *
So much entitlement, so much distraction, so easily, so quickly, upended by plagues and wars.

* * * *
Live in whatever ignorance you will, the mystery of awareness equally abides all dreams.

* * * *
Meaning and purpose are the spice of imagination.

* * * *
What’s your obsession?

* * * *
The mundane is … well … mundane.

* * * *
The joy of god, the sorrow of god, are but imaginary states born of the dream of time.

* * * *
Longing for what was, hoping for what will be, are the suffering in which imagination dwells.

* * * *
You are awareness, the eternal moment, creator and creation, there is no other.

* * * *
All but a dream based on all the attachments to the mortal frame.

* * * *
With but a glance, a cosmos is created.

* * * *
Precedent is a constant player in any future-past.

* * * *
So convenient to have god and devil; praise one, blame the other.

* * * *
In the vagueness of memory, all things are possible.

* * * *
There is no knowing the truth of history; it is all the speculation of storytellers.

* * * *
There you are, playing out your own little charade.

* * * *
The man who suffers is still caught in the web of time, the web of mind.

* * * *
Do you find it, or it, you?

* * * *
Yet another window of vanity.

* * * *
What history does anyone care about most but their own?

* * * *
Yes, you are special, but not in the way you think.

* * * *
How easy it is to use desire and fear, carrot and stick, to tame the sheeple.

* * * *
You are the center of you imaginary universe, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
The indefinable that is always being defined.

* * * *
In surrender, grace.

* * * *
What need to conquer a world you have created?

* * * *
Gonna get a lot more wicked before any horizon shows up.

* * * *
The tortures of existence can be many and all too often.

* * * *
Consciousness is but a player.

* * * *
What makes any graven image any more graven than any other graven idea?

* * * *
Yet another day in the mystery theater.

* * * *
Everyone is crazy, even the so-called normal people.

* * * *
It is not out there; it is closer than close can be.

* * * *
It is the same mystery born of awareness that it has ever been, will every be.

* * * *
All idolatry is founded upon the vanity of the idolater.

* * * *
The world, the cosmos, exist only in consciousness; they are nothing in the ever-present moment.

* * * *
Everyone has a story, none are easy, many are harsher than others.

* * * *
The human paradigm is an impromptu passion play founded upon imaginary notion..

* * * *
What is it about agony and ecstasy that keeps you coming back from the nirvana of oblivion?

* * * *
Human vanity, leave home without it.

* * * *
That which is never born never dies.

* * * *
Just because you can breed does not mean you must or should.

* * * *
All life is of the same origin, but relatively few ever discern it clearly enough to be freed by it.

* * * *
The lies that time writes are many and often.

* * * *
The names and face change, but the paradigm remains the same.

* * * *
This our globalized modern world is but a house of cards waiting for breezes 'n trembles.

* * * *
The new normal is unfolding its wings.

* * * *
What will you endure before it is over?

* * * *
As awareness witnesses it.

* * * *
Hindsight 2020.

* * * *
There is always something nibbling on you or your pocketbook.

* * * *
Hell is getting a wee bit crowded.

* * * *
The funny thing about tomorrow is that it always shows up today.

* * * *
This is not a test.

* * * *
Diminishing daily.

* * * *
The past is now, the future is now, the now is now.

* * * *
A new level of pathetic.

* * * *
How’s your myth going?

* * * *
The progress that is not.

* * * *
You  pass through time, and time passes through you.

* * * *
You call that progress!?

* * * *
What is Creation but a wave heading toward its own shore.

* * * *
The road to power and fame and fortune is to be a character that goes where no one else dares.

* * * *
You spin your life as if it is real, but all anyone hears is a story translated through their own.

* * * *
What a monstrously cruel species humans can be.

* * * *
The house of cards is coming down.

* * * *
The new normal.

* * * *
Another day, same old story.

* * * *
Spiritual pride is an arrogance of its own.

* * * *
Analogue or digital, clocks ticking away the time, but the moment ever the same.

* * * *
Be cautious about believing you know things you cannot.

* * * *
Each is center stage in their universe, and a reflection in yours.

* * * *
Vanity is a shallow venue, greed its propellant, Mammon its idol.

* * * *
Face it, your entire existence has been a fabrication of imagination; awareness, cloaked by vanity.

* * * *
When you are pure awareness, what else is there to be?

* * * *
Different time, same moment.

* * * *
Holism is easily lost in the fog of details.

* * * *
Less is not necessarily better; more is not always, either.

* * * *
True science has no bounds.

* * * *
So much history we can barely if ever know.

* * * *
Life is a death sentence.

* * * *
You, assumption.

* * * *
Oh, insidious dust.

* * * *
Do not rely on hope.

* * * *
For his art s/he did suffer.

* * * *
If you cannot handle it anymore, maybe it is time to die.

* * * *
Admit what you see!

* * * *
Read the sign, get in line.

* * * *
The subtlety! The subtlety!

* * * *
Self-pity is a sure road to ruin.

* * * *
All universes are different; all universes are the same.

* * * *
Pay no attention to anyone behind any veil when it comes to discerning the truth for your Self.

* * * *
If you fear death, are you sure you know what it is to live?

* * * *
The way is neither shallow nor deep, neither near nor far, neither here nor there.

* * * *
There is no turning back the tide; there is no fooling death.

* * * *
In less than an instant, this moment too shall be a memory subject to imaginary recollection.

* * * *
You want to know God? Look within, discern the awareness peering out.

* * * *
Life is about adaptation to circumstance.

* * * *
What is done cannot be undone, only celebrated, endured, or forgotten.

* * * *
The craving for more is the bane of contentment.

* * * *
The absolute is without yes or no, this or that; without duality in any way, shape, or form.

* * * *
Worms will eat the flesh; wind will blow the ashes.

* * * *
How can there be different dimensions when all appearances, all attributes, are but illusion?

* * * *
Best to read the instructions, or at least glance at them.

* * * *
Effort cannot unlock the door.

* * * *
The sage’s work is never done because it never started.

* * * *
Ripple, wave, tsunami, what difference?

* * * *
Boon or bane, praise or derision, any life plays many stages.

* * * *
For the greedy, nothing is ever enough; for the sage, nothing is ever enough.

* * * *
Why allow others to convince you what you see is not true?

* * * *
That awareness which timelessly peers out is never undone.

* * * *
Live or die? Why should, how could awareness care?

* * * *
So many different ways to indulge the sensory mind.

* * * *
Jesus will save you for ten percent.

* * * *
Too hot, too cold, the mind’s discontent is not easily waylaid.

* * * *
Life dissipates and is forgotten, assuming it was even remembered in the first place.

* * * *
What a fraud you are when you pose it real.

* * * *
What is legal is what is not caught.

* * * *
The sage earns no special protection or merit badge for his wise counsel.

* * * *
Clinging to a dream, what torture.

* * * *
Awareness takes on all forms.

* * * *
What is offered herein is priceless beyond all value.

* * * *
Pandemics are just Mother Nature's way to try to eradicate the real cancer on this planet.

* * * *
Imagine a world, a universe, in which you have never been known.

* * * *
He who dies with the biggest pile of gold gets a seat closest to Mammon.

* * * *
Shit is shit, no matter the shade.

* * * *
You are what you think; you are not what you think.

* * * *
You need not do something over and over to know how it tastes.

* * * *
There is no problem that death cannot solve.

* * * *
Fate throws many curves.

* * * *
Whether a mind reared in civilization can ever let it go completely is a “Needs Research” question.

* * * *
After almost a lifetime, you finally figured it out.

* * * *
Best to be cautious about pretending you really know something.

* * * *
And what do you believe you have accomplished that will matter at all to eternity?

* * * *
You are always at church if you choose to be.

* * * *
Sticks and stones can break your bones, and words are the wind behind them.

* * * *
The man who suffers is the one who clings to mind and body.

* * * *
Pretending you exist again, eh?

* * * *
If you are truly about love, then do it agape, or do not bother at all.

* * * *
He with the most imagination suffers most.

* * * *
It is the mystery that is born again and again and again, not the identity.

* * * *
Death is the end to experiencing, to wondering, to knowing, to speculating.

* * * *
Imagination’s reign will be but a relatively short one.

* * * *
If you truly believed in God and Heaven, would you not be seeking to get there quickly?

* * * *
Feel sorry for the body, not your Self; you are not it, it is not you.

* * * *
Life as we know it is a lot of moments strung together by imagination.

* * * *
The winds of consciousness, of imagination, blow through the sky of timeless awareness.

* * * *
Why trust anyone whose primary directive is getting into your wallet?

* * * *
​You are only as free as you allow others to be.​

* * * *
How would you like it if what you just did to another happened to you?

* * * *
What a wacko world; why bother with it?

* * * *
The challenge is for doing not to become becoming.

* * * *
Every moment its own universe.

* * * *
What a tragedy to spend one’s life seeking the approval of others.

* * * *
Who loves who? Who hates who?

* * * *
Cha-ching!

* * * *
​Rehashing your story daily.

* * * *
Power and fame and fortune do not draw the selfless.

* * * *
Unredeemable.

* * * *
Do what amuses you.

* * * *
Meaning and purpose are lies; embrace the futility.

* * * *
Forgive yourself if you can.

* * * *
Every time has its own little window of absurdity.​

* * * *
​Seems like a lot of people still believe that world exists.​

* * * *
Good luck with that.

* * * *
A sperm fertilized an egg, and you were given a life sentence.

* * * *
The awareness that let its story go.

* * * *
Life has always been more fair for those who have the gold to back it up.

* * * *
The cosmos that vanity built.

* * * *
Let us count the ways; let us uncount the ways.

* * * *
Just like the hunter waiting for the squirrel to pop its head out.

* * * *
Now erase the story.

* * * *
A state of watchfulness.

* * * *
Change your nature-nurture conditioned programming? Good luck with that.

* * * *
They will get over it.

* * * *
Hopefully, the Reaper does not mind being laughed at.

* * * *
Self-pity is a sure road to perdition

* * * *
Steady as she goes.

* * * *
Alimentary canals surrounded by prattle and notion.

* * * *
Empty as she goes.

* * * *
What is any life but a set of moments strung together by imagination.

* * * *
Everything you hold near and dear will be gone with the last breath.

* * * *
Most are content with a life of distraction.

* * * *
Nothing means nothing.

* * * *
All that fat is going to make the burning pyre scorching hot.

* * * *
Death is starting all over again.

* * * *
Every choice leads to new consequences.

* * * *
Rest assured you fear is always being capitalized on.

* * * *
Small minds can be made by too little intelligence, and too much, as well.

* * * *
Awareness is true Self; imagined self is but imagined self.

* * * *
All stories are just stories, none greater, none lesser, really.

* * * *
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity, and that is vanity, too.

* * * *
Holding onto your existence, what for?

* * * *
All as predictable as the breath you are about to take.

* * * *
So this is where Manifest Destiny gets you.

* * * *
Trial and error is the brick and mortar of all creation. 

* * * *
And what, exactly, is  the point of that measurement?

* * * *
There are worse things than death.

* * * *
Where are you when the inner narration ceases?

* * * *
What busy-busy minds the ambitious have.

* * * *
Adulation, who needs it?

* * * *
Where to perch when all the perches are gone.

* * * *
Generic keeps it anonymous.

* * * *
The unconditioned mind is as free as it gets.

* * * *
Fair or foul, the Fates have you in their grip.

* * * *
If you go this way …

* * * *
That world is long gone.

* * * *
Did it slip your mind, or the mind slip it?

* * * *
The beginning of the story, the middle of the story, the end of the story, all the same.

* * * *
This is what it takes to wake up.

* * * *
All this inquiry, surely, it is time to erase the story.

* * * *
All that fat is going to make for an inferno on the burning pyre.

* * * *
Imagination is creator and creation.

* * * *
Fabrication that it is, knowledge will always see itself out.

* * * *
The mind without a story is a free mind.

* * * *
What is history but storytellers telling of storymakers.

* * * *
It is impossible for awareness to exist.

* * * *
Same pattern, different day.

* * * *
A window of entitlement coming to a close.

* * * *
Resist the herd.

* * * *
Fear rules.

* * * *
The full cup has no more room for fresh brew.

* * * *
Batten down the hatches.

* * * *
Oblivion or bust.

* * * *
Yet another wakeup call with a built-in snooze alarm.

* * * *
How many ways are there to shoot ourselves over and over in both feet?

* * * *
What is a scene but the other enhanced by the many.

* * * *
What is it to you?

* * * *
The body is but the regalia of a dream

* * * *
Every story has a beginning; every story has an ending.

* * * *
What is your excuse?

* * * *
Sometimes there are bigger waves than you can handle.

* * * *
What a different world is created by hysteria.

* * * *
Even the sages can run afoul of pride.

* * * *
Awareness is witness; imagination, the dreamer; quantum, the theater.

* * * *
Imagination can only usurp awareness for as long as awareness allows.

* * * *
What is philosophy but therapy for people whose wit cannot be easily contained.

* * * *
The dream carries on and on until death do you part.

* * * *
Is not your mind kingdom enough?

* * * *
Be your own best friend.

* * * *
We all play our little program for as long as breath allows.

* * * *
Has it ever really been any different?

* * * *
What can be given can be taken away; entitlements are like that.

* * * *
What’s your box?

* * * *
Life is in the living and dying of every moment; all else is vanity.

* * * *
Everything means nothing; nothing means nothing.

* * * *
Idolatry from the get-go.

* * * *
Suicide is a choice to pay your ticket before it is due.

* * * *
Anonymity, both within and without, is a blessing.

* * * *
An interactive, impromptu quantum theatre.

* * * *
The lie that mind wrote.

* * * *
You will be free when you are dead, with or without a body.

* * * *
Pretending you are not insane is insane.

* * * *
You cannot kill the devil.

* * * *
Still caught in the bounds of limitation?

* * * *
There is no becoming, only being; imagination is the source of all vanity.

* * * *
Which modern day are we talking about?

* * * *
Question the answers, question the questions.

* * * *
Trust your immune system.

* * * *
True is true no matter how true.

* * * *
Is there anything the mob enjoys more than pulling its idols off their pedestals?

* * * *
Anybody who believes they are not crazy is crazy.

* * * *
Every mind concocts a different Jesus.

* * * *
Many a Samaritan offers anonymous aid to strangers s/he will never meet.

* * * *
The more you cling, the more challenging it is to just be.

* * * *
The human condition is founded entirely on imagination.

* * * *
What is knowledge but the futile attempt to be secure in a merciless dream.

* * * * 
Thank the gods if you were not born into the curse of power or fortune or fame.

* * * *
Let go all the stories, including your own.

* * * *
Yesterday, that; today, this; tomorrow, who the fuck knows?

* * * *
Why ever need be concerned about impressing or pleasing anyone else?

* * * *
It is just a story.

* * * *
Of truth, nobody really knows, but plenty sure like to yabber on and on.

* * * *
There is no more or less that reality can be; it is what it is.

* * * *
Who can you really know if you do not know your Self?

* * * *
All, alone.

* * * *
What have you ever really known?

* * * *
Same clay, different day.

* * * *
Empty the cache of all memories, all perceptions, all assumptions; free your Self.

* * * *
Discern and root out the other.

* * * *
Back when you were younger and stupider.

* * * *
You are not going to stop stupid people from being stupid.

* * * *
Lies upon lies upon lies.

* * * *
Awareness is the ticket and the ride.

* * * *
Assume nothing and be free.

* * * *
It is a good day to die; tomorrow would be better.

* * * *
What is so interesting about that stage?

* * * *
The mind without attributes is a tranquil pond of awareness.

* * * *
Free your Self.

* * * *
Ugly just got uglier.

* * * *
Nothing is disturbed; nothing is undisturbed.

* * * *
How can any story ever be real?

* * * *
Share and share alike, or take and take alike; you decide.

* * * *
Be ready, it is going to get very ugly.

* * * *
Why weep for the dead? You are among them.

* * * *
You who are about to die, we salute you.

* * * *
Doing not harm is an exceedingly relative perception.

* * * *
Assumptions upon assumptions upon assumptions.

* * * *
Dust become critters, critters become dust.

* * * *
Death is a great problem-solver.

* * * *
Spend that last dime, save the last bullet, borrow a gun.

* * * *
The willy-nilly herd stampedes again.

* * * *
Likely not a good idea to be too arrogant in whatever jungle you endure.

* * * *
Survival of the fittest versus thriving of the inadequate.

* * * *
Within each mind, both lock and key.

* * * *
What you really are, and are not, will always fill whatever balloon is given seed.

* * * *
The mystery staring into a mirror is still a mystery.

* * * *
You are going to spend the rest of your life dying.

* * * *
Pain and suffering have a way of drawing one’s attention more readily than pleasure and joy.

* * * *
Those shaping moments are ever sculpting away.

* * * *
Blessed are the dead.

* * * *
Two eyes, two ears, one tongue, one nose, one skin, no mind.

* * * *
Change your mind? Good luck with that.

* * * *
The awareness in times and space; the time and space in awareness.

* * * *
Is there such a thing as being too honest?

* * * *
Awareness is without attributes.

* * * *
Feels like forever.

* * * *
Awareness is neither something nor nothing.

* * * *
What is this modern time but narcissism and hedonism on steroids.

* * * *
Pray for rain.

* * * *
Beyond all description.

* * * *
Exponential everything accelerating on steroids plus-plus.

* * * *
Birth is the beginning, pleasure and pain the process, death the conclusion.

* * * *
Do you really want to open that door?

* * * *
Born ready.

* * * *
Do you really want to close that door?

* * * *
Perhaps someday you will realize what it was like to be that soul you judged with your abuse.

* * * *
Time and space are not without awareness.

* * * *
Making a point in a pointless world.

* * * *
Yet another attempt to put into words what words can never tell.

* * * *
Science that defies nature, that manipulates nature, is not good science.

* * * *
Humankind is wired for narcissism and hedonism.

* * * *
Is time any more than a function of memory cells?

* * * *
Nothing to write home about.

* * * *
Fear works all too well.

* * * *
You mean there is ‘sensible violence’?

* * * *
Cross any line at your own risk.

* * * *
There is nothing more.

* * * *
Just another way to die.

* * * *
Be warned.

* * * *
We all consider our twists and turns normal.

* * * *
Dissolving into oblivion.

* * * *
That is a definite maybe.

* * * *
Damn the Reaper, full speed ahead.​

* * * *
Why take life personal?

* * * *
Humble up, Humanity.

* * * *
Like a riptide taking you out to sea.

* * * *
Why make assumptions?

* * * *
Living for what the herd thinks is a well-worn path to perdition.

* * * *
You are superior to what, again?

* * * *
Rationality or delusion, you choose.

* * * *
As if it never happened.

* * * *
The mystery is already over you; time to catch up.

* * * *
Oh boy, oh joy.

* * * *
Be anonymous without; be anonymous within.

* * * *
Assume more intimacy than there is at your own risk.

* * * *
All in a dream, all but a dream.

* * * *
Why torture your Self for so many imaginary reasons?

* * * *
Slathered with vanity.

* * * *
Is it not a wondrous thing to know you are surrounded by so much blissful ignorance.

* * * *
Gaze into the pond, Narcissus, until your vanity swallows you whole.

* * * *
A hard world to ignore; an easy world to judge.

* * * *
Aloneness, embrace it.

* * * *
The delusions of self-interest wander many paths to many dead ends.

* * * *
Be time-free.

* * * *
Easy does it.

* * * *
Pity the young.

* * * *
Less dogma, more being.

* * * *
Sold a bill of goods, and you cannot even remember the transaction.

* * * *
The hunter-gathers of these modern times wander the aisles of Walmart and Amazon.

* * * *
Awareness is awakened in all sentient beings, and at-the-ready in everything else.

* * * *
Nature is the expression; awareness the medium.

* * * *
You really think you are doing something many if not most others are also doing?

* * * *
How can you save what was never more than a dream in the first place?

* * * *
Even nothing does not matter.

* * * *
If you must name awareness, call it god, or something of that stripe.

* * * *
The trouble with quantum is that it is trouble-free.

* * * *
What point to existence if awareness does not use it to explore the creation to which it is home.

* * * *
Moderation in all things; anything once and awhile.

* * * *
What could you possibly do to make it more or less the dreamtime it is, has always been, will ever be.

* * * *
You are only as useful as others perceive.

* * * *
You are the most immaculate you the immaculate mystery could immaculately create.

* * * *
To assert the ant wanders the same universe as the tiger is laughable.

* * * *
Nothing matters but to vain notion.

* * * *
Normal, what does that word, that concept, mean, anyway?

* * * *
Why did you come back?

* * * *
Truth is not what you think; truth is not anything you think.

* * * *
To call it anything is to squander yet another moment.

* * * *
Are you deluding yourself that you are not deluding yourself?

* * * *
The imagination-driven universe awakens to a new day.

* * * *
It is not for you to decide.

* * * *
History changes every time a page is added or torn out.

* * * *
All beginnings and all ends wrap into one.

* * * *
The never-ending story will never be written for more than a scratch of time.

* * * *
How absolutely amazing is that?

* * * *
​Who can hear any claptrap that does not fall in their paradigm?

* * * *
All them piles of gold are going to turn into sand.​

* * * *
Yet another talking head believing their yabber really matters.

* * * *
No witness, no history.

* * * *
Surrender now before it is too late.

* * * *
It is only vanity that cares.

* * * *
Will any answer ever satisfy you?

* * * *
Why take nothing personal?

* * * *
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it only perpetuates you.

* * * *
Original sin is but an imaginary notion born of dogmatic thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Is there any end to subtlety?

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Vanity aside, what is the point?

* * * *
Now is enough.

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

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

* * * *
Possibilities, imagine them all.

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

* * * *
Beware the charismatic leader.

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

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

* * * *
Being stupid has its consequences.

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Check your entitlements.

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

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

* * * *
There is no copyright on truth.

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

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

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

* * * *
Always look back.

* * * *
Ignore the attributes.

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

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

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

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

* * * *
The uncorruptible is awaiting its discernment.

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

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

* * * *
Still sucking thumb.

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

* * * *
Rolodexing the day.

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
What critter – whether winged, finned, hoofed, or fingered – does not hanker for a free meal?

* * * *
All things pass the same.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
What a world.

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

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

* * * *
Yet still you cling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Remembered again, forgotten again.

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

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

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

* * * *
All the naming means nothing.

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

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

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

* * * *
Hell is other people.

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Consequences and repercussions.

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

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

* * * *
True philosophy is entirely pointless.

* * * *
Awareness has no identity.

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

* * * *
The lie that history wrote.

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

* * * *
Hypocrisy hath no bounds.

* * * *
Moderate your greed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Find contentment in the moment.

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

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

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

* * * *
Not easy to embrace oblivion.

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

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

* * * *
Sneaky does it.

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

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

* * * *
Morons in charge.

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

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

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

* * * *
Imagination is the harbor of duality.

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

* * * *
What need for deities and demons?

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

* * * *
Loaded words unending.

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Oblivion is pretty final.

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

* * * *
Haters abound.

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

* * * *
Awareness harbors no duality.

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

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

* * * *
Forget who you think you are.

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

* * * *
No doubt, no worries.

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

* * * *
Erase all remnants.

* * * *
Absurd assumptions make for absurd dogma.

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

* * * *
Yet another moment of weakness.

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

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

* * * *
Why engage with any dualistic notion?

* * * *
The sage evaporates into nothing.

* * * *
Already dead, and do not even know it.

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

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

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

* * * *
Imagination exists, not you.

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

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

* * * *
Trouble never sends a warning.

* * * *
Till your own ground.

* * * *
Ignorance can be troublesome.

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

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

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

* * * *
Outsmarted yourself again, eh?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


TITLES, TITLES & MORE TITLES


The Way, The Truth, The Life

* * * *
The End of Entitlement

* * * *
The Imaginary Mind

* * * *
Love, Who Needs It?

* * * *
The Curious Cat

* * * *
A Smooth Reckoning

* * * *
The Last Stop

* * * *
How Little It All Matters

* * * *
What is the Herd Up To Today?

* * * *
Finally, A Good Rest

* * * *
Moment One

* * * *
The Gnawing Conundrums

* * * *
Empty Fire

* * * *
Details, Fucking Details

* * * *
You Will Get Over It

* * * *
Let It Go

* * * *
Countdown

* * * *
The Lone Contrail

* * * *
The Last Contrail

* * * *
No, It Is Not A Conspiracy

* * * *
Poor You

* * * *
The Bastion of Freedom

* * * *
The Last Wheezing Breath

* * * *
Changing Your Mind

* * * *
Jesus Unplugged

* * * *
The Final Solution

* * * *
And They Died, Too

* * * *
Toast the Moon

* * * *
Better Luck Next Time

* * * *
Toodle-oo

* * * *
Acts of Corruption

* * * *
Ta-Ta For Now

* * * *
My Insanity

* * * *
And Greed Ruled

* * * *
And Fear Ruled

* * * *
And Hate Ruled

* * * *
Consequential Acts

* * * *
Inconsequential Acts

* * * *
The Final Sort

* * * *
The Day the World Stood Still

* * * *
This Modern Time

* * * *
The Dilemma of Stuff

* * * *
There It Is

* * * *
The End of the Line

* * * *
The Parameters of Time and Space

* * * *
Anything Goes

* * * *
Where’s the Mystery?

* * * *
It is All You

* * * *
Quantum Selection

* * * *
Moments of Inattention

* * * *
Let the Fates Decide

* * * *
Everyone a Judge

* * * *
The Art of Speculation

* * * *
The Great Meh

* * * *
Sweet Oblivion

* * * *
Grand Oblivion

* * * *
Immaculate Oblivion

* * * *
The Given Moment

* * * *
Full Stop

* * * *
Statistical Foreplay

* * * *
The Art of Manliness in Modern Suburbia

* * * *
A Bridge Too Far

* * * *
Dead in the Water

* * * *
Your World, Your Universe: How It Seems to You

* * * *
The Warrior’s Way

* * * *
The Coward’s Way

* * * *
What’s Your Slant?

* * * *
Another Glorious Waste

* * * *
The First Curse to the Last

* * * *
Joy to the World

* * * *
You are the Quantum Matrix, The Quantum Matrix is You

* * * *
The Eye of the Beholder

* * * *
Original Sin? Or Original Lie?

* * * *
The Art of Blasphemy

* * * *
The Veil of Identity

* * * *
Closed Fist, Open Hand

* * * *
Closed Mind, Open Mind.

* * * *
Baseline

* * * *
Flow Like Water

* * * *
A Torturous Endgame

* * * *
Day Tripper

* * * *
Dead While Living

* * * *
Feel the Crosshairs

* * * *
The Ignorance of Knowledge

* * * *
One Moment

* * * *
The Epiphany Voice

* * * *
The Mini-Death of Sleep

* * * *
The World of Entitlement

* * * *
The Joys and Sorrow of God

* * * *
A Necessary Bother

* * * *
The Joys and Sorrows of Otherness

* * * * 
The Blame Game

* * * *
What’s Your Addiction?

* * * *
What’s Your Obsession?

* * * *
The Mundane

* * * *
Your Little Pyramid

* * * *
The Song of Mystery

* * * *
In Surrender, Grace

* * * *
With But a Glance

* * * *
The Mirage of History

* * * *
The Quantum Revelers

* * * *
The Tortures of Existence

* * * *
The Mania of Yet Another Thought

* * * *
Yet Another Day

* * * *
A Window of Vanity

* * * *
The One and Only Revolution

* * * *
The Man Who Suffers

* * * *
The Web of Time

* * * *
The Web of Mind

* * * *
The Hoity-Toities

* * * *
The Grovelers

* * * *
The Quantum Kaleidoscope

* * * *
The Human Experience

* * * *
The Lies That Time Writes

* * * *
An Impromptu Passion Play

* * * *
Tits for Brains

* * * *
Dick for Brains

* * * *
Legends of the Fall

* * * *
As Awareness Witnesses It

* * * *
You Call That Progress!?

* * * *
Passing Through Time, And Time Through You

* * * *
This Is Not a Test

* * * *
What Will You Endure Before It is Over?

* * * *
Diminishing Daily

* * * *
Hindsight 2020

* * * *
Resist the Herd

* * * *
How’s Your Myth Going?

* * * *
The Progress That is Not

* * * *
Another Day, Same Old Story

* * * *
Life is a Marathon

* * * *
House of Cards

* * * *
The Cycle of Revenge

* * * *
Spiritual Pride

* * * *
Sensory Programming

* * * *
The Garden of the Seven Days

* * * *
Different Time, Same Moment

* * * *
A Cloak of Vanity

* * * *
True Science Has No Bounds

* * * *
You, Assumption

* * * *
Admit What You See!

* * * *
Rogue Buddha

* * * *
Oh, Insidious Dust

* * * *
Do Not Rely on Hope

* * * *
Doors of Perception

* * * *
Life is a Death Sentence

* * * *
What it Is

* * * *
The Subtlety! The Subtlety!

* * * *
The Ever-Playing Story

* * * *
The Bogeyman

* * * *
Awareness Has No Bounds

* * * *
Being Versus Becoming

* * * *
Read the Sign, Get in Line

* * * *
The Moment

* * * *
Awareness Versus Narration

* * * *
The Candid View

* * * *
Witty Ditties

* * * *
Read the Instructions

* * * *
The Predators Among Us

* * * *
There is No Problem that Death Cannot Solve

* * * *
Pretending You Exist Again, Eh?

* * * *
Rooting for Mother Nature

* * * *
The Wackos That Lead Us

* * * *
The Flavors of Imagination

* * * *
The Final Eye

* * * *
Thoughts to My Self

* * * *
The Ditty Man

* * * *
Shit is Shit, No Matter the Shade

* * * *
Variations of a Theme

* * * *
Of Hearth and Home

* * * *
Imagination’s Reign

* * * *
A Bunch of Words

* * * *
The Cosmos That Vanity Built

* * * *
Martyrdom: The Highest Form of Vanity

* * * *
Life Sentence

* * * *
A State of Watchfulness

* * * *
A Life of Distraction

* * * *
On Letting Your Story Go

* * * *
Deeds and Words

* * * *
They Will Get Over It

 * * * *
The Awareness That Let Its Story Go

* * * *
Seeking the Reaper

* * * *
Christianite

* * * *
The Consequences of Choices

* * * *
Cha-Ching!

* * * *
The Diminishment

* * * *
Do What Amuses You

* * * *
Rehashing Your Story Daily

* * * *
The Hungry Tongue

* * * *
Prattle and Notion

* * * *
Unredeemable

* * * *
Everything You Hold Near and Dear

* * * *
Steady As She Goes

* * * *
The Man Who Gave His Story to the Wind

* * * *
Master of Nothing

* * * *
The Sacrificial Lamb

* * * *
The Rest is Imagination

* * * *
Empty As She Goes

* * * *
Embrace the Futility

* * * *
The Spoils of War

* * * *
Good Luck With That

* * * *
Everything Means Nothing

* * * *
Nothing Means Nothing

* * * *
Windows of Absurdity

* * * *
Starting All Over Again

* * * *
The Mind Without a Story

* * * *
The Peace of Oblivion

* * * *
Genomic Genocide

* * * *
Genomic Suicide

* * * *
What It Takes to Wake Up

* * * *
The Unconditioned Mind

* * * *
Ironic Faith

* * * *
The Spoils of War

* * * *
The Habit of Thinking

* * * *
A Life of Distraction

* * * *
The Beginning of the Story

* * * *
The Middle of the Story

* * * *
The End of the Story

* * * *
The Beginning of all Stories

* * * *
The Middle of all Stories

* * * *
The End of all Stories

* * * *
Fresh Eyes

* * * *
​Just Another Story

* * * *
These Eyes

* * * *
Same Pattern, Different Day

* * * *
The Apocalypse of Fear​

* * * *
A Window of Entitlement

* * * *
Fear Rules

* * * *
Batten Down the Hatches

* * * *
Push the Shift Key

* * * *
Questing the No Mind

* * * *
The Full Cup

* * * *
Apocalypse Now

* * * *
Mind Without Bounds

* * * *
The Regalia of a Dream

* * * *
Man Overboard

* * * *
The Armageddon of Fear

* * * *
The Watching

* * * *
The Tale of No Mind

* * * *
The Tale of One Mind

* * * *
Resist the Herd

* * * *
Oblivion or Bust

* * * *
Every Story Has an Ending

* * * *
The Fear-Based Life

* * * *
Piss Off, Mate

* * * *
Everybody Must Get Stoned

* * * *
The Makeshift Dream

* * * *
The Ripples of Hysteria

* * * *
It’s Howdy Doody Time

* * * *
What Is It to You?

* * * *
That World No Longer Exists

* * * *
Gone, Gone, The Damage Done

* * * *
The Unintentionalialities 

* * * *
The Mystery’s Indivisible Trinity: Awareness, Imagination, Quantum

* * * *
Question the Answers, Question the Questions

* * * *
The Desire Dimension

* * * *
The Fear Dimension

* * * *
The Undifferentiated Now

* * * *
Hope Fails Again

* * * *
The Three-Eyed Raven

* * * *
The Dream Carries On

* * * *
Silver Linings

* * * *
What’s Your Box?

* * * *
The Willy-Nilly Mob

* * * *
The Weenie Men

* * * *
Idolatry from the Get-Go

* * * *
The Lie That Mind Wrote

* * * *
ADUSA: Assume Dead Until Seen Again

* * * *
A Different Jesus in Every Mind

* * * *
The Not-So-Good Samaritan

* * * *
The So-It-Goes Samaritan

* * * *
The Bad Boy Samaritan

* * * *
The Mind Without Attributes

* * * *
Rules!? In a Knife Fight!?

* * * *
Empty the Cache

* * * *
You Who Are About to Die, We Salute You

* * * *
What Does the Mystery Care?

* * * *
Why Weep for the Dead? You Are Among Them

* * * *
A Drifting Nonchalance

* * * *
All, Alone

* * * *
Ugly Just Got Uglier

* * * *
Lies Upon Lies Upon Lies

* * * *
Free Your Self

* * * *
Same Clay, Different Day

* * * *
Crossing the Rubicon

* * * *
Assumptions Upon Assumptions Upon Assumptions

* * * *
Share and Share Alike, Take and Take Alike

* * * *
Shit Happened

* * * *
It is Just a Story

* * * *
Dust Become Critters, Critters Become Dust

* * * *
Death is a Great Problem-Solver

* * * *
The Willy-Nilly Herd

* * * *
Spend That Last Dime, Save That Last Bullet, Borrow a Gun

* * * *
Within Each Mind, Both Lock and Key

* * * *
Blessed Are the Dead

* * * *
Awareness is Without Attributes

* * * *
Beyond All Description

* * * *
Awareness Stands Alone

* * * *
Too Honest Again

* * * *
Old Man Bladder

* * * *
Pray for Rain

* * * *
The Multi-Faceted Nature

* * * *
The Plebian Nature

* * * *
Survival of the Fittest, Thriving of the Inadequate

* * * *
Born Ready

* * * *
Those Shaping Moments

* * * *
Delusion 101

* * * *
Illusion 101

* * * *
The Seedling Happenstance

* * * *
Feels Like Forever

* * * *
Making a Point in a Pointless World

* * * *
Awareness Aware of Its Self

* * * *
The Lazy Man’s Guide to Getting Lazier by the Day

* * * *
Damn the Reaper, Full Speed Ahead

* * * *
All Are Punish'd

* * * *
The Loneliness Created by Time

* * * *
The Paradigm-Shifter

* * * *
Talk Does Not For Pudding Make

* * * *
Be Anonymous Without, Be Anonymous Within

* * * *
Bureaucratic Malaise

* * * *
Nothing to Write Home About

* * * *
Slathered with Vanity

* * * *
A Few Splinters

* * * *
Rich Man’s Game, Poor Man’s Fight

* * * *
The Definite Maybe

* * * *
It Boils Down to This

* * * *
Humble Up, Humanity

* * * *
Fear Works All Too Well

* * * *
Why Take Life Personal?

* * * *
Why Make Assumptions?

* * * *
The Monkeyverse

* * * *
Just Another Way to Die

* * * *
Regarding Your Own Propaganda

* * * *
Life, It’ll Kill Ya

* * * *
Be Warned

* * * *
Get a Dick

* * * *
Oh Boy, Oh Joy

* * * *
Twisted Buddha

* * * *
Crossing the Line

* * * *
A God-Eat-God World

* * * *
There is Nothing More

* * * *
You and Yours

* * * *
Death by Dying

* * * *
Nothing Is Perfect

* * * *
People Come, People Go

* * * *
Flesh and Bones

* * * *
All But a Dream

* * * *
An Articulate Destiny

* * * *
The Arrogance of Entitlement

* * * *
The Entitlement of Arrogance

* * * *
The Narcissist’s Guide to Higher Consciousness

* * * *
Eternity’s Historian

* * * *
Less Dogma, More Being

* * * *
Abiding in Nature

* * * *
The Point Between Life and Death

* * * *
The Undying Reality

* * * *
Pity the Young

* * * *
A Hard World to Ignore

* * * *
An Easy World to Dudge

* * * *
Be Time-Free

* * * *
Aloneness: Embrace It

* * * *
Dominos A-Quivering

* * * *
Easy Does It

* * * *
Dominos A-Quivering

* * * *
Dualistic Notion

* * * *
Moderation in All Things

* * * *
Anything Once and Awhile

* * * *
Romancing the Om

* * * *
Why Did You Come Back?

* * * *
The Imagination-Driven Universe

* * * *
Memes Rule

* * * *
The Land of Oblivion

* * * *
Curiosity’s End

* * * *
The Fantakey

* * * *
The Ever-Humming Mind

* * * *
How Absolutely Amazing is That?

* * * *
The Outlier

* * * *
The Outlier’s Cave

* * * *
Freedom, Assume It So

* * * *
The Smattering

* * * *
No Witness, No History

* * * *
It is Not for You to Decide

* * * *
The Pure Beingness of Awareness

* * * *
The Web of Consciousness

* * * *
The Contractions of Consciousness

* * * *
The Undifferentiated State

* * * *
The Bitter Brew

* * * *
Check Your Entitlements

* * * *
Sucking Thumb, Sucking Screen

* * * *
Human(un)kind

* * * *
No Going Back

* * * *
Rolodexing the Day

* * * *
A Tool of Fate

* * * *
The Goldilocks Malady

* * * *
Floating in a Dream

* * * *
The Wisdom of Insecurity

* * * *
The Insecurity of Wisdom

* * * *
The Rolodex of Bothers

* * * *
Now is Enough

* * * *
Superstitious Minds

* * * *
All Things Pass the Same

* * * *
The Dick Tracy Times

* * * *
Quantum Menagerie

* * * *
Always Look Back

* * * *
The Great Monkey Mind

* * * *
The Underbelly

* * * *
The Seer

* * * *
The Witness

* * * *
Still Sucking Thumb

* * * *
The Dark Crystal

* * * *
Nappytime

* * * *
The Ant’s Life

* * * *
Analog Versus Digital

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

* * * *
The Quantum Paradox 

* * * *
The Empty Setless

* * * *
The Undifferentiated Mind

* * * *
Pain is the Teacher

* * * *
The Natural Life

* * * *
The Effortless Dream

* * * *
Nothing Known, Nothing Unknown

* * * *
Ignore the Attributes

* * * *
Rational Minds

* * * *
The End of Patriotism

* * * *
The Effort-Filled Mind

* * * *
Fun and Games, Bread and Circuses

* * * *
During and Meanwhile

* * * *
The History of One

* * * *
The Wanderfest Manifesto

* * * *
Off the Rails

* * * *
The Awareness Prior to Consciousness

* * * *
Awareness Has No Identity

* * * *
Morons in Charge

* * * *
The Swish and Swirl of Ego

* * * *
Sneaky Does It

* * * *
Tasty Trouble

* * * *
The Great What Is

* * * *
The Great What Is Not

* * * *
The Student of Truth

* * * *
Trouble Never Sends a Warning

* * * *
The Grand Theater

* * * *
Discipline for Discipline’s Sake

* * * *
The Bleak End

* * * *
As the Crow Flies

* * * *
Do You Hear the Fates Laughing?

* * * *
Ignorance Can Be Troublesome

* * * *
Denial and Delusion

* * * *
Tilling Your Own Ground

* * * *
Yet Still You Cling

* * * *
The World of Other

* * * *
The World of Appearances

* * * *
The Weavings of Emptiness

* * * *
The World of Self

* * * *
True Belief Requires No Belief

* * * *
True Faith Requires No Faith

* * * *
This Modern World

* * * *
Loaded Words Unending

* * * *
The Glut of Gluttony

* * * *
All Creatures Great and Small

* * * *
The Clinging Thing

* * * *
The Road to Extinction

* * * *
Moderate Your Greed

* * * *
Voodoo Balls

* * * *
There Is Only One First Time

* * * *
The Greed Machine

* * * *
Hell is Other People

* * * *
Consequences and Repercussions

* * * *
Loaded Words

* * * *
The Futility of Philosophy

* * * *
The Sleeping Mind

* * * *
The Awakened Mind

* * * *
Ignorance Was Bliss

* * * *
The Boon and Bane of Imagination

* * * *
Oblivion is Pretty Final

* * * *
Forget Who You Think You Are

* * * *
The Amalgamation

* * * *
The Givers

* * * *
The Takers

* * * *
The Needy

* * * *
Catching the Wave

* * * *
The Great Whatthe#$*!

* * * *
Haters Abound

* * * *
What a World

* * * *
Remembered Again, Forgotten Again

* * * *
Remembered Again

* * * *
Forgotten Again

* * * *
Awareness Harbors No Duality

* * * *
Imagination is the Harbor of Duality

* * * *
Written by the Hands of Time

* * * *
The Lie That History Wrote

* * * *
Hypocrisy Has No Bounds

* * * *
Panawareness

* * * *
A Herald of Bullshit

* * * *
Slipping Through Anonymous

* * * *
Un-Heralded Bullshit

* * * *
Heralded Bullshit

* * * *
No Doubt, No Worries

* * * *
The Soul of All Souls

* * * *
The Mind of Michael


COROLLARIES


Matthew 6:10
​From the King James ​Version of the New Testament​
Second verse of the Lord's Prayer​ in ​the Sermon on the Mount​ in ​​the Gospel of Matthew:
Thy kingdom come,​ t​hy will be done​ in ​earth, as it is in heaven.
​Yaj Ekim's Corollary:
Kinda scary if you tweak on it a bit.

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

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


THE STANDARD RIPOSTES


It has been interesting, but I would never do this to my Self again.

* * * *
Oblivion, my favorite.

* * * *
You but cheap, you buy two or three times.

* * * *
A leader can only lead where followers will follow.

* * * *
Pleasure is the absence of pain and bother.

* * * *
There is nothing that you are going to do that I have not done, seen done, or thought about doing.

* * * *
Life, it’ll kill ya.

* * * *
You make me laugh plenty hah-hah hard, Pilgrim.

* * * *
Pay attention, you might live longer.

* * * *
Pity the young.

* * * *
I bask in envy.

* * * *

Another thing I desperately don’t need.

* * * *
Always look back.

* * * *
I have worked very hard to be this lazy.

* * * *
Waiting for the Reaper.

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

* * * *
A Christmas Tree is dying to come home with you.

* * * *
I brake for tailgaters.

* * * *
An empty bladder and a full clip.

* * * *
Yowza!

* * * *
Wallahoo!

* * * *
Ciao, ciao.

* * * *
Holy Schmoley, Batman.


SKETCHES OF THE ONCE UPON A TIME

(A few epiphanies and other hallmark moments)


As I approached the last wisps of childhood, my best friend, Lyle Bibens, died of leukemia.
He was the oldest of three adopted children by the couple at whose wedding my parents had met.
Our families often spent cordial evenings together in our homes, as well as many vacations
Camping at Seacliff Beach on Monterey Bay along the Northern California coast.
Lyle and I were bonded from the earliest memories by countless adventures
Whose vague memories have been fondly recalled many times in the years since.

It was my first human death.

Out alone on the lawn in front of our ranch house in Hughson about a month later,
the reality of death suddenly dawned on me: I would never see Lyle again.
I wept uncontrollably at the loss of relationship we had so enjoyed.

As the tears dried, without any prompting, I took from his memory the quality I most admired:
His audacity to step into any situation and start conversations with strangers as we wandered about.
For me, who was at that youthful time much more reserved, it was always something of a shock.

This was perhaps the first time, and certainly not the last, that an epiphany twinkling,
a moment of sudden revelation or insight, clearly made itself known
in the dawning of this philosophical mindset.

* * * *
Sometime in the very way hazy long ago, cousin Debbie Hunt
had a boyfriend named Teryl, who was my intro to the Buddhist slant.
At some point the three of us were hiking Mount Tamalpais in the Bay Area,
and I uttered some comment about how astounding San Francisco Bay must have been
before Manifest Destiny took root and things begin their descent into the world I so decry today.
Teryl’s Zen-ish response was that it was really the same as it had always been.
It was likely my first koan; one I am still trying to crack.

* * * *
Dreams have never been a high priority in this existence,
But there was a recurring one that began back in the years before adolescence.
One in which I felt helplessly, hopelessly, powerlessly trapped beneath a suffocating, bean-like torrent,
Which only ended when I finally realized it was my spirit being conditioned by the world.
It may well have been the first intuition of all that has since transpired.

* * * *
One agreeable day in high school in the junior or senior year,
While chatting casually with a small group of male peers,
it suddenly dawned on me that I needed to learn to become a man.
From that day forward I would take as my own, emulate, as I had from Lyle,
any qualities esteemed from the many as yet unknown men whose paths mine would cross.

* * * *
I had taken three years of drafting since the freshman year of high school.
My relationship with the hundred-ish peers I had been with since kindergarten
in the small rural town of Hughson at the center of the Central Valley of California
was sociable, but relatively aloof, so sitting alone at the drafting table for hours and hours,
with the thought that I might someday become a draftsman, or even architect, was a natural fit.
The drafting room was at the west edge of the campus across from the band room in another building.
One day while working away, listening to the band practicing, I suddenly realized a deep yearning
to be more sociable, to participate with others and my future in an as yet un-articulable way.
That was my final year of drafting, and a senior year very different from anything
theretofore experienced in the first twelve years of public education,
and the first of many tacks in the voyage that fostered this.

* * * *
The Hughson Union High School Awards Ceremony for the Class of 1972
was held out on the old football field a few days before graduation.
I was called up seven times for awards of recognition and small scholarships.
Looking out at my applauding classmates as I walked down the steps of the small stage,
the epiphany voice clearly stated in its ethereal way: “Surely, there must be more to life than this.”

* * * *
What pleasure I get from playing with language to the best of my moderate ability.
Thank the gods for computers, for word processing and its spelling, thesaurus, and grammar support.
It makes clear the remark the old woman made about there being so many spelling errors
back when I briefly soloed the Waterford News in the old school daze
of manual typewriters, erasable paper, and whiteout.
And real cameras and darkrooms, too.
Oh, how I so often long for that simpler time,
Where a pleasant sense of solitude and serenity reigned,
And the world with all its tangles was far away, only barely important.

* * * *
Sometime during my years at Modesto Junior College, while in the library walking through the stacks,
three small hardbound, pastel-colored books leapt into the awareness and drew me like a magnet.
They were the “Commentaries on Living” by Jiddu Krishnamurti, an Indian philosopher.
Checked out the first one, and though it seemed worth reading, it made me sluggish.
So, I fairly soon returned it, and a week later nonchalantly pilfered all three.
It would not be until I had entered the working world a few years later
that I was finally able to read them without drifting off into drowse mode.
It was the beginning of a lifetime of quixotic exploration, both inner and outer.
Finally, ten or twenty or whatever years later, in a pang of rarely felt compunction,
I bought the paperback versions and dropped all three into the sidewalk book return box.
Rest assured that it was a move bemoaned many times since.
Wondering if they are still there …

* * * *
Many mothers incline to filter their grown-up sons as the ten-year-olds they so long ago were.
How often have we heard ones with mass murderers on death row tearfully declaring their innocence?
After returning from my odyssey, mine became increasingly aware that I was no longer her little boy.
One day, out of some blue, she exclaimed about the man I had become, “What happened to you!?”
“Life,” was my answer.

* * * *
Russ Kalen was one of the more than a few chiropractors through the years
who spent many sessions trying to put my Humpty-Dumpty body back together again.
I recall him one day stating as he popped something back into place that it would not long stay:
“Mike, I think your body is afraid of you."


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


THE REAL IS DISCOVERING SERIES


POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS


Finally, a good rest

* * * *
Toodle-oo

* * * *
About time

* * * *
Ta-ta for now

* * * *
I was tired of this world anyway

* * * *
Oblivion, my favorite

* * * *
This dream, this cosmos, no longer exists

* * * *
Gone, gone, the damage done

* * * *
Oblivion or bust

* * * *
Thank you, Mister Reaper, thank you

* * * *
Master of Nothing

* * * *
Cha-Ching!


BREADCRUMBS


Contemplating the end many moments every day, but still managing to cling like everybody else.

* * * *
I have certainly written humankind off.
As you have no doubt heard me say more than once,
It has been interesting, but I would never do this to my Self again.

* * * *
Sixty-seven is a nice prime number for a departure year.

* * * *
Counting down.

* * * *
Never intended to write all this; it just bubbled up of its own accord.

* * * *
There is very little that interests me about growing old.

* * * *
Materialism has played a big part in my absurdity.

* * * *
I could not live your life; to perchance witness a snippet was enough to get the gist.

* * * *
A long life, so many agonies, so many ecstasies, and a new day underway.

* * * *
I am nearly run out of time,
But have played my piece, left behind my piece,
For those relative few who might chance across and ponder upon it.

* * * *
For my art, I do suffer.

* * * *
How remarkable it has been to have lived through
Both the pinnacle of the human paradigm
And its slide into the great decline.

* * * *
Oblivion, my favorite.

* * * *
So tired of being tired.

* * * *
Have somehow managed to survive my foolishness longer
Than some, if not many, would have ever thought possible.

* * * *
Writing it this way, without the influence of followers or naysayers,
Has left me free to write anything that came to mind,
No matter how inane or implausible.

* * * *
Getting older is rather annoying.

* * * *
My Little Pyramid

* * * *
Spent my life walking away from things I was done with or did not work for me.

* * * *
It has been quite an adventure, many lifetimes rolled into one, eclectic's the word.

* * * *
Dead while living.

* * * *
Disturbed am I? Yeah, by you.

* * * *
Alas for the book industry that movies and such are more my medium these golden pond daze.
The attention span is no longer sturdy enough to sit for hours and hours of fine literature anymore.

* * * *
Prayer: May have tried it once or twice just to see what it felt like, and the answer was meh.

* * * *
Pain is the teacher, and I am weary of the lesson.

* * * *
Done that … and that, too … and also that.

* * * *
Need I say more? Need I say less? Need I have ever said anything at all?

* * * *
An invalid I have become, I have, I have.

* * * *
I am center stage in my universe, and a reflection in yours.

* * * *
For my art I did suffer.

* * * *
Napman

* * * *
I, Assumption

* * * *
These are the drugs I have thus far done in my time:
Pharmaceutical: morphine, amphetamine.
Street: marijuana, hashish, psilocybin mushrooms, ecstasy,
lysergic acid diethylamide, peyote, nitrous oxide, methamphetamine, cocaine, opioids.
And store bought: sugar, caffeine, nicotine, in all their nefarious forms.

* * * *
Done gone rogue Buddha.

* * * *
Do I laugh? Do I cry? Do I love? Do I loathe? Do I enjoy? Do I suffer?
Do I Create? Do I preserve? Do I destroy?
What a thing, this fickle mind.

* * * *
Older and older, more and more withered by the day,
I conceal myself in one open or another.
Seen or unseen, what matter?

* * * *
How inexplicable, how curious, how odd,
To have discerned the awareness, indelible source of all.
What an amazing mystery, no answer to be had, were one ever called for.

* * * *
Could cynicism be any darker than what I have herein painted?

* * * *
Along with all the other pains of this mind-body’s long and winding sojourn,
A carpal tunnel operation took a disastrous turn by my own hubris.
Was never a fast typist, and am now even painfully worse.
It is what it is, and must be endured as such.
No point wishing it was different.
It is either drive on,
Or a lead infusion of the lethal sort.

* * * *
What I have to offer is priceless beyond all value.

* * * *
When it comes to solutions to problems of great political or economic magnitude,
Any that I might conjure are just as opinionated and arbitrary as everyone else’s.

* * * *
Yet another witty ditty waiting for the keyboard.

* * * *
The Ditty Man

* * * *
Oh joy, another thing to be responsible for.

* * * *
Fantasy is much less bother, and makes for better napping.

* * * *
Thoughts to my Self.

* * * *
​I refuse to play that game.

* * * *
Have yet to meet a man whose marital bliss I envy.​

* * * *
Running out of excuses to wake up in the morning.

* * * *
I be human being who happened to be born in Kaliforny,
In the Disunited States of America at its height of its delusion and greed,
And never had the acuity nor the craving to get out of Dodge.
Being inside the dronosphere was a big plus.

* * * *
Hopefully, the Reaper does not mind being laughed at.

* * * *
Moving slow but moving.

* * * *
No point to getting old and withered and decrepit as far as I discern it.
Nothing much left that needs to be seen or done in this mind.
The human paradigm is headed toward a harsh end.
No need to experience much more of it.

* * * *
Metropolises, large or small, do mot do anything for me anymore.
Just masses of cement, metal, glass, plastic, asphalt, and ceaseless consumption,
Leading nowhere this eye of awareness ever needs to wander again.

* * * *
This poor old body is having trouble handling this Soul anymore.
When they say the young don’t know what they’ve got,
I’m here to testify it be as true as true can be.

* * * *
I have always done whatever until it stopped amusing me.

* * * *
When I cook for myself at this writing, I don’t; I graze.

* * * *
Oh, for a quantum-piercing time machine
To watch how the human paradigm plays out.
Will it be as madly dystopian as I imagine?

* * * *
Staying attached in an aloof sort of way.

* * * *
Every mind concocts a different Jesus, and mine died too long ago to bother about.

* * * *
What can I say, nothing interests me.

* * * *
Feel free to go ruin someone else’s day, and take your time about it.

* * * *
Had to bother waking up again today.

* * * *
Hey, I didn’t ask to be me.

* * * *
Don’t know, but I doubt it.

* * * *
So many things I just cannot be bothered to remember anymore.

* * * *
You think you got it rough; I’ve got to deal with this guy every moment.

* * * *
These writings will go the way all writings, all thoughts go; quietly, without fanfare.

* * * *
That stage does not interest me.

* * * *
Do not even think I am going to look back.

* * * *
Alas that I have been such a disillusionment to so many people
Along the long and winding road that has woven this mind’s tapestry.
Such is the destiny of those for whom their cosmos is the first and last pearl.

* * * *
Yummy, another way to die.

* * * *
Had a good time; alas that all come to one end or another.

* * * *
Oh, how I sometimes long for that unadorned old school time,
Where a pleasurable sense of solitude and tranquility quietly reigned,
And the world with all its endless tangles was far away, only barely important.

* * * *
Please do not hesitate to take your delusion elsewhere.

* * * *
Prayin’ for rain.

* * * *
Mowgli in the forest out the back door,
Huck Finn in the Mississippi across the street,
And Peter Pan in every realm between.

* * * *
Putting into words what words can never tell.

* * * *
An articulate destiny.

* * * *
Dissolving into oblivion.

* * * *
Eternity’s historian.

* * * *
Wrong rock if you are looking for a saint.

* * * *
… Once upon a time I was six …
… And then sixteen … and then 26 … 36 … 46 … 56 …
… And now 66 … perhaps someday 76 … maybe even 86 … or even an improbable 96 …
… What a dream …

* * * *
I am agnostic, I do not know, I do not  care.
I have no sense, no discernment that there is a god,
But if there is, it surely includes anything and everything.
Even me, even you.

* * * *
Just asleep enough to write all this.

* * * *
The convenience of being an unknown solo act
Is not having to cater to one herd mentality or another.
There is no freedom in the expectations of political correctness.

* * * *
Why do I keep coming back?

* * * *
It is not for me to decide.

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

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

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

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

* * * *
My little hobby.

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

* * * *
So wealthy I barely open the wallet to spend more.

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

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

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

* * * *
I have worked very hard to be this lazy.

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

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

* * * *
Yet another overbaked dogma.

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

* * * *
Born to do nothing.

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

* * * *
Too late in the game to have any appreciable impact.

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

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

* * * *
The ditty mind humming away.

* * * *
About as foreign a foreign policy as absurdity allows.

* * * *
Yet another moment of weakness.

* * * *
Tilling my own ground.

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

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

* * * *
Yet still I cling.

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

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

* * * *
Another ditty written by the hands of time.

* * * *
Joe Everyman.

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

* * * *
Ignorance was bliss.

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

* * * *
A Christmas Tree is dying to come home with you.

* * * *
I brake for tailgaters.

* * * *
Already dead, and do not even know it.

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

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

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

* * * *
The mind of Michael.

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


MY (NOT QUITE) HAIKU


Hot coffee on lips and tongue,
steams the glasses, too.
I draw another sip.

A garbage truck roars
down the rutted street,
Its wake swirling spring dust.

Strolling down the sidewalk,
An oblivious youth passes a landscaper
intently mowing a strip of lawn.

In my patio, typing away,
A lone dove quietly feeds on seed
Scattered maybe an hour ago.

Ninos said I should give him something.
A dilemma, until I finally found something
He didn’t already have.

John Williams in my ears.
A soundtrack to the universe
dancing and prancing all about.

On good and moderate days, I agape all things.
On an ill-tempered day, well,
let us not go there.

You want my love?
Then you must share it
with the rest of the mystery.

When was it I stopped crying?
When I saw the universe
for the dream it is.

This moment
is all I could ever imagine
letting go.

Three joggers pass by,
minding the social distancing
marking this modern time.

Drifting down the river of time,
I wonder at its mystery
And the falls ahead.

Can any cloud be more dark
than the stoical cynicism I bear
towards the dream dancing in my mind?

Sometimes I laugh hard and long.
Whether with or at,
I’m not telling.

The mailman cometh.
Netflix, bills, and all sorts of throwaways.
Santa Claus in blue.

The universe is an ever-mutating show of quantum design
How it came to this, how it continues on,
Only fools imagine knowing.

What is there to transcend,
When the moment from which awareness peers,
Is every figment you could yearn to be.


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


FIN


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Breadcrumbs 2020
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
© Michael J. Holshouser 2019
World Rights Reserved