The Unfolding Next Round-05/20/19


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 2019, they will be filed in their respective Breadcrumbs zones – Leftovers; Soundbites; Titles, Titles & More Titles; Corollaries; Possible Last Words & Epitaphs; Breadcrumbs; 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.

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Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2015 through 2018:

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

Website:

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Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

Ciao ciao,

M

LEFTOVERS


Santa Claus was real until you finally figured out he was  not.
The same with the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, Bigfoot, and Harvey the Pooka.
But Jesus?  No, Jesus is real. Jesus is not a lie. Jesus died for your sins, that you might exist forever.
Jesus is going return someday to take you up to heaven, no matter what evils you have done.
All you need do is believe, and hand over ten percent-ish to your chosen middleman.

* * * *
Any cult (a.k.a. religion) likely has these usual suspects in common:
Charismatic leader,
Supreme deity with supporting troupe,
Mythology, idols, dogma, rituals, symbols, dress code, hierarchy,
And most importantly, a collection of true believers tithing to support the prescribed mission.

* * * *
You are not your identity, you are not your body, you are not your cosmos.
That is but a temporal part you are conditioned to play in the given vessel.

* * * *
Do you truly yearn for the freedom of eternal awareness,
Or is it merely the huff and puff of agreeable words?

* * * *
The zombie-like stares of young minds adrift in one screen or another,
Dreaming in the virtual reality of quantum design of the mind-made one.

* * * *
It is more than likely you cannot handle nirvana; otherwise you would be there.
The harmony and peace of rapture is not for the meek of spirit or stale of mind.

* * * *
A most earnest determination is required to truthfully inquire into this inexplicable dream of time.
Any agenda concocted by any other offers nothing more than a long-and-winding labyrinth,
Replete with every imaginable smoke-and-mirror-illusory-deflection-of-a-distraction.
Whenever you are of a mind to every moment be the timeless state of awareness,
It will ever be the same right-here-right-now it has ever been, will ever be.

* * * *
This dreamy universe is all about chemistry playing out in ways beyond imagining.
It is about how the kaleidoscoping quantum theater is every moment patterned.
The entire cabaret is nothing more than an ever-changing puzzle of a matrix.

* * * *
Endorphins are central to human behavior patterns.
How any respond to any given scenario, to any given moment,
Depends on the endorphins that are released into the given mind-body.
No one need give themselves over to any conditioned response
But through the subjective levels of attachment
That rule their version of the cosmos.

* * * *
The further you are down the line in space-time’s genetic lottery,
The fewer big-picture choices you have as far as the human epic goes.

* * * *
The Titanic was not doomed until the iceberg tore down its starboard side,
And the indifferent sea rushed into the bobbing cork to finish the foul deed.

* * * *
You need not react, need not respond, need not answer, to anything, but through your own volition.
It is requires only your becoming acutely aware of the chemistries blended of desire and fear.
It requires observing closely, every moment, the feelings any given combination ordains,
Rather than simply giving awareness over to the conditioned mind-body responses.
The endorphin meter is set by the level of attachment to any given scenario.
To be as free as humanly possible is to function at a level of awareness
Challenging to manifest for any great duration of so-called time.
In other words, the indivisible now, the timeless moment,
The awareness you truly are in this reverie of time,
Is, far more often than not, being interminably shanghaied
By the time-bound imagination you are not, were not, will never be.

* * * *
Materialism is an aspect of any human dreamtime,
One that each and every one chooses to embrace or reject or integrate,
Depending on the endorphins that play out from the perception of possessing or being possessed.

* * * *
How much more satisfying, more agreeable, more enjoyable,
More gratifying, more pleasurable, even when giving,
To do anything creative or tedious or otherwise
For your imaginary mind-body self first.
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.

* * * *
When it comes to any communication, clear or otherwise,
It is the level of integrity that prompts, that governs,
The ways and means language is used and abused.

* * * *
The time of consequences is that timeless time
In which all must not only pay the inevitable ultimate price,
But all the sundry debts between now and then.
The end is nigh, and the road rocky.

* * * *
If you are not master of your own hunger, of your own greed,
How can you ever reasonably expect or encourage it in another?

* * * *
If there is nirvana, it is surely in the purest state of awareness,
To which the myriad knowns of consciousness entirely evaporate.
A pristine state to which complete and utter aloneness is the key.

* * * *
Vanity being what it is between two or more of the two-legged paradigm,
Sooner than later, something will always go awry in any given group context.

* * * *
Love is nothing more than an imaginary human concoction.
An evolutionary consequence of the mammalian nervous system,
That has no reality whatsoever in the awareness prior to consciousness.

* * * *
Where does not practicing Don Miguel Ruiz’s five agreements get you?
What happens when you are not impeccable with your word?
What happens when you take everything personally?
What happens when you make assumptions?
What happens when you do not always do your best?
What happens when you do not listen well with a skeptical ear?

* * * *
All your life you have followed some so-called religious archetype,
Deceiving your Self in one way or another with the ashes of a cultish tradition.
Yet here you are with that gnawing hunger to finally discover the truth behind the charade.
To finally apprehend, to finally yield, to the immaculate awareness you truly are.
And have only lacked the audacity to fully own, to fully stand alone.

* * * *
To without doubt grasp this inexplicable, impenetrable, inscrutable, incomprehensible,
Indecipherable, inseparable, indelible, mystical-magical mystery of awareness,
As indivisibly fearless and desireless and guileless as it absolutely is,
The resolute seeker can lie to anyone but himself, and only in special cases.

* * * *
Closely observe the insatiable craving for more of anything and everything,
And realize its intoxicating dynamic is entirely born of imagination,
That is itself risen of the instinctual origin of the species.
We are but a relatively brief advent in this magical-mystery tour.

* * * *
Awareness is incapable of doing anything and everything.
It is through consciousness’s genetic proficiency at spinning the quantum
In ways limited only by the given spectrum of imagination.

* * * *
Lots and lots of zeros way out there in the great beyond,
And bunches more on the wee side of the decimal point, too.

* * * *
You can imagine doing just about anything you please.
Playing out in your mind whatever good, whatever evil you will.
But what you actually do is your worldly mark in the dusty sands of time.

* * * *
True belief, true faith, true knowing, do not flower in dogma.
Discern the indivisible to slash the Gordian Knot of doubt.

* * * *
The psychic weight of space and time is played out daily in every mind.
It is the quantum mirage that inspires endless impromptu
In humankind’s epic collusion of imagination.

* * * *
This is what  you do.
No need to explain, justify, defend,
Absolve, prove, validate, rationalize, analyze, assert,
Vindicate, support, exonerate, uphold, modify, add to, or detract from.

* * * *
What agendas will set in stone the historical chronicles
Of this relatively brief window of the human paradigm?

* * * *
The mystery gave its Self a magical garden world,
With an abundant diversity of psychotropic and other substances,
That it might, in a temporal setting, discern its timeless prior-to-quantum presence.

* * * *
When it comes to pleasing yourself, as all good narcissistic hedonists so often do,
Why would solitary fantasy rather than theatrical reality ever be a bad thing?
What hypocrites play out in their pejorative noggins need not be a concern.

* * * *
Only the fairly rare can surround themselves with opponents
And be at peace with the differing realities perceived by others.

* * * *
How has this awareness come to be? And can its indelible nature ever be known?
Can its ever-present reality ever be truly discerned as more than a conception of consciousness?
How can that which is timeless, that which is indivisible, that which is unborn-undying,  
That which is prior to all that is quantum, ever be confined, or even touched,
By the time-bound-sensory-mind cosmos fashioned of imagination?

* * * *
There are a variety of remarkable substances
That will aid your discerning the truth of this mystery of existence.
That this quantum dream of time and space, of agony and ecstasy, of all dualistic notion,
Is ultimately nothing more than an imaginary light and sound show.
That you are absolutely alone for all eternity,
And cannot do a friggin’ thing about it,
Except succumb to one diversion after another,
Until you perchance wake up and stop smelling the roses.

* * * *
What has any revolution ever actually been
But switching one master for another,
And not necessarily for the better.

* * * *
Speaking truth to power generally only brings about change
If there is some sort of means, some sort of tool, some sort of weapon,
To influence, to leverage, to manipulate, to force, its attention.

* * * *
All history, even the most scholarly renditions,
Is founded on at least one untruth,
And more likely many.

* * * *
All judgments, opinions, conclusions, assessments, beliefs, prejudices, stereotypes, and the like,
Are ultimately meaningless, yet largely unavoidable given the dualistic nature of the sensory mind.
Best keep as many to yourself as possible if you aspire to the tranquility of political expediency.

* * * *
In any given sensory theater across the cosmos, across all creation,
Is it at all possible for consciousness to inspire anything but dualistic perception
In all but those rare few gifted with eyes that see and ears that hear.

* * * *
There is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow.
There is only the right-here-right-now
Of the indivisibly timeless today.

* * * *
What is this awareness?
What is this perceiving we call soul?
Is it truly something distinct, something definite?
Or merely yet another resonant assumption of consciousness?
If awareness is soul, you are soul; if awareness is not soul, you are not soul.
How any prefer to see it is their own affair, and theirs alone,
As it is for every other, under any sun.

* * * *
Mother Nature is an absolutely impartial creator-destroyer.
She will raise you up and grind you down with the same equanimity.
It is up to you, and you alone, to survive, to persist, the dream of time between.

* * * *
The singular, indivisible, ever-present now is the only point
At which the quantum spark of consciousness is touched by the senses,
The memory of which generates the illusion of time and space.
What is called reality is but a kaleidoscoping dream.

* * * *
Whether Jesus ever really existed or not,
Humankind is 99.9999% likely stuck
With Catholic and Christian and Mormon
And other cultish absurdity for the rest of time.

* * * *
How can the awareness, in which there is no trace of space and time,
Ever be known by the device that is the architect of space and time?

* * * *
What are success and failure to those who seek, those who discern,
Those whose calling is the indelible, indivisible, immortal awakening?

* * * *
Statistically improbable as it well may be in the grand immensity of the ever-expanding cosmos,
It is always possible that we are the one and only civilization that this vast universe as ever spawned.
To assume other worlds were, or will be, the right size in the right sun with the right chemistry
With an evolutionary track that fostered forests with mammalian life, opposable thumbs,
Larynxes, lungs, arms, legs​, tool-making brains – or something equally capable –
Might well be dubious, despite the near-infinity of star-crossed possibilities.

* * * *
Resisting the ever-present, indivisible nature of awareness is futile.
Consciousness is but temporal passenger of a mortal dream.
And must inevitably relinquish its reverie at one point or another.
It is the fate of all great to small to drown in the sea of timeless oblivion.

* * * *
Patience not being one of its greater virtues,
Avarice must always resist the urge
To kill the Golden Goose.

* * * *
A major die-off or extinction we are every moment choosing.
Assuming, of course, there is any further choice in the matter.

* * * *
What is any story but an endless array of scenarios moving through a series of stages:
Beginning to blossoming to thickening to darkening to blackening to resolving to ending.
Or as thinker Tzvetan Todorov put it: From equilibrium to disruption to equilibrium.

* * * *
And how often has your mortal existence
Been what you might have anticipated 
For any great length of time, if at all.

* * * *
Whoever.
Whatever.
Wherever.
Whenever.
Whyever.
However.

* * * *
What on earth leads human beings to believe any deity worth its salt
Would be at all interested in, at all concerned about, their pathetic tripe?
Imagine listening to all that wretched whining, day after day, for all eternity.

* * * *
Is it as much religion or spirituality as it is being in touch
With the timeless actuality of pure, undifferentiated awareness,
Without all the missteps and mishaps and absurdities of consciousness,
And the ceaselessly insufferable array of temporal vanities
Born of desire’s intoxication with imagination.

* * * *
It is the selfish and stupid and vain who will inherit the earth,
Because it takes great humility and intelligence to win heaven.

* * * *
Although often a temptation, giving can have its drawbacks.
Benevolence toward those who lack gratitude, those who feel entitled,
Can end up being little more than hollow gesture that changes absolutely nothing.
Pearls to swine, so to speak.

* * * *
Heaven, hell, purgatory, call them what you will, are but conceptual perceptions,
Attitudes, insights, experiences, beliefs, realities, dreamscapes, notions, impressions,
Equally witnessed by the indelibly indivisible, eternal awareness of any given moment.

* * * *
You keep trying to remember, you keep trying to forget.
Holding on, letting go, so incompatible, so paradoxical, so ironical.
The Sisyphean fate of the conditioned mind entangled in the theater of time.

* * * *
And why again is the human species in way different, in any way superior,
To any bacteria racing towards the perimeter of a laboratory Petri dish?

* * * *
Egalitarianism begets convergence begets peace begets creation begets life.
Extremism begets polarization begets conflict begets destruction begets death.
It is the ebb and flow of the human paradigm; it is the ebb and flow of all creation.

* * * *
Generally fairly wise to assume all your fussy persnicketiness about any this or any that,
Means pretty much diddly-squat to anyone anywhere else in this or any other dream of time.
Getting over yourself as often and quickly as possible is always judicious personal policy.

* * * *
Now the mind-body is doing this, now the mind-body is doing that,
None of it the awareness that is you without imagination assuming it so.

* * * *
Time is not your best friend but for way-never-enough moments,
And will again and again betray you, whittle you down,
At every irrevocable turn, unto the bitter end.

* * * *
Pleasure is the absence of pain.
Happiness, the absence of sorrow.
Wisdom, the absence of delusion.
Serenity, the absence of dread.

* * * *
The Me, the Myself, the I, are nothing more
Than the intangible, inseparable, indelible awareness,
Usurped by the dualistic notions of consciousness, of imagination.

* * * *
You are but timeless awareness peering through a quantum veil.
The you that you believe you are is but an imaginary concoction.

* * * *
How does mountain become a plain but by flowing into it.
How does a plain become a mountain but by upwelling into it.
In every greater there is a lesser; in every lesser there is a greater.
There is no stasis in this indivisible mystery of quantum design.

* * * *
A mystery pretending to be a human being, an earthling, a cosmic being.
A mystery pretend to be a white-male-labels-unending American.
A mystery that happened to happen, no reason known.

* * * *
Call it God, call it Soul, call it Whatever, there is only one mystery,
And it splinters into as many shards as any given universe will allow.

* * * *
The awareness you are is immortal; only the body dies.
You are older than the stars, younger than the moment.

* * * *
I am better than you, and my tribe is better than yours.
Same old me-myself-and-I narrative spun across the human paradigm
Since imagination took root in the jungle-born mind that evolved in the time before time. 

* * * *
Whenever thought attaches to any sort of attribute,
Imagination usurps reality, death raises its conditional mind,
And the indivisible awareness seamlessly dissipates from center stage,
Serenely witnessing the eternal dream from behind the veil of consciousness,
The cloak that flutters amok in every rational and irrational way imagination allows.

* * * *
‘The’ stillness before time? Or ‘a’ stillness before time?
‘The’ awareness before time? Or ‘an’ awareness before time?
Definitive or tentative, absolute or transitory, you decide.

* * * *
If there is any calling in this ineffable mystery,
Surely the highest is discerning the unknown.

* * * *
You can sit in ashrams staring at walls,
Or freely meander the dream doing whatever you will.
From any beginning to any ending, it matters not a speck of an iota.

* * * *
How can anyone abide this rambling cacophony
If they lack the ironical mind, the paradoxical wit?

* * * *
Which was first, the chicken or the egg?
Which was first, the breath or the thought?

* * * *
It is the eyes that create the greatest sense of separation within and without.
None of the other senses enhance dualistic notion in anywhere near the same way.
This grand theater matrix, this quantum dreamtime would not be without them.

* * * *
In this ever-changing quantum matrix,
No matter how many times anything is observed,
Neither it nor the mind’s eye of the beholder
Are ever even for a moment the same.

* * * *
If something is true, it is true rain or shine, forever and daze beyond,
And many if not most assumptions are little more than fallacious notions.

* * * *
Whether to fix something before it is broken
Can often be a question of resources and time,
As well as whatever inclination will be required.

* * * *
It is a reality all can freely know if they have the wit to give such attention to their mind
That it dissolves into the indivisibly from which all manifestation great to small materializes.

* * * *
There appear to be no stops in the senseless ways
To play out what appear to be an infinite array of insanities
Available in this manifest theater of consciousness.

* * * *
Whether you discern it or not, I know I am you, and you are me,
And we, no matter the discourse, no matter the fate,
Are ultimately born of the same mystery.

* * * *
Time for mystics to stand up and be counted,
To stand up to the innumerable insufferable tyrannies
Of so-called religions and other fabrications across the board.
That, of course, always runs risks of being stoned or burnt at the stake
Or some other time-honored practice of doing away with witches and heretics.

* * * *
There is no ‘Me’, no ‘Myself’, no ‘I’, in the indivisibility of awareness, how can there be?
The given mind that asserts its dream real and true, is but a conditioned illusion,
An ever-changing, temporal, quantum phantom born of imagination.

* * * *
It is the immortal awareness we all equally are that carries on
In whatever seedlings are available in this grand manifest theater.
Your particular notion of individuality is but a one-time dreamtime.
There is no heaven, there is no hell, but whatever imagination imagines.

* * * *
You have gone to all your bother so that others do not have to,
And others have gone to all their bother so you do not have to.

* * * *
So that’s who.
So that’s what.
So that’s where.
So that’s when.
So that’s why.
So that’s how.

* * * *
Imagination is but a streaming quantum dream
Usurping awareness to fabricate an imaginary self.
It is only in a very still mind that you will be true Self.

* * * *
Anyone can fabricate a story,
But to believe it true requires a gullible mind,
Lacking any shadow of doubt, and prepared to pay any cost.
Such is the destiny of the true believer.
Let the buyer beware.

* * * *
When it comes to the instinct to propagate,
Human beings have no more restraint than any other critter.
Rabbits, cockroaches, any creature you might name, is compelled by its biology,
But only for as long as its environment, its habitat, its milieu, its niche, its nook, its cranny, allows.
Which on the whole is not very long when you consider that more than 99 percent
Of all species ​that ever lived on Earth, amounting to over five billion,​
Are estimated to have been snuffed out by the winds of time.
Guesstimates of the living range from 10 to 14 million,
And their extinction is assured down the pike, too.
This whirling orb is a garden, not a museum.

* * * *
A rational, lucid, cynical, skeptical, absurd, asymmetrical mind
May be the most balanced adaptation consciousness can concoct.

* * * *
If you want to be totality,
Be the right-here-right-now awareness
As much as the given mind in space and time allows.

* * * *
What was can never be again,
And whatever will be will evaporate, too.
Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
The many attachments to which all are bound
Are subjective concoctions of our own individual imagination.
To be unbound, one must cast off into the indivisible solitude of pure awareness
From which all quantum creations are every moment spun.

* * * *
The human muddle is a slow-motion train wreck working its way off the tracks.
It will only be remedied by a massive die-off; it will only be solved by extinction​.

* * * *
You are an ethereal cloud of awareness
Poking about the conditioned concoction
Of a sensory-mind dream of space and time.

* * * *
Answer me this, Pilgrim: When have you ever even once not been
The timeless, indivisible, undying, enduring, right-here-right-now?

* * * *
If you were lost at sea, bobbing in the immense emptiness, totally alone, with no hope of survival,
It would really be no different than if you were sitting in your living room doing boob-tube shuffle..

* * * *
Religion as it is practiced by many if not most
Is nothing more than a hierarchical covenant
Inspired by one feudal paradigm or another.

* * * *
The you that you dream you are, is but a set of perceptions,
A collection of memories, a frame of reference, a grab bag of attributes,
Imagining your character real, your body real, your world real, your universe real.
Real being nothing more than an ever-changing quantum illusion
Mesmerizing the awareness equally permeating all.

* * * *
Geometric forms have absolutely no reality in nature.
Lines, circles, triangles, squares, pentagons, and all the many other shapes,
Are but conceptual creations by minds imagining perfect order
In an indivisible mirage born of quantum chaos.

* * * *
If you must believe in something, believe in nature,
And draw on science to explore its rhyme and reason.

* * * *
Is it what you want to be when you grow up? Or what you want to do?
The reality is that the isness you are as a newborn
Is what you will be at life’s finish, and every moment between.
Do not identify with any attribute that locks you into what you are not, will never be.

* * * *
You are the perfect, most indivisible you.
You are not flawed in any way or shape or form.
Imperfect minds formulate archetypes that can never be,
Like geometric shapes which have absolutely no reality in nature.
Leave behind all who would limit your dream of time.
Party on as you are, Pilgrim, party on.

* * * *
No matter how much you think you know, how large your frame of reference,
There is so-to-the-power-of-n much more that you do not, never will, never can.

* * * *
The philosophers scrutinize with their language.
The scientists and mathematicians with their facts and figures.
All dispatching imperative thoughts and conclusion upon every this, every that,
To the awareness, the anonymity, the obscurity, the spaciousness, the timelessness, the stillness,
The wakefulness that witnesses all eternity with equally immeasurable detachment.

* * * *
If you believe that any words, any numbers, mean anything to the mystery of now,
You must also imagine that wind and clouds mean something to the spacious sky.
Awareness is all, and the motley shards are but players wafting across the stage.

* * * *
The pleasures the Fates offer are balanced if not dominated
By the myriad consequences that will inevitably be endured.

* * * *
What cause means anything to the sands of time?
Ever blowing, ever blowing, on and on and on.

* * * *
Nature is the teacher.
Pain and death her instruments.
Live or die, you choose.
Give ear to sages.

* * * *
It might have happened ten seconds ago, ten years ago, or ten thousand years ago.
What is time, what is space, but the quantum-made concoction of imagination?

* * * *
What does it mean to exist? What does it mean to be alive?
What does it mean for the quantum mystery to be conscious of itself?
What does it mean for the all but immeasurable electromagnetic spectrum
To be able explore even a infinitesimal sliver of its boggling potential?
What does it mean for you to be pondering this thought right now?

* * * *
Memories from ten-twenty-thirty-forty-fifty-sixty-plus years ago,
Are as real as one even just a moment ago.
Imagination is all.

* * * *
Natural law supersedes any and all human constructs.
Too obvious to need a supporting witness or bang of a gavel.

* * * *
What is the eternal mind?
A mind that is awareness.
A mind that is perpetual.
A mind that is quantum.
A mind that is timeless.
A mind that is infinite.
A mind that is unborn.
A mind that is undying.
A mind that is absolute.
A mind that is immortal.
A mind that is indivisible.
A mind that is ever-present.
A mind that is ever-tranquil.
A mind that knows nothing.
A mind that is immaculate.
A mind that is everlasting.
A mind that is unbound.
A mind that is at rest.
A mind that is clear.
A mind that is solitary.
A mind that is sovereign.
A mind that is no mind at all.

* * * *
The consequences of the Seven Deadly Sins:
Pride and envy and gluttony and lust and wrath and greed and sloth,
Are eternities of universes beyond counting.
Moderation is the challenge.

* * * *
What effort it takes to hold that imaginary universe together.
So much simpler to abide in the pure awareness of eternity.

* * * *
All this was set in motion millions of years ago back in the jungles of Africa.
We are all born of a natural selection process that runs through the core of our DNA.
No point getting upset about the fact that men do what men do, and women do what women do.
The contemporary world may make the tango of our species absurdly complex,
But the fundamental patterning is ever very much the same.

* * * *
The mind is an insatiable beast, ever hungry for more.
More food, more sex, more things, more power, more fame, more fortune.
Tamp down the ceaseless more-more-more of consciousness
If you wish to wander about free and clear.

* * * *
Awareness is pristine and immaculate and clear of any blemish or stain,
But is it at all possible for consciousness to be without judgment?
Is not everything thought one form of judgment or another?
Opinions, assumptions, stereotypes, conventions, ideals,
Ethics, principles, labels, laws, pigeonholes, beliefs,
Conclusions, notions, expectations, values, norms,
Any patterns, any definitions, any attitudes, whatsoever.
The roots of pride, of vanity, are saturated with all of the above.

* * * *
​You do not exist in any way, any shape, any form, you think you do.
You are an imaginary, whimsical, fantastical creature,
Really no more real than a unicorn.

* * * *
Why are some so surprised that our fellow earthlings are intelligent?
We are all products of the same indivisible quantum essence.
We are all playing our parts in the same dreamtime.
Why would they not be our equals in their own awareness?​

* * * *
What is left to discover? What is left to win? What is left to conquer?
A battered-tattered-shattered world is not much to write home about.

* * * *
We are all very much alone together in this boggling quantum mystery theater.
Everyone has their own vision, their own insight, their own conclusion, their own sovereignty.
No one can possibly see it the same, so why should anyone be at all concerned
What anyone else thinks or says or writes or does?

* * * *
No matter how far you wander, how long you wander, where you wander, how you wander,
You will ever be abiding in the very same eternal prior-to-consciousness awareness.
You will ever be enduring in the very same perpetual right-here-right-now.

* * * *
What do you do when you are alone?
What do you do when there is no other about?
When there is no expectation, no reward, no punishment.
When there is no applause, no sanction, no rejection, no confinement.
What do you do when all bounds are entirely your own?

* * * *
What point to knowing it all, having it all, being it all, seeing it all, winning it all?
No matter the genetic role allotted, you are forever the same awareness,
You are ever the same essence, the same undying ever-present.

* * * *
Every life form ever born is of the same source.
Biological organisms sculpted of the same quantum essence.
No matter how large, no matter how small, none are really different at all.
For humankind to assert itself distinct or superior in any way, in any shape, in any form,
Is nothing more than consciousness imagining a collusion of delusion.

* * * *
Awareness is prior to consciousness.
Awareness is eternal, timeless, boundless.
Consciousness is temporal, time-bound, limited.
A dream and dreamer ensnared in a quantum mirage.

* * * *
If what is real, if what is true, is not equally free to all without conditions,
Then it is just another middleman invention, just another middleman scam.

* * * *
Believing your little blip of existence
Will make any significant impact is laughable.
Historical archives are chock-full of the all-but-forgotten.
Oblivion awaits your surrender.

* * * * 
What is sorrow but insistent, unrelenting self-absorption,
Unable to see anything beyond poor-me-poor-myself-poor I.

* * * *
How interested are you really in digging graves and attending wakes and funerals?
Do family and friends and acquaintances really carry that much emotional significance?
Or is it all nothing more than a who-buries-who obligation you bear with a sigh of resignation?

* * * *
To believe yourself wise, to believe yourself sage,
Can be yet another road to purgatory,
Yet another cautionary tale.

* * * *
Differences are ultimately not at all what the mind perceives them to be.
Emphasis on them disregards the indivisibility that equally permeates all.

* * * *
So many words, so many concepts, so many philosophies, so many dogmas.
All artificial, all just to describe, to explain, to illustrate, to capture, what always boils down
To the same timeless, unborn, undying, ungraspable mystery of awareness.
An eternal mystery that requires absolutely none of it.

* * * *
Dependence on tradition is a stupor that dulls the blade of discernment.
To stay free, to stay alert, to awaken to the greatest vision, best wander alone.

* * * *
Why should it take any effort to be what you are?
It most certainly did not when you were very young.
If there is effort, consciousness is ever the usual suspect.
If consciousness is but a dream, why give it credence?

* * * *
No matter how immense or minute, how bright or dim, any given mind –
Musical-rhythmically,​ ​visual-spatially,​ ​verbal-linguistically,​ logical-mathematically,​
Bodily-kinesthetically,​ ​interpersonally,​ intrapersonally,​ ​naturalistically​, ​existentially​, ​morally –
That given mind is ever bound in the limits of space-time by its imaginary potential.

* * * *
All creation is devised of the same common denominator,
The same essence, the same ground, the same matrix, the same quantum,
Conservation of energy, indeed.

* * * *
So many arguing and fighting and shunning and killing
Over assumptions about a mystery they can never solve.

* * * *
Yet another physical edifice, yet another conceptual edifice.
How we do like to build so many things to such great heights.

* * * *
What is organized religion but never-ending waves of covetous middlemen
Fabricating new ways to bedazzle and betray and bilk the fearful ignorant.

* * * *
Why fill your immaculate, indivisible, eternal mind
With all these religious labels, with all these religious dogmas,
To which our kind is so needlessly, pointlessly addicted?
Awareness is all there is, and there ain’t no more.

* * * *
What so many call love seems such a shallow, selfish thing.
It spawns an endless array of pleasurable endorphins,
But will be easily traded if the chance should arise,
And often transforms into hate in that process.

* * * *
Awareness will always remain exactly the same no matter how it is branded.
It is impossible to burden its stillness with any twist or turn of conscious design.

* * * *
Is there anything more tiring, more irritating, than working for a suit
Who does not have the wit to comprehend and appreciate all you offer?

* * * *
It is all merely indivisible quantum matter
Playing out a show in each and every mind,
None of it ultimately mattering all the while.

* * * *
Evolution has sculpted life into many patterns, many forms, many ways and means,
But it is ever the same soupy essence bubbling away beneath each and every surface.
All separation, all difference, all uniqueness, is nothing more than imaginary notion.

* * * *
Treat the corporal container wisely, with respect and care,
Or it will have its revenge, my friend, it will have its revenge.

* * * *
To give the mystery of awareness any name is dubious.
It is far too great a mystery to be confined in any way.

* * * *
Call it Brahman, call it Tao, call it Buddha, call it God, call it Yahweh, call it Allah, 
Call it Great Spirit, call it Soul, call it Quantum, call it You, call it whatever you please,
It is far too great, far to inscrutable a mystery to be limited in any way, any shape, any form.

* * * *
The human mind, human consciousness, is an insatiable beast,
Ravenously consuming everything it can, seeking experience at every level,
Including attempting to grasp, to know, the immeasurable unknown,
Whose indelible mystery is eternally, indivisibly unbreachable.

* * * *
There is a very wearing danger in attaching too much relevance
To the academics and their endless round-and-round
In the Ivory Tower Trivial Pursuit Game.

* * * *
At the end of any given day, at the end of any given life,
You will be the same awareness, the same right-hereness-right-nowness,
That you were at the beginning of the given day of the given life.

* * * *
Are the one-percenters and their minions ever truly loyal
To anything but gold and the things it buys, the things it owns? 
Only too late do the Midases discover the immeasurable they have lost.

* * * *
​What is this human drive, this obsession, for there to be a point to it all?
What is so challenging for so many about not having an explanation for something,
That every stratagem from superstition to science is used to engineer one account or another.

* * * *
A surer way to independence
Is to neither a borrower nor lender be.
To neither owe nor be owed allows a freer wander.

* * * *
The danger in all the religious studies babble is that you will never wake up
To the real point of all that has times-beyond-counting been said or written.

* * * *
Alas that a sizable number of two-leggeds in this world
Are not capable of the critical thinking required of a scientific mind.
Much easier to be naïve, to be credulous, to be superstitious.

* * * *
What if there is a final answer, and it still does not quench your ever-humming discontent?
What if it is yes? What if it is no? What if it is maybe? What if it is nothing? What if it is 42?

* * * *
The relatively negligible persona you play in that mortal container is a one-time show,
An extemporaneous fabrication of imagination that has no fundamental reality, whatsoever.
What you truly are is indivisibly more, and there is nothing individual, nothing personal about it.

* * * *
It is religions that are dead, not god.
That which is immortal source is very much present.
Very much eternally, indivisibly, permanently, right here, right now.
Very much the awareness, the witness, you truly are.

* * * *
However small or large the group, whether twosome or family or tribe or culture
Or organization or country or the entire species worldwide across all time,
What is the will of the people but a continually surging me-me-me.

* * * *
Yet another nuance with which to foster power and fame and fortune,
In whatever combination, whatever sequence, the given fate has in store.

* * * *
There is … just this moment.
There has always been … just this moment.
There will always be … just this moment.
No matter how hard you might try,
There are no dots to connect.

* * * *
The given brain is a quantum tool in which you abide for a fated time,
And with awareness and gumption and grit, and a pinch of good fortune,
You will perchance learn to maneuver it well, and without too much fallout.

* * * *
All chronicles are but piecemeal fabrications of illusory perceptions
Born of sensory minds wandering about a quantum playhouse.
Time is unreal, space is unreal, light is unreal, sound is unreal.
All is but imaginary notion, make-believe narratives from any get-go.
Only the immaculate awareness through which consciousness streams is real.

* * * *
What is this me, what is this myself, what is this I, but a time-bound dream of self-absorption.
Egocentric … ethnocentric … chronocentric … geocentric … heliocentric … cosmocentric.
It is all about an imaginary me-me-me projecting in every way, every shape, every form.

* * * *
All the gusty flurries of the mind are of absolutely no consequence to the eternal awareness.
The myriad concoctions of imagination are but time-bound fabrications
Of an ever-changing make-believe reality.
If you yearn for tranquility, if you yearn for true Self,
Abide the cosmos kaleidoscoping about you in the ground of awareness.

* * * *
The motley winds of consciousness with all its attributes, all its dualities:
Black and white hot and cold, full and empty, good and evil, life and death,
Has absolutely nothing to do with the still awareness through which it blows.

* * * *
In the grand finale, as you exhale that last wheezing breath, and perhaps long before,
All  your thoughts, all your deeds, will amount to the same nada
As before you gasped that first one.

* * * *
Coulda, shoulda, woulda.
Coulda, woulda, shoulda.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
Woulda, shoulda, coulda.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda.
However you might choose to say it,
Essentially the same no-rewind-no-excuses meaning.
Essentially the same oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
The Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Wrath, Greed, Sloth;
Each triggers it own unique gratification, its own distinct hormonal stimulation.
Look around and witness the countless extremes so many across the board
Are in their nature-nurture frame of reference inspired to experience.

* * * *
All across the world, the same conversation.
No matter the geography, no matter the time, no matter the culture,
No matter the tradition, no matter the politic, no matter the economics, no matter the technology,
No matter the religion, no matter the philosophy, no matter the language, no matter the dress, 
No matter the gender, no matter the family, no matter the education, no matter the work,
No matter the war, no matter the sport, no matter the pastimes, no matter anything;
Each and every human being, males and females of all ages and persuasions,
Are in every way imaginable, essentially having the same conversation.

* * * *
Bookstores, libraries, museums, thrift shops, garage sales, dusty collections, land fills, fiery pyres.
Selling, giving, burying, burning, books of every imaginable title written across the world, across time.
Billions and billions, likely even trillions of thoughts, set down again and again, forever again.
As if it really matters.

* * * *
Consciousness and all its imaginary assumptions is a tyrannical figment
Founded upon the evolutionary happenstance of the biological imperative.

* * * *
Mother Nature is immortal creator and destroyer.
Every moment simultaneously making and unmaking.
An ever-changing quantum apparition playing at existence.
Ever streaming, kaleidoscoping, appearing, dissolving.
Unconditionally, indivisibly, nothing all the while.

* * * *
Do you hurt or kill someone
Because they do not see it or do it your way?
How absurdly ludicrous is that?

* * * *
You are the ever-present awareness, commandeered by the given biological container,
Sailing the illusion of space-time playing out whatever consciousness its capacity allows.

* * * *
Who is your tribe?
Who are your parents, your siblings?
What is you gender, your race, your religion, your culture?
What are all your attachments to this dreamtime world, or some rumored next one?
And what, by the way, makes you so sure any of it is truly real,
Or that you were ever even born?

* * * *
The challenge is to not confuse the witness you are with what is witnessed.
To not attach in any way, in any shape, in any form, the awareness you truly are
With the sensory-inspired illusion-delusion of time and space kaleidoscoping about you.
You are pure awareness cloaked in a quantum reverie; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
Do not confuse the witness you are with what is witnessed.
Do not attach, do not cling in any way, in any shape, in any form,
The mystery you are, with the dream playing out about you.

* * * *
Awareness is simultaneously, indivisibly, indelibly prior
To any and all illusions sponsored by space and time.

* * * *
This is what you have always been.
This is what you will always be.
There is no more or less to it.
All else is naught but vain notion.

* * * *
Ponder, if you will, every life form from great to small, sentient to insentient,
All born of the same indivisible mystery, all born with the same immutable awareness.
Each and every one, very much alone, crafting its own unique translation of the quantum play,
Each and every one simultaneously imagining an existence, a world, a universe, in its own distinct way.

* * * *
The tyranny of mind,
All its ironies, all its paradoxes, all its becomings,
Is unending until it ends.

* * * *
Timeless awareness is what you are, is all you are.
The quantum theater and all its countlessly boggling attributes
Is but an imaginary, touchy-feely, three-dimensional light and sound show.
A dream of time and space ever gone as quickly as it came.

* * * *
Same old yada yada middleman,
Marketing the same old snake oil,
Repackaged with a shiny new label.

* * * *
The future is fucked in just about every way imaginable.
What will happen to all the young folk when their entitlement collapses?
Hopefully, the aliens will have a time machine when they show up in a few million years.

* * * *
Destiny is founded upon the sands of mind,
Written and unwritten every ephemeral moment
By the imaginary continuum of assumption.

* * * *
More food you shall never eat, more liquor you shall never drink.
More books you shall never read, more music you shall never hear,
More movies you shall never watch, more places you shall never see,
More clothes you shall never wear, more furniture you shall never use.
So many things you can never do, so many things you will never do.
In the endless, ceaseless,  perpetual, more of more, more, more.

* * * *
The vanity of the human drama is a ceaseless, absurdity-laden circus.
Buddha did it his way, Hitler did it his, your mother did it hers.
What difference in the indivisible quantum reality, really?

* * * *
So many things you can never do, so many things you will never do.
There is no point letting your panties get all bunched up about anything, really.
Much better give it the stiff-upper-lip “oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.”

* * * *
The ephemeral ground of imagination
Is built upon the ever-present quantum swirl.
The everything, the everywhere, nothing all the while.

* * * *
To declare, to assert, “I am free.”
Who is the I? What is am? What is freedom?
Imagination, what an illusive jester.

* * * *
So much gluttony, and for what but frivolous gratification,
And momentary, futile distraction from loneliness and self-pity.
Governing the ever-hungry mind requires a discipline so many lack.

* * * *
The electromagnetic spectrum is but a swirl of illusion
A dream to which you may or may not choose to subscribe.

* * * *
All human beings are shaped by the nature-nurture into which they are involuntarily cast.
All are conditioned, trained, programmed, indoctrinated, disciplined, humbled, tamed, cultivated,
Domesticated, subjugated, suppressed, conquered, curbed, pacified, repressed, brainwashed.  
To unshackle one’s true Self, to un-wash the mind, requires a great deal of discernment.
Each, very much alone, must choose, must grapple, to be free of all the absurdity.

* * * *
Despite all their names, all governments are oligarchies of one form or another,
Motivating the masses with whatever carrot or stick keeps the agenda moving.

* * * *
Enduring this existence, surviving this existence,
Need not make you guilty in any way, in any shape, in any form.
Heavens, hells, reincarnation, karma, whatever beliefs have been set before you,
Are nothing more than concoctions, speculations, assumptions,
Of the those who would own your mind.

* * * *
Awareness is all there is, awareness is all there is not.
Ever-present, indivisible, immortal, unborn, undying, unbound.
The time and space continuum is but an fleeting illusion of the quantum mind.

* * * *
Likely little or nothing of your dreamtime matters to anyone but you.
All your experiences, all your insights, all your sentiments, all your passions,
Mean squat to any other in comparison to the attachment you bear towards them.

* * * *
Nationalism, patriotism, jingoism, chauvinism, prejudice, xenophobia,
Are really nothing more than humankind’s seemingly genetic predisposition
Towards the egocentric-ethnocentric-geocentric-heliocentric groupthink dynamic.
As narrow-minded, closed-minded, insular, provincial, parochial, as imagination deigns.

* * * *
Across the human paradigm, derogatory comments about others,
Friends and strangers and enemies alike, is a most common trait.

* * * *
For most every problem, there is most likely one solution, if not several.
Perceived clearly, the most logical resolution or resolutions
Will more than likely become apparent.

* * * *
What is the most priceless thing you can imagine?
And will what is priceless today be so tomorrow?

* * * *
There are always problems that need resolution.
The trick is to meet them directly, clearly, pragmatically,
With a mind that is open to the best solution in the given moment.
The less bother, the less drama, the better for all concerned.

* * * *
It is more than likely every other life form in this quantum garden
Lives in the ever-present, unborn-undying awareness
More than the most awakened sage.

* * * *
Winning and losing are but states of mind, adjustments in attitude.
Play any competition hard and well; always give it your best.
Winning gracefully, losing gracefully, is an art of its own.

* * * *
Are the many who live fully in their thoughts really alive?
Or are they the walking dead only imagining existence?

* * * *
The sensory mind hungers every moment for the cosmos it creates.
Only an austere-ascetic-frugal self-discipline can hold the beast at bay.

* * * *
Regarding the genomic commonalities, the inherent behaviors of the human psyche:
Pride and envy and gluttony and lust and wrath and greed and sloth,
It is delusion for any individual, any group, any culture,
To believe itself in any way grander or superior to any other.

* * * *
Why would it really matter whether anyone ever thinks about you, whether anyone cares about you?
The reality, harsh as it may seem, is that you are timelessly, indivisibly alone.
Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
No matter the culture, the geography, the time,
Every human being is subject to the same Seven Deadly Sins.
Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, and sloth are all potential in any mind.
To have the insight, the discipline, to keep them reigned in, to hold them in check, to keep them at bay,
To play them out as rationally, as temperately, as soberly, as judiciously, as ascetically,
As moderately as possible, is an every-moment challenge for all.

* * * *
From the first man, the first woman,
Nothing more than physics and chemistry and biology
Orchestrating ever-present in the epochs of the given imaginary context.

* * * *
No history is ever exactly what we imagine it to be,
And certainly not close to anything even the most well-intentioned screenwriter
Can bundle into a two-hour movie, a ten-hour documentary,
Or even a long-running mini-series.

* * * *
Life is a convoluted dream: Why should you not be convoluted dreamer?
Why should you be bound by any precept or principle, any theory or formula,
Any rule or law, any decree or edict, any order or directive, any concept or notion?
Why should you be obligated to any human-made mind-gorp, whatsoever?

* * * *
No one can change their fate, their destiny, their kismet, their luck, their doom.
All attempts are naught but what it is, kaleidoscoping into what it will be.
What it was, has ever been, will ever be, since the dawn of Creation.

* * * *
Every day the one-percenters and their underlings
Diligently, greedily, voraciously, gluttonously labor
To add yet another zero to their little piles of sand.

* * * *
Alas to all the migrants and refugees and homeless and countless other disenfranchise souls.
Tough being on the short end of the stick in this so-called civilized, road-to-perdition madhouse.​
The one-percenters and their underlings have never given a rat's derrière for the tormented underclass.
They have always manipulated and enslaved the less potent folk to their own ends, and always will.
Revolutions and civil wars and assassinations only put new masks on the same underlying greed.

* * * *
Discern directly what any given thinker says or writes.
Do not give great weight to middlemen and groupies.

* * * *
What makes anyone so beyond-an-iota-of-doubt-sure,
That anything ever really happened the way they arbitrarily perceived it?
And if perchance there is an objective, impartial truth, who or what can ever be witness to it?
Is it even the slightest bit possible for there to be an unbiased, impartial observer
Without one relative, subjective, judgmental rendition or another?

* * * *
What is this great fear, this great dread,
That harbors ever-humming in this mammalian frame,
But the genomic pulse, the instinctive craving, the conscious obsession,
The ceaseless quest, the endless pursuit of unfeasible-unreachable-unattainable security,
That is never long-satisfied, never long at ease, no matter how we feed it?
Consciousness ever-tormented to churn on and on and on.

* * * *
Science is intuition supported by experiments, by measurements, that can be duplicated.
Intuition alone, well, that is the matter of mystics sitting in ashrams staring at walls,
And unassuming observers singing around campfires drinking whisky and wine.
And occasionally scientists on wanders musing with nary a gadget in hand.

* * * *
What curious things sensory-inspired perceptions are.
Given so much credence, despite being entirely born up the wings of imagination.
Stories all, to whatever end, only imagination cares.

* * * *
Why would you ever presume that your awareness, your operating system, your source code,
Is any different, any greater, any lesser, than that of any other living life form great to small?
You are not superior or inferior to anything in this inexplicable, indivisible, quantum mystery.

* * * *
What is your calling, your vocation, your passion,
But whatever, given every thinkable, every possible option,
You would first and foremost at least part of every day choose to do.

* * * *
Without life, is there death?
Without good, is there evil?
Without light, is there dark?
Without white, is there black?
Without ecstasy, is there agony?
Without right, is there wrong?
Without love, is there hate?
Without yes, is there no?
Without either, is there or?
What is duality but a menagerie
Of an all but infinite array of possibilities
In which all dreams of consciousness dance their dance.

* * * *
Ambition, naked or well-cloaked, can be more savage than the most ferocious beast.
At least the beast stops until its corporeal hunger gives rise to the next chase.
Human hunger, the insatiable craving of consciousness, never sleeps.

* * * *
Your body? If it is your body, why is it always changing?
Where was it before you were born? Where will it be after you die?
And while in it, have you ever really been anything more than solitary witness
To a boggling, sensory-inspired, ever-present, quickly-passing dream?
We call it space, we call it time, we call it real, we call it true,
But is it all any more than dubious assumption?

* * * *
Everyone, everywhere, to whatever degree they can muster,
Investigates physics and chemistry and biology in their own unique way.
Some may well be more perceptive, more accurate, in their observations than others,
But all, right or wrong or indifferent, have their conclusions,
And play out their existence accordingly.

* * * *
We are all mad, each in our own unique way.
Any given normal is but capricious collusion.

* * * *
The electromagnetic spectrum is a mighty huge, relatively unknowable mystery,
Despite all scientific and mathematical and religious and philosophical and mystical
And every other subjective and piecemeal investigation and assumption to the contrary.

* * * *
How long can you shop and gorge your way
Out of depression and dissatisfaction and boredom?
Consumption is a distraction, not a solution.

* * * *
This spinning orb has been usurped by psychopaths, sociopaths, narcissists, and sundry miscreants.
The more innocuous, less invasive folk, abide the heart-breaking absurdities as best as they can,
Growing gardens, taking long walks, and staring at walls in coffee shops, bars, and ashrams.

* * * *
History is woven into every language.
The dead reign from unmarked graves,
From dusty realms at imagination’s end.

* * * *
What is this need, this monkey-mind drive, so many have,
To be on stage, to have others moving and swaying to their narcissism?
This deep longing for others to applaud them, to follow them, to mimic their delusion.
Why should anyone travel the same direction in the same manner as you?

* * * *
Duality’s menagerie is required for this dream
To play its play, dance its dance, sing its song.

* * * *
Friends in low places.
Friends in high places.
Friends in the between.
What difference, really?

* * * *
Destiny is all, all is destiny,
Naught but a blink, a blip, a flash, a pfft, in all eternity,
Whatever that is or is not.

* * * *
Knowing and unknowing, what difference to the timeless clarity of pure awareness?
Whether cloudy or clear, the skies are ever untouched by the trammels of consciousness.
Yes, your apparatus is perhaps more complex, your consciousness, your mind, more adroit,
But the essential awareness can be no different across any and all universes,
Or even the inexplicable dimensions beyond all beyonds.

* * * *
No doubt that you are brilliant in the light of your own singularity.
Alas that others cast so many shadows of relativity upon your vanity.

* * * *
Retirement is a don't-worry-be-happy state of mind.
How many who manage to depart the working world
Do it well even if they have all the money in the world?

* * * *
Ultimate truth, ultimate reality, whatever it is, whatever it is not,
Can never be ascertained through any means by the dream of consciousness.
All the perceptions, all the assumptions, that have ever played out in this quantum theater 
Are naught but an ever-momentary, ever-intangible, ever-relative, burst of imagination in awareness.

* * * *
All those now living, now abiding this desecrated world, will relatively soon be dead and forever gone.
What we all thought and did about and to each other, what we all  assumed real and true,
Will not matter even one scintilla to anyone but a relatively few academics
And other accumulators of all things absurd and mundane.
Assuming, of course, anyone manages to survive
The dream we are bequeathing.


* * * *
* * * *
* * * *


SOUNDBITES


Vanity is imagination tooting its own horn over and over until death does it part.

* * * *
It is in awareness, not consciousness, in which you will find your Self.

* * * *
The meek of spirit and stale of mind abide in delusion.

* * * *
Never too early, never too late.

* * * *
What is this need we all have to be entertained, to be amused, to be distracted?

* * * *
Either way it is probably vain.

* * * *
The Rubicon? Hard to know when that was crossed.

* * * *
You are every moment unborn-undying.

* * * *
Hard to be afraid of things in which you do not believe.

* * * *
Where is space? Where is time? Look for your Self.

* * * *
A letter from the editor.

* * * *
Why believe in anything? Is not awareness enough?

* * * *
All deities are fabrications of fear of the unknown and the desire for more.

* * * *
Only vanity cares.

* * * *
Everything gets filed away, don’t it?

* * * *
Imagination is always tripping on its own creations.

* * * *
If you are easily pleased, you are less often disappointed.

* * * *
It is a sad thing to grow old and see it all for what it is.

* * * *
All life is the same nameless traveler, each with its own unique dream of a universe.

* * * *
He/she/it is just as much in your head, dead, as he/she/it ever was alive.

* * * *
True aloneness is both desireless and fearless.

* * * *
If you are inclined to pat yourself on the back all the time, chances are you are the only one.

* * * *
Die, non-believers! Die! Die, believers! Die!

* * * *
Nothing is required.

* * * *
We are all normal in our imaginary universes.

* * * *
How alone can you be, and for how long?

* * * *
Curiosity kills a lot of things.

* * * *
All thoughts and feelings are but whimsical prisoners of any given context.

* * * *
So many things about which not to care.

* * * *
The world is still very Darwinian; but in a conscious way.

* * * *
So many living such prescribe lives.

* * * *
Practice indifferent compassion.

* * * *
Why should it ever matter what anyone else thinks of you?

* * * *
Good news, bad news, what difference, really?

* * * *
Hard work, works.

* * * *
Revenge bites back with every sort of consequence.

* * * *
Memories, where would life be without them?

* * * *
To cling to any part born of time is to put off the ever-present whole.

* * * *
Maneuver and fire, maneuver or fire, fire or maneuver, you choose.

* * * *
You really believe your labels mean anything to the ultimate?

* * * *
To unlock eternity, you must unlock your Self.

* * * *
If there is a supreme being, how could it not be just as imaginary as you?

* * * *
History is a great deal of imaginary dead weight.

* * * *
As subtle as gravity.

* * * *
A nice day to sit on a bench or run around a field.

* * * *
The end of desire, the end of dread, the end of death, is life everlasting.

* * * *
There is nothing else to see.

* * * *
Be not disappointed that your fate does not allow that.

* * * *
Destitute again, o yay o yay.

* * * *
Sophisticated absurdity is no different than the unsophisticated kind.

* * * *
You are unknown, you are unseen.

* * * *
Fear and dread are the consequence of shallow and halting breathing.

* * * *
Trust the process.

* * * *
Tolerate no lie in the quest to end all doubt.

* * * *
The lazy man’s guide to getting lazier by the day.

* * * *
Whatever makes you hungry will frame the consequences of your existence.

* * * *
Wisdom can be a prisoner of its own masking.

* * * *
The definition of human desire is “ever hungry, even rapacious, for more.”

* * * *
It just so doe not fucking matter.

* * * *
To ride doubt until its end is a calling for only the most tenacious upon the quest.

* * * *
Why allow demons and fools to run your show if you can do without them?

* * * *
Tabula rasa, rasa plena.

* * * *
Too boggling for words.

* * * *
Malthus just missed the date by a few hundred years.

* * * *
After everything is gone.

* * * *
If time and space does not exist, all rhetoric becomes meaningless.

* * * *
Hmm, better not do that, either.

* * * *
What you really are, and are not, is the awareness upon which all creation is imagined.

* * * *
The unknown knowingly unknown again.

* * * *
Still trying to fill that hungry mind in every way imaginable, and with what?

* * * *
You say you want a revolution.

* * * *
Poverty is a state of mind, not necessarily a dearth of possessions.

* * * *
You are quantum and the entirety of its electromagnetic spectrum.

* * * *
Truth cannot be known, only intuited, and then only in the most momentary, most timeless way.

* * * *
Awareness is as big as it is small; without consciousness, nothing at all.

* * * *
Funny how when there is nothing but time, there seems so little.

* * * *
Claim truth all you want, a lie is a lie is a lie.

* * * *
Like Pandora’s Box, once you open your mind, there is no closing the lid.

* * * *
So full, and still hungry.

* * * *
If it is, it is; if it is not, it is not; why worry, be happy, such as it is.

* * * *
Fiddle-faddle.

* * * *
How will I die? How will you die? One can only wonder until that moment comes.

* * * *
About so many things you can never know; why pretend you do or ever will?

* * * *
The masters are loyal so long as you are useful.

* * * *
Duality, pfft!

* * * *
Yet another contrived existence.

* * * *
Creating, creating, creating … destroying, destroying, destroying … nothing all the while.

* * * *
Truth is not a dogma thing, never has been, never will be.

* * * *
More seers than there are wanting to see.

* * * *
All is but one imaginary concoction after another after another after another.

* * * *
The wave is cresting.

* * * *
Hard to do what one feels no calling to do.

* * * *
Yet another meme playing out its pattern.

* * * *
Whether or not life is a fairytale depends how rose-colored the attitude.

* * * *
Praise Jesus for Christian guilt and other absurdities.

* * * *
Awareness is nothing without a mind-body in which to conjure a dream.

* * * *
The greatest revolution is solitary and anonymous.

* * * *
The dream ignores most, and quickly forgets all; no trace but ghosts of imaginary notion.

* * * *
It may be literal, it may be figurative, it may be nothing at all.

* * * *
Revenge is a dish best served cold.

* * * *
Why would anything hang with someone who offers them nothing?

* * * *
Have you ever cared deeply about anything not tied to one vain notion or another?

* * * *
No history survives the test of eternity.

* * * *
The thing we sell our souls for.

* * * *
Born free, feel free, be free.

* * * *
Watch the hunger.

* * * *
Denial is the way of delusion.

* * * *
Always an endorphin or three in payment for a chore in imagination’s wake.

* * * *
What is the human paradigm but intoxication with imagination.

* * * *
Belief is capable of inspiring any and every imaginable absurdity and horror.

* * * *
​Looks like ugly is about to get in-spades uglier.​

* * * *
Of within and without, what difference, really?

* * * *
Drakarys!

* * * *
What is a true believer but a delusional contortionist.

* * * *
How attached we are to our histories; those that have managed to survive.

* * * *
What a universe!

* * * *
This play of word association, a beguiling process, indeed.

* * * *
Woke up again this morning; another day in the life, such as it is.

* * * *
Asleep at the wheel again, eh?

* * * *
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

* * * *
The axis of evil is nepotism, cronyism, and favoritism, fueled by greed and vanity.

* * * *
What book would Orwell write now?

* * * *
Give it no thought.

* * * *
Mind over matter, no-mind over mind.

* * * *
This world is a playground for psychopaths and every imaginable strain of degeneracy.

* * * *
There is no you but what imagination concocts.

* * * *
The entire human paradigm is a collusion of imagination.

* * * *
Every relationship has a lifetime, and there are many.

* * * *
Wisdom has yet to win an argument against ignorance.

* * * *
Have you seen the dream for what it is, and is not?

* * * *
It is not all about you; it is all about you.

* * * *
Okay, it is a collusion, so what?

* * * *
The secret to all religion is playing upon the fear of ignorance.

* * * *
Is imagination life? Is it death? And does any rhetoric prove either so?

* * * *
Conventional or eccentric, or the gray between, do any of us really have a choice?

* * * *
Forget until you remember, remember until you forget, repeat.

* * * *
Let imagination be the harbor of murder and mayhem.

* * * *
Always amazing what gibberish is the harvest of some minds.

* * * *
You want truth to be succinct and graspable? Good luck with that.

* * * *
Are you consciousness, or the awareness peering through its veil?

* * * *
To which you are you referring?

* * * *
Through time, awareness awakens to its Self.

* * * *
These our modern daze.

* * * *
Is any history ever more than a tool to manipulate the masses?

* * * *
Regarding the fog of war, the victors will likely be those whose murky vision is most clear.

* * * *
What is birth but the beginning of a dream, and death its end.

* * * *
Awareness is the sky, consciousness the wind.

* * * *
What is a long life but more to let go.

* * * *
Not engaging in the prescribed world is viable, but has its consequences.

* * * *
All about differences, all about similarities.

* * * *
Your mind is your dojo.

* * * *
If you had no memory, no knowledge, about what would you think?

* * * *
So many ways to look at anything through the continuum of inclination.

* * * *
You decide.

* * * *
What is this need humans have for acceptance and approval?

* * * *
High road, low road, in the end both equally pathless.

* * * *
Don’t need that in your head.

* * * *
The tourist lives in an artificial bubble, the traveler in the way it is.

* * * *
Without imagination, no creature can discern any reality but its own.

* * * *
Empathy is an art form.

* * * *
Awareness is the life force’s window to consciousness.

* * * *
You choose.

* * * *
Discern the one and only answer to any and all questions.

* * * *
Imagination is all about endorphins and their hypnotic addiction.

* * * *
Never too late to forgive yourself for being born human.

* * * *
How could your version of the cosmos exist without you relentlessly imagining it so?

* * * *
And when the dream is done, what more?

* * * *
Indeed, you must be someplace, but how can it be anywhere but right here, right now?

* * * *
And if you care, will it really make any difference?

* * * *
A world of whackos run by whackos.

* * * *
What a twisted species we are.

* * * *
And still they believe.

* * * *
And that died, too.

* * * *
It’s a god thing.

* * * *
Rest assured that pigs in lipstick look just as good.

* * * *
You are time traveling in the right-here-right-now.

* * * *
So it was you.

* * * *
So that’s who.

* * * *
So that’s what.

* * * *
So that’s where.

* * * *
So that’s when.

* * * *
So that’s why.

* * * *
So that’s how.

* * * *
How that which is unborn be alive or dead?

* * * *
How blind you so often are.

* * * *
Do you really need to keep doing this?

* * * *
All fine, all well, all dandy.

* * * *
What need for any great truth concocted by the human mind?

* * * *
What do the Fates have in store today?

* * * *
If you must teach, teaching nothing.

* * * *
How can you not stand aloof from a species so absurdly unaligned with its origin?

* * * *
We are all one-bloom seeds.

* * * *
Self, Soul, God … Nothing more than imaginary construct with no reality, whatsoever.

* * * *
Unplug to understand.

* * * *
If it is not one thing, it is another.

* * * *
You are alone.

* * * *
One thing or another.

* * * *
So smart, you are not.

* * * *
All right, all wrong.

* * * *
Positive negation or negative negation?  Depends on the day.

* * * *
Even more strange.

* * * *
Sure hope you don’t think that’s going to work in the real world.

* * * *
Got illusion and delusion in profusion.

* * * *
What end can there be to self-absorption but the voluntary cessation of imaginary notion.

* * * *
In awareness, breath fully.

* * * *
​The game is afoot; the game is amind.

* * * *
How to negotiate the rocky dream through the sea of bliss is the question.

* * * *
No one dies until you do.

* * * *
Nothing like a true believer to sharpen your wit.

* * * *
Too many variables, not enough constants.

* * * *
Embrace it all.

* * * *
Men play fools, women own crazy.

* * * *
Regarding all them pains, it is a good day when they do not come to mind.

* * * *
To immerse in the ultimate aloneness is a rare calling.

* * * *
Jesus, get over yourself.

* * * *
Waking up to all the lies you have been told is the challenge.

* * * *
How sweet simplicity.

* * * *
To be in complete and utter solitude is a sovereign state of grace.

* * * *
Bullshit is bullshit, no matter how sweet the smell.

* * * *
Abolish absurdity today.

* * * *
Your version of normal is as normal as any other’s.

* * * *
Meaning and purpose are the source of all human vanity, all human delusion.

* * * *
The only difference between you and any other is imaginary.

* * * *
Do you choose it? Does it choose you? Or is there really even any choice at all?

* * * *
Whether to tame the dragon or unleash it, that is the question.

* * * *
“Got your back,” the overlords always promise, until it breaks.

* * * *
Let the mind be the sky it is.

* * * *
Common sense for the uncommon soul.

* * * *
The Seven Deadlies strike again.

* * * *
Life boils down to brief bits of ecstasy and great bouts of agony.

* * * *
History always tells.

* * * *
You are nature, and nature is you.

* * * *
Be the sky.

* * * *
What does so-called pleasure over time become but the absence of pain.

* * * *
There are always a few 2duz that can wait for one mañana or another.

* * * *
What role, what form, cannot be played by the faceless god?

* * * *
Yet another true believer.

* * * *
Give ear to sages.

* * * *
How precious anonymity; do not squander it.

* * * *
Yay oh yay, yet another tidbit of useless trivia.

* * * *
The same body parts do not for man or woman make.

* * * *
Yes, this is what we have evolved into.

* * * *
​The polarization! The polarization!​

* * * *
The mind is the time machine; that it all it is, all it was, all it will ever be.

* * * *
Science just keeps chugging up the mountain that technology built.​

* * * *
The future is just so yummy.

* * * *
The Feng is shui-ed.

* * * *
Death is a unilateral fact, an inevitability to which life cannot unsubscribe.

* * * *
Wisdom is the domain of fools.

* * * *
We all believe what we are capable of believing.

* * * *
You always have your Caesars, and then what happens after.

* * * *
The madness that is real.

* * * *
Perceptions are but glimpses of imaginary notion.

* * * *
Throw it all out, baby and all.

* * * *
Why is it necessary to believe in anything?

* * * *
It’s all judgment, kiddo.

* * * *
Sliding into oblivion.

* * * *
Hard for the mind to be at ease when the body is not.

* * * *
Nothing like a true-believer to get your head shaking no.

* * * *
Political expediency is nothing more than a pragmatic survival strategy.

* * * *
How can awareness ever be tamed by the myriad values born of any imaginary paradigm?

* * * *
An imaginary existence from which all perception is parlayed real and true.

* * * *
​The body can be a very scary place.

* * * *
Oops, looks like you put it off too long.

* * * *
It is all nothing more than a memory from the get-go.

* * * *
Kings cannot play their games if subjects do not play along.

* * * *
No need to go there.

* * * *
A collusion does not make for truth.

* * * *
The veil of memory is a mirage.

* * * *
Keeping your nose on your own face is something of an art form.

* * * *
The difference between you and anyone or anything else is imaginary.

* * * *
Everything born of mind is after the fact.

* * * *
No vehicle finishes its journey shiny and new.

* * * *
Love is not tribal.

* * * *
Power is taken until it is taken away.

* * * *
Lesson learned, maybe.

* * * *
All recognition is after the fact.

* * * *
Way too much work.

* * * *
Industry, technology, only postpone the inevitable.

* * * *
You must be very still to see clearly all there is to see, to discern all there is to discern.

* * * *
Un-imagine yourself; un-imagine your entire existence ever happened.

* * * *
What is death but they mystery taking back another of its guests.

* * * *
Assert anything all you please; if it is not true, it is not true.

* * * *
Oblivion awaits your surrender.

* * * *
Sitting, walking, running, lying, living, dying, be empty.

* * * *
Savor the moment, for it is quickly come and forever gone.

* * * *
Measuring the immeasurable; immeasurabling the measurable.

* * * *
How little you really know of any consequence.

* * * *
You did because you could, and could because you did.

* * * *
Consciousness is but a quantum plaything.

* * * *
What is aging but fewer and shorter highs, and more and deeper lows.

* * * *
Awareness is too great a mystery to be confined in any way, any shape, any form.

* * * *
To even call this mystery of awareness ‘soul’ is at best a dubious assumption.

* * * *
See it, hear it, taste it, smell it, feel it, think it, like you never have before.

* * * *
All human concoctions are just that.

* * * *
Traveling in awareness through the fog of mind.

* * * *
Greed is the root of all that is called evil.

* * * *
Yet another cloak to cast off one this day or another.

* * * *
Hard to find what ain’t there.

* * * *
New endings are the ground for new beginnings.

* * * *
It took no effort to be what you are when you were very young, why should it take any more now?

* * * *
Live or die, it does not matter.

* * * *
You have no life, so you invented one, just like everyone else.

* * * *
Erase the hunger.

* * * *
Words of the mystery, for the mystery, by the mystery.

* * * *
Regret is a many-headed hydra.

* * * *
And where are you when time and space lose all meaning?

* * * * 
Who knows if it means anything, and why should it?

* * * *
The kings, the priests, the vampires, the pipers, the reapers, all in due course collect their tithing.

* * * *
You are awareness aware-ing the dream of consciousness.

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

* * * *
Somebody else’s dream.

* * * *
Same body parts, but not all equally interesting.

* * * *
Age is about bothers snowballing.

* * * *
Why participate in anything, why contribute to anything you do not believe?

* * * *
The human mind wherein delusion abounds.

* * * *
Regarding the inevitability of death, it is really just a matter of who buries who.

* * * *
Nothing is good.

* * * *
Learning is a lifetime affair for them who would not be buffoons and morons.

* * * *
Of oceans and waves, how can they not be the same?

* * * *
The future-past ever resides in the imaginary now.

* * * *
Tradition is a form of laziness.

* * * *
Stay the course.

* * * *
WWYD: What Would You Do?

* * * *
Will the true believers still praise their deities when their entitlements dissolve?

* * * *
Nothing is as easy as it used to be.

* * * *
Is it god that is dead, or all the religions carving on their speculations?

* * * *
A quantum by any other name would indivisible the same.

* * * *
Meaning and purpose are the harbingers of bother.

* * * *
And what have you done with your dream?

* * * *
More twaddle with which to burden the brain cells.

* * * *
Is awareness very large, is awareness very small, is that a question we need even ask at all?

* * * *
Rest on your laurels until they rot from the weight of vain notion.

* * * *
Hope is the longing to which the superstitious subscribe.

* * * *
The cockroaches will likely scrabble about our ruins for another 300 million years.

* * * *
Do not make assumptions; everything is an assumption.

* * * *
Do not take anything personally; everything is personal.

* * * *
The dead rule the living.

* * * *
The continuity that is not.

* * * *
Nothing is necessary.

* * * *
Imagined self is not true Self.

* * * *
Until the next time.

* * * *
Boring and foolish and irritating, not good attributes for the lonely.

* * * *
History is written by those who fee the call to bother.

* * * *
And why would it possibly matter what day it is?

* * * *
Full and unequal participants, all.

* * * *
So much to endure for another steak, another drink, another box of chocolate.

* * * *
Imagination, illusion, same thing.

* * * *
The only thing original about original sin is its implausible origin.

* * * *
Self pity? What point?

* * * *
So many ways to clutter the immaculate mind.

* * * *
The tyranny of selfishness, of greed, of ignorance, of absurdity, is unending.

* * * *
Win some, lose some, tie some, die anyway.

* * * *
Consciousness assumes continuity to a dream that has none.

* * * *
Your life, like it never happened.

* * * * 
When up is down and down is up, which direction will you go?

* * * *
A faceless mystery: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
All of it and none of it all the while.

* * * *
Can a mind molded by time and space ever be free?

* * * *
To be free of all that has molded your existence, you must choose to take back your mind.

* * * *
Nothing is the something to understand.

* * * *
You are sole witness, soul witness, privy to nothing.

* * * *
What you imagine your Self to be, you are not.

* * * *
Why be bound to any style but what the given mind in the given moment spontaneously invokes.

* * * *
Measuring the immeasurable, just where do you think that is going to get you, really?

* * * *
So many dominos, hard to knock down just one.

* * * *
Prior to consciousness, prior to all quantum shenanigans, awareness is.

* * * *
So many things you will never know.

* * * *
So many things about which to care or not.

* * * *
The nothingness of awareness is the unifying principle.

* * * *
Is freedom relative?

* * * *
When awareness focuses upon its translation, the quantum cloud crystalizes into illusion.

* * * *
A dream, to which the only continuity is the assumption of imagination.

* * * *
For every inhale, an exhale; the first belongs to life, the last to death.

* * * *
Creation and destruction are equal forces in every way, in every moment.

* * * *
Great wisdom is the harvest of great foolishness.

* * * *
What do you want to be when you grow up? Your Self, of course.

* * * *
A mystery unto thy Self.

* * * *
Not a bad idea to save some of that good health and well-being for the end game.

* * * *
How uninspired the thinking that traps any so-called deities in time-bound, linear thinking.

* * * *
How many creatures abiding their dreamtime existence are as lonely as human beings?

* * * *
Without science, superstition and malarkey.

* * * *
Quantum is the maker of laws that cannot be broken.

* * * *
Political and everyday cartoons always just so nail things.

* * * *
You only think you are in control of anything.

* * * *
Great wisdom is the wit of great fools.

* * * *
Awareness stops for no mind.

* * * *
Death is an equal-opportunity reaper.

* * * *
How can great wisdom be discerned by any but the greatest fools?

* * * *
Are you really anything more than a passenger on an ofttimes bumpy flight?

* * * *
Revolutions and civil wars only put new masks on the same old me-myself-and-I greed.​

* * * *
Just another vampire making money off stupid, greedy, fearful people.

* * * *
​The world’s permission is not required to awaken; it is entirely up to you.

* * * *
No universe is more than an imaginary quantum dream.

* * * *
No assumption withstands the sands of time.

* * * *
Is there anything that has not got at least one conspiracy theory gnawing at its truth?

* * * *
You imagine, therefore you imagine you are.

* * * *
Covenants made with history are chains that bind minds to time.

* * * *
Imagination is all.

* * * *
Neither fast nor slow, awareness is.

* * * *
We play it real because that is what you do in theater.

* * * *
What never moves, what never stops, long enough to ever be measured?

* * * *
This moment is all you have, and never for anything at all long.

* * * *
Go ahead, share that vanity.

* * * *
What is it about familiarity that breeds contempt?

* * * *
Time is the measurement of all thing; all things are the measurement of time.

* * * *
Nothing is as it seems.

* * * *
Your universe is whatever you make, or unmake it.

* * * *
The relativity of subjectivity morphs, permutates, in every way imaginable.

* * * *
How endless it all becomes.

* * * *
Imagination rules imaginary kingdoms.

* * * *
Imagination is imagination, no matter how rational its flights of fancy.

* * * *
A secret life; odds are everyone has one.

* * * *
Why should you feel obligated to play out an existence that does not interest you?

* * * *
Continuity is the first and last assumption of imagination.

* * * *
Yet another day, just another day.

* * * *
Awareness floats, unbound by thought, by gravity, or any other quantum attribute.

* * * *
Consciousness is the parasite; awareness, the host.

* * * *
It is others who make you feel lonely.

* * * *
There is no glory that holds past its fleeting memory.

* * * *
Are you sure you will survive this time?

* * * *
Every day, time has its way with you and your conditioned responses.

* * * *
To that smoke curling out the pipe, do not be lonely.

* * * *
Check them pockets; never know what might be forgot in them jeans.


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* * * *


TITLES, TITLES & MORE TITLES


A Letter from the Editor

* * * *
Only Vanity Cares

* * * *
As the Crow Flies

* * * *
More to Forget

* * * *
The Rubicon

* * * *
The Middle Way

* * * *
Just A Different Carnival

* * * *
The Irrational Fray

* * * *
Never Too Early

* * * *
Never Too Late

* * * *
Again and Again and Again

* * * *
Go Away, Kid, Ya Bother Me

* * * *
Irony and Paradox Rule

* * * *
Epiphanies and Other Hallmark Moments

* * * *
Tortured Lives

* * * *
The Conscious Way

* * * *
The Awakened Way

* * * *
The Difference Between You and Me

* * * *
The Nondisclosure Agreement

* * * *
Hold On to Nothing

* * * *
Imagination’s Device

* * * *
Imagination’s Shit Storm

* * * *
Demon Blob

* * * *
Another Round, Barkeep

* * * *
So Many Things About Which Not To Care

* * * *
Nameless Traveler

* * * *
El Nada Grandes

* * * *
El Nada Pequeños

* * * *
Nothing is Required

* * * *
The Secular Mind

* * * *
Die, Non-Believers! Die!

* * * *
Die, Believers! Die!

* * * *
The Seamless Mind

* * * *
Of Dread and Doubt

* * * *
Resist the Urge

* * * *
Way Back When

* * * *
The Myth of Sisyphus

* * * *
It’s Howdy Doody Time

* * * *
The Unknown Knowingly Unknown Again

* * * *
Another Day in Paradise

* * * *
The End of Death is Life Everlasting

* * * *
As Subtle As Gravity

* * * *
Whatever Makes You Hungry

* * * *
After Everything Is Gone

* * * *
Life Everlasting

* * * *
The Mighty Pfft

* * * *
Tabula Rasa, Rasa Plena

* * * *
Trust the Process

* * * *
Sketches of the Once Upon a Time

* * * *
How to Get Attention

* * * *
You Say You Want A Revolution

* * * *
You Are Quantum

* * * *
Thou Art Quantum

* * * *
Too Boggling for Words

* * * *
Sophisticated Absurdity

* * * *
The Great More

* * * *
You Are Unknown, You Are Unseen

* * * *
So Full, And Still Hungry

* * * *
The Great Quantum Nada

* * * *
Quantum Trails

* * * *
Biology Will Out

* * * *
Succumbing to History

* * * *
All Romes Fall

* * * *
The Company of Strangers

* * * *
Why Worry, Be Happy

* * * *
Maybe Someday

* * * *
What Does It Matter?

* * * *
The Crest-Jewel Crown

* * * *
By the Hair of My Chinny Chin Chin

* * * *
More Babblespeak

* * * *
The Song of Quantum

* * * *
Fiddle-Faddle

* * * *
Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

* * * *
The Ghost of Mind

* * * *
The Cresting Wave

* * * *
So Alone As To Be That I Am

* * * *
Forever and a Day

* * * *
The Gluttony of More

* * * *
Speaking Truth to Power

* * * *
Snap to Whistle

* * * *
The Quantum Fingerprint

* * * *
Yet Another Contrived Existence

* * * *
Born Free, Feel Free, Be Free

* * * *
Watch the Hunger

* * * *
Life is for Amateurs

* * * *
The Dream As It Is

* * * *
A Streamin’ Dreamin’

* * * *
Thou Art a Good Villain

* * * *
Journeying Back to the Future

* * * *
Portal to Time, Portal to Eternity

* * * *
Of Your Self, In Your Self, For Your Self, By Your Self

* * * *
Earth to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

* * * *
In-Spades Uglier

* * * *
Delusional Contortion

* * * *
The Great Realignment

* * * *
Drift Silent, Drift Deep

* * * *
You, Scientist

* * * *
The Iliad

* * * *
The Odyssey

* * * *
Pearls to Swine

* * * *
Drakarys!

* * * *
Best Wishes and Rotsa Ruck

* * * *
The Greed and Vanity Show

* * * *
Asleep at the Wheel Again, Eh?

* * * *
What a Universe!

* * * *
What Book Would Orwell Write Now?

* * * *
Give It No Thought

* * * *
The Minstrel of the Dawn

* * * *
Enough Rarely Is

* * * *
How to Burn Water

* * * *
The Life of an AMA Lab Rat

* * * *
Dagnabbit, Wabbit!

* * * *
One is Not Without the Other

* * * *
The One and Only Real You

* * * *
Gods and Ethics

* * * *
To Which Me Are You Referring?

* * * *
The Mystery of Consciousness

* * * *
The Mystery of Awareness

* * * *
Assumptions All

* * * *
The Great Whatever

* * * *
Children of a Lesser Quantum

* * * *
El Grandito Infinito

* * * *
Quantum Fusion

* * * *
Cynical Wonder

* * * *
Yes, It Is That Simple

* * * *
Repackaged Bullshit

* * * *
You Decide

* * * *
Discerning Your Own Answer

* * * *
Pretenders All

* * * *
The Ecstasies of Existence

* * * *
The Agonies of Existence

* * * *
A River Runs Through It

* * * *
You Choose

* * * *
The Hell of Details

* * * *
Nothing in Spades

* * * *
Whatever That Is

* * * *
The Ineffaceable

* * * *
Too Little, Too Late, Too Bad

* * * *
Of Differences and Similarities

* * * *
The Untamed

* * * *
The Domesticated

* * * *
Do You See What I See?

* * * *
The Great Serendipity

* * * *
And Still They Believe

* * * *
A World of Whackos

* * * *
Physics 101

* * * *
Quantum Phantom

* * * *
It’s A God Thing

* * * *
And That Died, Too

* * * *
Greed Works All Too Well

* * * *
So It Was You

* * * *
So That’s Who

* * * *
So That’s What

* * * *
So That’s Where

* * * *
So That’s When

* * * *
So That’s Why

* * * *
So That’s How

* * * *
A Twisted Species

* * * *
The Universal Mind

* * * *
Quanta Play Productions

* * * *
Try to Forgive Those Who Are Different

* * * *
All Fine, All Well, All Dandy

* * * *
All Right, All Wrong

* * * *
Got Illusion?

* * * *
Got Delusion?

* * * *
A One-Bloom Seed

* * * *
Unplug to Understand

* * * *
Burnt Toast

* * * *
Burnt Water

* * * *
Legalistic, Schmegalistic

* * * *
One Thing or Another

* * * *
Even More Strange

* * * *
Quivering Dominos

* * * *
Positive Negation

* * * *
Negative Negation

* * * *
The Ultimate Aloneness

* * * *
Embrace It All

* * * *
How Sweet Simplicity

* * * *
Absurdity Rules

* * * *
Clouds 'n Ravens

* * * *
Abolish Absurdity Today

* * * *
Jesus, Get Over Yourself

* * * *
​The Tyranny of Extremes

* * * *
Common Sense for the Uncommon Soul

* * * *
Quantum Lifeforce

* * * *
Tick Tock

* * * *
Hell in a Hand Basket

* * * *
Prior to Consciousness

* * * *
Prior to Quantum

* * * *
Prior to Consciousness, Prior to Quantum

* * * *
As Far As It Goes

* * * *
History Always Tells

* * * *
Be the Sky

* * * *
The Mystery of Now

* * * *
The Art of Letting Go

* * * *
The Art of Emptiness

* * * *
The Art of No-Mind

* * * *
The Art of Art

* * * *
The Art of Anything and Everything

* * * *
The Teflon Mind

* * * *
The Endless List

* * * *
Grim Reaper, Joyful Reaper

* * * *
The Freedom to Be Left Alone

* * * *
Death’s Watch

* * * *
The Exit Wound

* * * *
The Quest for Pain

* * * *
Yet Another True Believer

* * * *
The Never-Ending Chores

* * * *
The Never-Ending 2duz List

* * * *
How Precious Anonymity

* * * *
Wisdom is the Domain of Fools

* * * *
Values, Values, and More Values

* * * *
A Very Real Madness

* * * *
The Feng is Shui-ed

* * * *
Back for More

* * * *
The Price of Pleasure

* * * *
Judgment Day

* * * *
Sliding Into Oblivion

* * * *
Why Believe Anything?

* * * *
If It Gets That Far

* * * *
The Madness That Is Real

* * * *
The Jibber-Jabber of a Raving Mind

* * * *
No Need to Go There

* * * *
Keep Your Nose On Your Own Face

* * * *
Great If That Works for You 

* * * *
The Veil of Memory

* * * *
Back to Strangelove

* * * *
After the Fact

* * * *
Way Too Much Work

* * * *
Lazy Daze

* * * *
First Man, First Woman

* * * *
Cosmic Law

* * * *
The Rules of the Game

* * * *
Lesson Learned, Maybe.

* * * *
The Laws of the Cosmos

* * * *
The Last Daze

* * * *
Mister Grumpy

* * * *
A Very Simple Truth

* * * *
Take the Money and Run

* * * *
To Tell the Truth

* * * *
Let’s Make a Deal

* * * *
The Price is Right

* * * *
Love is Not Tribal

* * * *
The Eternity Games

* * * *
Oblivion Awaits Your Surrender

* * * *
A Quantum Plaything

* * * *
Trail of Tears

* * * *
Trail of Jeers

* * * *
Trail of Mirrors

* * * *
Hard to Find What Ain’t There

* * * *
The Insanity of Existence

* * * *
The Absurdity of Existence

* * * *
The Lucidity of Existence

* * * *
Erase the Hunger

* * * *
New Endings, New Beginnings

* * * *
The Die is Cast

* * * *
The One-Percenters & Their Minions

* * * *
The Great Hope

* * * *
The Stowed-Away Stuff

* * * *
Mining Trivia

* * * *
Stay the Course

* * * *
The Dusty Quantum

* * * *
The Mindless Pursuit of Trivia

* * * *
Cluttterdome

* * * *
WWYD: What Would You Do?

* * * *
The Great What If

* * * *
The Quantum Divide

* * * *
The World Wags On

* * * *
A Man of Many Faces

* * * *
A Woman of Many Faces

* * * *
The Personal Mind

* * * *
The Dust Collector’s Library

* * * *
The Impersonal Mind

* * * *
And What Have You Done With Your Dream?

* * * *
No Dots to Connect

* * * *
The Motley Winds of Consciousness

* * * *
Alas, No Rewind Button

* * * *
The Dead Rule the Living

* * * *
Until the Next Time

* * * *
The Continuity That Is Not

* * * *
Imagined Self Is Not True Self

* * * *
The Quantum Swirl

* * * *
Privy to Nothing

* * * *
The Continuum of Assumption

* * * *
The Faceless Mystery

* * * *
Road to Nowhere

* * * *
When Entitlement Collapses

* * * *
Sole Witness, Soul Witness

* * * *
The Insatiable More

* * * *
The Not So Funny and the Ironic

* * * *
The Sands of Mind

* * * *
Dreamscape

* * * *
The Quantum Ghost

* * * *
The Tyranny of Imagination

* * * *
The Tyranny of Selfishness

* * * *
The Tyranny of Greed

* * * *
The Tyranny of Ignorance

* * * *
The Tyranny of Tradition

* * * *
The Tyranny of Absurdity

* * * *
The Souther South

* * * *
Short and Shorter

* * * *
Too Something to Get Out

* * * *
At Least More Something Than There is Here

* * * *
Madman Across the Cosmos

* * * *
The Walking Dead

* * * *
A Mystery Unto Thy Self

* * * *
The Mammalian Epoch

* * * *
A Wee Bit of Everything

* * * *
The Winds of Nature-Nurture

* * * *
Familiarity Breed Contempt

* * * *
What a Dream I Had

* * * *
A Pothole World

* * * *
Shards of Imagination

* * * *
Imagination Rules Imaginary Kingdoms

* * * *
Duality’s Menagerie

* * * *
The Great Dread

* * * *
The Smoke of Aloneness

* * * *
Share the Vanity

* * * *
Cosmic Enterprises of the Third Kind

* * * *
Yet Another Day

* * * *
Nothing Is As It Seems

* * * *
Just Another Day

* * * *
We Are All Mad, Each in Our Own Unique Way

* * * *
The Politics of a Dream

* * * *
Quantummeister

* * * *
The Secret Life Everyone Has

* * * *
A Secret Life: Odds Are Everyone Has One


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* * * *


COROLLARIES


René Descartes:
I think, therefore I am.
Yaj Ekim's Corollary:
You imagine, therefore you imagine you are.

* * * *
Protagoras:
Man is the measure of all things:
Of the things that are, that they are,
Of the things that are not, that they are not.
Yaj Ekim's Corollary:
Man is the measurer of all dreams:
Of all dreams that are not, never were, will never be.


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* * * *


POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS


Was tired of being a cancer cell, anyway.

* * * *
Camping out in oblivion

* * * *
An curious show
Already forgotten

* * * *
Nope, still not missing it

* * * *
Bzzz bzzzz zz z z z

* * * *
Peace at last

* * * *
Hasta luego, indifferent world
TTFE: Ta-ta, forever

* * * *
I buried who, and who buried me

* * * *
Did not know
Did not care


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* * * *
* * * *


BREADCRUMBS


Toying with history, one aphorism at a time.

* * * *
Etchings of yet another mind snared by the vision of totality.

* * * *
If the reader's literary filter is too high-minded
To appreciate the mundane verbosity
Of this aphoristic style,
Then carry on missing the point entirely.

* * * *
Threw away the armor and ditched the valiant steed a long, long time ago.

* * * *
Oh joy, something else to forget.

* * * *
So tiring, all the inanity to which one is subjected day after day after day.

* * * *
A little something about nothing, for what it’s worth.

* * * *
Just not interested in any more dog and pony shows.
Carny acts of the manifest kind, if you get the drift.

* * * *
Swimming alone in the deep end, again.

* * * *
Not what the world wants to hear at this point in time.
Alas, the fields of Armageddon will be awash
In the blood of pride’s martyrdom.

* * * *
The depths of my cynicism are impossible to plumb.

* * * *
That which in the prime of youth,
I knew so well,
Is in the many years since
So challenging to more than vaguely recall.
So many lifetimes in just this one.

* * * *
Saving the world one bullet at a time.

* * * *
Not here to save anything or anybody,
Just letting you know once again what you really are.
Pointing out the obvious to those rare few with the wit to discern it.

* * * *
"Without history, we are nothing,” a good friend long ago said.
And now, I would say to him, “Even with history, we are nothing.”

* * * *
Attempting to express in words what words can never tell.

* * * *
Trudging in and out of the desert to leave these writings
For a future readership that may or may not ever exist.

* * * *
Never had much ambition, and even less now.

* * * *
If there is plagiarism in this soliloquy,
Consider it an intentional, if misguided act,
Done only to aid in amplifying the original work,
Should someone recognize the foul deed.

* * * *
Get it straight, my fine pretty,
Your shit ain’t no sweeter
Than anyone else’s,
And your pee
Ain’t nectar, neither.

* * * *
Why should it ever matter to me what you or anyone else thinks of me?

* * * *
I will never know what became of all this babble.
What I imagine of the future is that it will not in any way be pretty,
And all the chitter-chatter in the world will not put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

* * * *
These many thoughts began bubbling out in 1989
After a head and neck injury invoked by a miscalculated wave
While boogie boarding with my fifth-sixth grade class in Southern Kaliforny.
It was the finale of a short teaching phase, and the entrée to an assortment of switchbacks
In the ever-kaleiscoping wanderfest of imagination, in work and recreation and every other whatever,
That has materialized all this whimsical chitter-chatter into this quantum playground.
It has been my way to allow spontaneity to fashion this destiny.

* * * *
Never quite master of that, either, oh well.

* * * *
She asked me how I am, and I replied, “Heck if I know.”

* * * *
Play it again, Mike.

* * * *
He was not disappointed that his fate did not allow that.

* * * *
It is this life’s wander that composes this mein kampf.

* * * *
It has been very enjoyable wandering innocently in this garden world
Before it devolved into something so increasingly stagnant and inhospitable.
Condolences to all those who will never experience clean water, clean air, clean soil,
And lands and oceans and skies so replete with so many magical creatures.
Would that humankind could have somehow tacked a wiser course.

* * * *
No interest in that level of absurdity anymore.

* * * *
Stuffed on my more.

* * * *
So many things left to do, so little time left in the tick-tick-tick of it all.

* * * *
​ Hanging on by the hair of my chinny chin chin.

* * * *
Why would anything hang with someone who offers them nothing?

* * * *
These words are really for those
Who come into life after the great fall,
Those seeking to understand what happened,
Those trying to re-establish and re-order and re-align
With the natural rhythms of the only garden we will ever know.
For some future set of friends I will never meet,
But already know as intimately
As I do my Self.

* * * *
One of the many favorite things to do.

* * * *
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the truth,
And it, most definitely, is not what you or any other thinks.

* * * *
Witty ditties at every turn.

* * * *
Far more satisfaction writing it than any will have reading it.

* * * *
Thou art a good villain.

* * * *
To those who peruse these many thoughts,
Please note that they were all spontaneously combusted
Of a mind given over to ponder as it wandered.

* * * *
Another revolutionary manifesto.

* * * *
If there is any goal to these many thoughts,
It is to realign the quantum mind
With what it really is,
With what it is really not.

* * * *
All rested up and ready for the next nap.

* * * *
Written for those whose calling it is to be a mind of god.

* * * *
Lending the future a hand, one ponder at a time.

* * * *
Please feel free to rewrite anything
If it is within your mind better written.
No one owns it, every one owns it.

* * * *
Woke up again this morning: Oh well, so it went, dealt with it, got over it, moved on.

* * * *
Dagnabbit, these ponders keep a-coming; indeed, even this babble gets a mite old.

* * * *
No known royal line or grand titles in this scribe’s lineage.
Just preachers, teachers and farmers,
Peasants all.
A mutt, pure and simple.

* * * *
Please, whatever you do, do not make this about the scribe.
He was just another vain, mortal meat machine,
Born of the same mystery as you.

* * * *
Growing more than a little weary
Holding ye old breath for a slim slice of sanity
At this daily-closer-to-endgame juncture of the mortal timeline.

* * * *
Drakarys!

* * * *
Can’t … stop … it …
It … just … won’t … leave … me … alone …
Oh, bitter, sweet fate.

* * * *
Editing is about making ideas more accurate, more concise, more effective.

* * * *
A little bundle of thoughts left quietly on the doorstep
For some future abiders to perchance unlock and unravel
Some greater sanity in the human soiree of manifest time.

* * * *
Curious how these aphoristic ditties
Sometimes get started heading one direction,
And while being written or edited, swerve into another.
The zany wander of a mind pondering the mystery of its origin.

* * * *
Trump this if you can.

* * * *
Please consider all this dittyfesting silliness to be feedback
From a relatively disinterested, relatively rational observer,
Some of it even speckled with a relative dash of egalitarianism.

* * * *
Odds are long that many in any time to come
Will ever have access to, much less read,
These many ponderings of mind.

* * * *
Apologies to all you dreamy idealists,
But … if … if … if only …
Just ain’t enough.
Ya gotta wake up, man.

* * * *
There are far lesser things to do with one’s time
Than to lounge about scribbling down
Whatever comes to mind.

* * * *
Of course many of these ditties might be better scribed.
Feel free to change up anything in whatever way you please.

* * * *
What might one have expected, but that a contemplative demon,
No less vain than any other two-legged, would scribe such a work.

* * * *
Of that quasi-neutral condition called slumber in these close-to-endgame times:
One or two hours happens; three is tolerable; four, typical; five, desirable; six, a miracle;
Seven a gift from God; and eight or more, last seen in the vicinity of childhood’s end.

* * * *
I wonder at the book Orwell would write now.

* * * *
Dagnabbit, Wabbit! Coulda-shoulda-woulda said it better.

* * * *
Beyond jaded.

* * * *
R relatively nice guy making his way,
With an occasional dip into evil incarnate,
Just to keep the yinny-yangy thingee in balance.

* * * *
Amusing my Self one day at a time.

* * * *
Why all this effort?

* * * *
Herein is how these eyes discern reality,
And you will make of it whatever you will.

* * * *
Are you as much me as I Am?

* * * *
If that is what you call love, I think I will take a pass.

* * * *
Letting the tummy do the walking.

* * * *
Hmmm … career choices … let me see now …
Doctor, lawyer, accountant, teacher, fireman, farmer,
Social worker, policeman, psychologist, politician,
Despot, drug lord, mercenary, serial killer …

* * * *
An intellectual reverie of the eternal flame.

* * * *
Don’t need that in my head.

* * * *
Less a snob than adamantly independent.

* * * *
Not at all in the mood for any man-made absurdities this day,
A lengthy wandering into the conclusion of which
Only a moderate dose of gin and tonic
Can comfortably navigate.

* * * *
A wryly humorous, curmudgeonly day, it is, it is.

* * * *
Pen and paper in hand, and the discipline to use them.

* * * *
This is a work that wrote itself one serendipitous thought at a time,
Until that last wheezing breath stole away forever the given mind.

* * * *
Another meditative day for words of a random nature
To flow uninhibited from the matrix of consciousness.

* * * *
To discern what ends these words will meet, if any,
Is but an imaginary ponder only time will ever know.

* * * *
A Johnny Appleseed grassroots campaign of sorts.
A passive-aggressive strategy, of that there is no denying.
But at least, hopefully, well away from the talons
Of any sort of dogmatic cult following
History has far too many times before seen.

* * * *
Editor’s notes are strewn throughout;
As many contingencies accounted for as imaginable.
The Hydra of the times to come, and of humanity’s response to it,
Is akin to accurately predicting any crap roll.

* * * *
A body of work that scribed its Self through this hand.

* * * *
Very inexplicable all this.
I really do not understand any of it.
But then, again, I do not really need to, either.

* * * *
This is writing its Self one aphorism at a time.

* * * *
It is the spontaneous creative process that calls me.
Production and marketing and distribution are so monotonous.
So I throw all this wordplay out there for you to find, to investigate, or not.

* * * *
Interesting to awaken in this fashion.

* * * *
What a downer I can be.

* * * *
These are cut-to-the-chase writings
Distilled of this existence’s many meanders.
What would this life have been, had they been in hand
When the ship first set sail so many years ago?

* * * *
The pitter-patter ruminations of another Soul.

* * * *
Do I really need to keep doing this?

* * * *
The lazy man’s way.

* * * *
Hopefully, there will not be too many exact duplicates in all this chatter,
But, if they do exist, it will, indeed, take some keen reading to find them.

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Really neither for nor against, just sipping another pint of black gold,
Watching this touchy-feely, three-dimensional, illusory dream of time,
Play out its dusty theater of the absurd to whatever end Gaia allows.

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Who knows how all this ramble might be viewed
In another decade, another century, or even another millennium or so,
Assuming, of course, that it even gets past the dumpster.

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An ambiguous, indefinite, nondescript draft
For another beginning, another paradigm,
For any others who might be so-inclined.

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I am, alone.

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He came, he saw, he ambled a long-and-winding walkabout,
And at some point dove into an immense river,
From which he never emerged.

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Finally figured it out … again … and again … and again …. and again …

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The human species has overstayed its welcome in this mind.

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Another owie, oh joy.

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There are few times in any daily wander
That do not bubble up yet another ponder.

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All loving? Maybe tomorrow.

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Nope, it sure ain’t the popular song.

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Some daze you just wake up wishing you could kill somebody.

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Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Them splinters are such bother.

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What a pain in the rear going through all this one-thing-after-another bother.

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Were I king, the start of a day would include,
“How few can we avoid hurting today?”

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Woke up this morning with an unequivocal disdain
For just about everyone and everything under this or any other sun. 
Perhaps by moonrise it will morph into something a bit more benign, a bit more tolerant.

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Bored to tears, but too lazy to do anything about it.

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The jibber-jabber of a raving mind.

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Oh, Hollywood, you’ve done it again, I’m going to weep over some silly plot line, what bother.

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Why should I care that you feel life is treating you unfairly.
Whether or not you have it all,
Who you fondle in your own bedchamber,
What bathroom you excrete in, or where you sit on a bus.
I am just so weary of having to listen to all of you whine about it all the time.
Life is harsh for every creature great to small: Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.

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No need to go there.

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That would require a plan, and I have no need of plans.

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Mister Grumpy

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Lesson learned, maybe.

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Breaking ground here, folks.
Help out, transcend your Selves.

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I am otter.
I am whale.
I am dolphin.
I am minnow.
I am shark.

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Even during the younger years,
At the public pool in ye old Hughson,
I often relished swimming in the deep end.

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I can well attest that it is always easy to lose your way.

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If you peer long into this mind,
You will find it as simple and complex
As the mortal dream of time in eternity allows.

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Because it is amusing, that’s why.

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The Reaper has the coolest job ever.

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Words of the mystery, for the mystery, by the mystery.

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Just watching the show.

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Losing track of the diddly-squat.

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My donation to the causeless.

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I have no life, so I invented one, just like everyone else.

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Let the record show that yet another day has passed relatively anonymous,
And that I have yet again managed not to kill or rape or molest or otherwise harm
Any man or woman or child or beast not being served at my favored buffet.

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How many men use the word ‘love’
Because they fear the woman that chose them,
Or are still vainly hoping to get laid?

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Gave that rat’s ass up a long time ago.

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Then there was that time on a table up in Chico
When Russ Kalen – chiropractor, sailing colleague, friend –
Said during a session on this injury-ridden body:
Mike, I think your body fears you.

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A student of everything and nothing.

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​Hope, the four-letter H-word; not one I subscribe to as often as possible.​

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The joy of being retired, of being done with it all,
Of being in the decrepit and decaying fourth quarter of existence,
Is that you do not have to give a rat’s ass anymore,
Assuming, of course, that you ever did.

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There is something of a schizophrenic state of mind regarding all this babble.
It can be very challenging to be in the cosmos and not be of it.
There are, of course, greater forms of madness
Than that which many call divine.

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So many lifetimes in just this one.

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An endless exercise in redundancy, probably until the last wheezing breath.

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There is an audience for these many thoughts,
Just not one that is all that easy to meet and greet,
But through the happenstance of daily wander.

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I collect books and things, and they collect dust.
My man cave is a immense universe unto its Self.

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A man of many faces.

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You have your vanity, I have mine; each of us equally inconsequential.

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True believers can take all their political correctness,
And shove it back up the abyss from whence it came.

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One lifetime is more than enough.

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Yes, yes, there no doubt is some plagiarism in all this wordplay,
Some intentional, some coincidental, but relatively few and far between,
And only in order to emphasize the intentions of those who bespoke them before.

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I be a historian of sorts, but not of the truly scholarly blended brew.
Shooting from the hip has always been more my style of living and dying.

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This is my calling; to what end I neither know nor care.

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You make me laugh, but not the “with you” kind.

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Thoughts of Self and the dreamtime of this brief, mortal, illusory existence,
Both for my Self and that of any other wanderer who happenstances upon it.

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What do I want to be when I grow up? My Self, of course.

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Madman across the cosmos.

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All this technology is more and more draining, more and more irksome.
Find myself turning it all off more and more often.
How I long for old school.

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Really very little point in we commoners paying much attention to current events and such,
Especially as we have just about absolutely no say in anything in this beyond-absurd world.

* * * *
As I am a gritty whale-dolphin-otter-shark combo pack,
No worries when it comes to any kind of rainy-floody winter.

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Wouldst thou have me spew only fluff?

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Do not nonchalantly cast this thinker or his thoughts into some forgettable nook or cranny.
Wander them, endure them, contemplate them, understand them, perchance even own them.

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Freedom is a quality of mind, get off the trail, make your own journey.

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Little projects started and stopped all the time; some finished, some not.

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Death and I are undying companions.

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Quantummeister

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Through so many, many diverse experiences,
Much double-double-toil-and-trouble,
Many insights, much wisdom,
All for one zero-sum or another.

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I am a scientist in a most desultory way.

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Got friends in low places.
Got friends in high places.
Got friends in the inbetween.
What difference, really?

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Call me Mister Solipsism

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Call me Mister Existential

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Call me Mister Nihilist

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Call me Mister Void

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Call me Mister Here Now

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What a different world when I wore a younger man’s clothes.

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I imagine, therefore I imagine I am.

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Must have Missouri blood in me bones: I only believes it if I sees it.


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DEFINITIONS


absurdity | əbˈsərdədē, əbˈzərdədē |
noun (plural absurdities)

the quality or state of being ridiculous or wildly unreasonable:
Duncan laughed at the absurdity of the situation | the absurdities of haute cuisine.

these artworks convey a sense of the absurdity of contemporary life:
preposterousness, ridiculousness, ludicrousness, incongruity, inappropriateness,
risibility, idiocy, stupidity, foolishness, folly, silliness, inanity, insanity;
unreasonableness, irrationality, illogicality, pointlessness, senselessness; informal craziness.

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anthropocentric | ˌanTHrəpəˈsentrik |
adjective

regarding humankind as the central or most important element of existence,
especially as opposed to God or animals.

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ascetic | əˈsedik |

adjective

characterized by or suggesting the practice of severe self-discipline and abstention
from all forms of indulgence, typically for religious reasons:
an ascetic life of prayer, fasting, and manual labor | a narrow, humorless, ascetic face.

noun

a person who practices severe self-discipline and abstention.

adjective

an ascetic life:
austere, self-denying, abstinent, abstemious, self-disciplined, self-abnegating;
simple, puritanical, monastic; reclusive, eremitic, hermitic; celibate, chaste.
ANTONYMS  sybaritic.

noun

a desert ascetic:
abstainer, puritan, recluse, hermit, anchorite, solitary;
fakir, Sufi, dervish, sadhu; archaic eremite.
ANTONYMS  sybarite.

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autodidact | ˌôdōˈdīdakt |
noun

a self-taught person.

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common sense | ˌkämən ˈsens |
noun

good sense and sound judgment in practical matters:
[as modifier] : a common-sense approach | use your common sense.

I had the common sense to phone an ambulance instead of yelling at him to get up:
good sense, sense, native wit, sensibleness, judgment, levelheadedness, prudence, discernment,
canniness, astuteness, shrewdness, wisdom, insight, perception, perspicacity;
practicality, capability, resourcefulness, enterprise;
informal horse sense, gumption, savvy, smarts, street smarts.
ANTONYMS  folly.

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compassion | kəmˈpaSHən |
noun

sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others:
the victims should be treated with compassion.

have you no compassion for a fellow human being?
pity, sympathy, empathy, fellow feeling, care, concern, solicitude, sensitivity, warmth,
love, tenderness, mercy, leniency, tolerance, kindness, humanity, charity.
ANTONYMS  indifference, cruelty.

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conscience | ˈkän(t)SHəns |
noun

an inner feeling or voice viewed as acting as a guide
to the rightness or wrongness of one's behavior:
he had a guilty conscience about his desires | Ben was suffering a pang of conscience.

her conscience would not allow her to remain silent:
sense of right and wrong, moral sense, inner voice;
morals, standards, values, principles, ethics, beliefs;
compunction, scruples, qualms.

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cult | kəlt |
noun

a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object:
the cult of St. Olaf.

•  a relatively small group of people having religious beliefs or practices
regarded by others as strange or sinister: a network of Satan-worshiping cults.

•  a misplaced or excessive admiration for a particular person or thing:
a cult of personality surrounding the leaders.

•  [usually as modifier] a person or thing that is popular or fashionable,
especially among a particular section of society: a cult film.

1  a religious cult: sect, denomination, group, movement,
church, persuasion, body, faction.

2  the cult of eternal youth in Hollywood:
obsession with, fixation on, mania for, passion for, idolization of,
devotion to, worship of, veneration of.

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delusion | dəˈlo͞oZHən |
noun

an idiosyncratic belief or impression that is firmly maintained
despite being contradicted by what is generally accepted as reality or rational argument,
typically a symptom of mental disorder: the delusion of being watched.

•  the action of deluding or the state of being deluded:
what a capacity television has for delusion.

was her belief in his fidelity just a delusion?
misapprehension, misconception, misunderstanding, mistake, error,
misinterpretation, misconstruction, misbelief; fallacy, illusion, fantasy.

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drama | ˈdrämə |
noun

1  a play for theater, radio, or television:
a gritty urban drama about growing up in Harlem.

•  drama as a genre or style of literature: Renaissance drama.

2  an exciting, emotional, or unexpected series of events or set of circumstances:
a hostage drama | an afternoon of high drama at Fenway Park.

1  a television drama: play, show, piece, theatrical work, dramatization.

2  he is studying drama:
acting, the theater, the stage, the performing arts, dramatic art(s), stagecraft.

3  she liked to create a drama:
incident, scene, spectacle, crisis; excitement, thrill, sensation;
disturbance, commotion, turmoil; dramatics, theatrics.

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egocentric | ˌēɡōˈsentrik |
adjective

thinking only of oneself, without regard for the feelings or desires of others;
self-centered: their egocentric tendency to think of themselves as invulnerable.

• centered in or arising from a person's own existence or perspective:
egocentric spatial perception.

Ivy has finally outgrown her egocentric friends:
self-centered, egomaniacal, egoistic, egotistic, self-interested, selfish,
self-seeking, self-absorbed, narcissistic, vain, self-important.
ANTONYMS  altruistic.

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ethnocentric | ˌeTHnōˈsentrik |
adjective

evaluating other peoples and cultures according to the standards of one's own culture.

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experience | ˌikˈspirēəns |

noun

practical contact with and observation of facts or events:
he had already learned his lesson by painful experience | he spoke from experience.

•  the knowledge or skill acquired by experience over a period of time,
especially that gained in a particular profession by someone at work:
older men whose experience could be called upon | candidates with the necessary experience.

•  an event or occurrence that leaves an impression on someone:
for the younger players it has been a learning experience.

verb [with object]

encounter or undergo (an event or occurrence):
the company is experiencing difficulties.

•  feel (an emotion): an opportunity to experience the excitement of New York.

noun

1  qualifications and experience:
skill, knowledge, practical knowledge, understanding;
background, record, history; maturity, worldliness, sophistication;
informal know-how.

2  an enjoyable experience:
incident, occurrence, event, happening, episode;
adventure, exploit, escapade.

3  his first experience of business:
involvement in, participation in, contact with, acquaintance with,
exposure to, observation of, awareness of, insight into.

verb

some policemen experience harassment:
undergo, encounter, meet, come into contact with, come across,
come up against, face, be faced with.

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experiment | ikˈsperəmənt |

noun

a scientific procedure undertaken to make a discovery,
test a hypothesis, or demonstrate a known fact:
I have tested this by experiment | laboratory experiments on guinea pigs.

•  a course of action tentatively adopted without being sure of the eventual outcome:
the previous experiment in liberal democracy had ended in disaster.

verb

[no object] perform a scientific procedure,
especially in a laboratory, to determine something:
she experimented on chickens as well as mice.

•  try out new concepts or ways of doing things:
the designers experimented with new ideas in lighting.

noun

1  carrying out experiments:
test, investigation, trial, examination, observation;
assessment, evaluation, appraisal, analysis, study.

2  these results have been established by experiment: research, experimentation, observation, analysis, testing.

verb

they experimented with new ideas:
conduct experiments, carry out trials/tests, conduct research;
test, trial, do tests on, try out, assess, appraise, evaluate.

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geocentric | ˌjēōˈsentrik |
adjective

having or representing the earth as the center, as in former astronomical systems.
Compare with heliocentric.

• Astronomy measured from or considered in relation to the center of the earth.

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heliocentric | ˌhēlēəˈsentrik |

adjective

having or representing the sun as the center,
as in the accepted astronomical model of the solar system.
Compare with geocentric

• Astronomy measured from or considered in relation to the center of the sun:
heliocentric distance.

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humility | (h)yo͞oˈmilədē |
noun

a modest or low view of one's own importance; humbleness.

he accepted the award with sincere humility:
modesty, humbleness, meekness, diffidence, unassertiveness;
lack of pride, lack of vanity; servility, submissiveness.
ANTONYMS  pride.

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hygge | ˈh(y)o͞oɡə, ˈho͝oɡə |
noun

a quality of coziness and comfortable conviviality
that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being
(regarded as a defining characteristic of Danish culture):
why not follow the Danish example and bring more hygge into your daily life? |
[as modifier] : count on candlelight —almost a requirement for that special hygge experience.

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illusion | iˈlo͞oZHən |
noun

a thing that is or is likely to be wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses:
the illusion makes parallel lines seem to diverge by placing them on a zigzag-striped background.

•  a deceptive appearance or impression:
the illusion of family togetherness | the tension between illusion and reality.

•  a false idea or belief: he had no illusions about the trouble she was in.

1  he had destroyed her illusions:
delusion, misapprehension, misconception, false impression;
fantasy, fancy, dream, chimera; fool's paradise, self-deception; false consciousness.

2  the lighting increases the illusion of depth:
appearance, impression, semblance; misperception, false appearance;
rare simulacrum.

3  it's just an illusion:
mirage, hallucination, apparition, figment of the imagination, trick of the light, trompe l'oeil;
deception, trick, smoke and mirrors.

4  Houdini's amazing illusions:
(magic) trick, conjuring trick; (illusions) magic, conjuring, sleight of hand, legerdemain.

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inscrutable | inˈskro͞odəb(ə)l |
adjective

impossible to understand or interpret: Guy looked blankly inscrutable.

he was a financial genius with inscrutable motives:
enigmatic, mysterious, unreadable, inexplicable, unexplainable,
incomprehensible, impenetrable, unfathomable, unknowable;
opaque, abstruse, arcane, obscure, cryptic.
ANTONYMS  transparent.

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insight | ˈinˌsīt |
noun

the capacity to gain an accurate and deep intuitive understanding of a person or thing:
this paper is alive with sympathetic insight into Shakespeare.

•  a deep understanding of a person or thing:
the signals would give marine biologists new insights into the behavior of whales.

•  Psychiatry new understanding by a mentally ill person of the causes of their disorder.

1  your insight has been invaluable:
intuition, discernment, perception, awareness, understanding, comprehension,
apprehension, appreciation, penetration, acumen, perspicacity, judgment, acuity;
vision, wisdom, prescience; informal savvy.

2  an insight into the government:
understanding of, appreciation of, revelation about;
introduction to; informal eye-opener about.

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irony1 | ˈīrənē |
noun (plural ironies)

the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite,
typically for humorous or emphatic effect:
“Don't go overboard with the gratitude,” he rejoined with heavy irony.

•  a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects
and is often amusing as a result: [with clause] :
the irony is that I thought he could help me.

• (also dramatic or tragic irony) a literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy,
by which the full significance of a character's words or actions
are clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character.

1  that note of irony in her voice:
sarcasm, causticity, cynicism, mockery, satire, sardonicism.
ANTONYMS  sincerity.

2  the irony of the situation:
paradox, incongruity, incongruousness.
ANTONYMS logic.

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knowledge | ˈnäləj |

noun

1  facts, information, and skills acquired by a person through experience or education;
the theoretical or practical understanding of a subject: a thirst for knowledge |
her considerable knowledge of antiques.

•  what is known in a particular field or in total;
facts and information: the transmission of knowledge.

•  Philosophy true, justified belief; certain understanding, as opposed to opinion.

2  awareness or familiarity gained by experience of a fact or situation:
the program had been developed without his knowledge |
he denied all knowledge of the overnight incidents.

1  his knowledge of history | technical knowledge:
understanding, comprehension, grasp, command, mastery;
expertise, skill, proficiency, expertness, accomplishment, adeptness, capacity, capability;
informal know-how.
ANTONYMS  ignorance.

2  people anxious to display their knowledge:
learning, erudition, education, scholarship, schooling, wisdom.
ANTONYMS  ignorance, illiteracy.

3  he slipped away without my knowledge:
awareness, consciousness, realization, cognition, apprehension, perception, appreciation;
formal cognizance.
ANTONYMS  unawareness.

4  an intimate knowledge of the countryside:
familiarity with, acquaintance with, intimacy with.

5  inform the police of your knowledge:
information, facts, intelligence, news, reports, hot tip;
informal info, (the) lowdown.

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language | ˈlaNGɡwij |
noun

1  the method of human communication, either spoken or written,
consisting of the use of words in a structured and conventional way:
a study of the way children learn language | [as modifier] :  language development.

•  any nonverbal method of expression or communication:
a language of gesture and facial expression.

2  the system of communication used by a particular community or country:
the book was translated into twenty-five languages.

•  Computing a system of symbols and rules for writing programs or algorithms:
a new programming language.

3  the manner or style of a piece of writing or speech:
he explained the procedure in simple, everyday language.

•  the phraseology and vocabulary of a certain profession, domain, or group of people: legal language.

•  (usually as bad/strong language) coarse, crude, or offensive language: strong language.

1  the structure of language:
speech, writing, communication, conversation, speaking, talking, talk, discourse;
words, vocabulary.

2  the English language:
tongue, mother tongue, native tongue;
dialect, patois, slang, idiom, jargon, argot, cant;
informal lingo.

3  the booklet is written in simple, everyday language:
wording, phrasing, phraseology, style, vocabulary, terminology, expressions, turns of phrase,
parlance, form/mode of expression, usages, locutions, choice of words, idiolect;
informal lingo.

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linguistics | liNGˈɡwistiks |
plural noun [treated as singular]

the scientific study of language and its structure,
including the study of morphology, syntax, phonetics, and semantics.
Specific branches of linguistics include sociolinguistics, dialectology, psycholinguistics,
computational linguistics, historical-comparative linguistics, and applied linguistics.

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paradox | ˈperəˌdäks |
noun

a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement or proposition
that when investigated or explained may prove to be well founded or true:
in a paradox, he has discovered that stepping back from his job
has increased the rewards he gleans from it.

•  a statement or proposition that,
despite sound (or apparently sound) reasoning from acceptable premises,
leads to a conclusion that seems senseless, logically unacceptable, or self-contradictory:
a potentially serious conflict between quantum mechanics and the general theory of relativity
known as the information paradox.

•  a situation, person, or thing that combines contradictory features or qualities:
the mingling of deciduous trees with elements of desert flora
forms a fascinating ecological paradox.

the paradox of war is that you have to kill people in order to stop people from killing each other:
contradiction, contradiction in terms, self-contradiction, inconsistency, incongruity;
oxymoron; conflict, anomaly; enigma, puzzle, mystery, conundrum.

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pragmatic | praɡˈmadik |
adjective

dealing with things sensibly and realistically
in a way that is based on practical rather than theoretical considerations:
a pragmatic approach to politics.

• relating to philosophical or political pragmatism.

• Linguistics relating to pragmatics.

she remains pragmatic in the most emotional circumstances:
practical, matter-of-fact, sensible, down-to-earth, commonsensical, businesslike,
having both/one's feet on the ground, hardheaded, no-nonsense; informal hard-nosed.
ANTONYMS  impractical.

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problem | ˈpräbləm |
noun

1  a matter or situation regarded as unwelcome or harmful
and needing to be dealt with and overcome:
they have financial problems | the problem of ageism in Hollywood.

•  a thing that is difficult to achieve or accomplish:
motivation of staff can also be a problem.

•  [as modifier] denoting or relating to people
whose behavior causes difficulties to themselves and others:
practitioners help families develop strategies
for managing problem behavior in teens |a problem family.

2  Physics & Mathematics an inquiry starting from given conditions
to investigate or demonstrate a fact, result, or law.

•  Geometry a proposition in which something has to be constructed.
Compare with theorem.

•  (in various games, especially chess) an arrangement of pieces
in which the solver has to achieve a specified result.

noun

1  they ran into a problem:
difficulty, trouble, worry, complication, difficult situation;
snag, hitch, drawback, stumbling block, obstacle, hurdle, hiccup, setback, catch;
predicament, plight; misfortune, mishap, misadventure;
dilemma, quandary; informal headache, nightmare.

2  I don't want to be a problem:
nuisance, bother, pest, irritant, thorn in one's side/flesh, vexation;
informal drag, pain, pain in the neck.

3  mathematical problems:
puzzle, question, poser, enigma, riddle, conundrum; informal teaser, brainteaser.

adjective

a problem child:
troublesome, difficult, unmanageable, unruly, disobedient,
uncontrollable, recalcitrant, delinquent.
ANTONYMS  well behaved, manageable.

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sapient | ˈsāpēənt |

adjective

1  formal wise, or attempting to appear wise.

• (chiefly in science fiction) intelligent: sapient life forms.

2  relating to the human species (Homo sapiens):
our sapient ancestors of 40,000 years ago.

noun

a human of the species Homo sapiens.

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scientific method
noun

a method of procedure that has characterized natural science since the 17th century,
consisting in systematic observation, measurement, and experiment,
and the formulation, testing, and modification of hypotheses.

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solution | səˈlo͞oSH(ə)n |
noun

1  a means of solving a problem or dealing with a difficult situation:
there are no easy solutions to financial and marital problems.

•  the correct answer to a puzzle: the solution to this month's crossword.

•  (solutions) products or services designed to meet a particular need:
we are an Internet marketing firm specializing in e-commerce solutions.

2  a liquid mixture in which the minor component (the solute)
is uniformly distributed within the major component (the solvent).

•  the process or state of being dissolved in a solvent.

3  archaic the action of separating or breaking down;
dissolution: the solution of British supremacy in South Africa.

1  an easy solution to the problem:
answer, result, resolution, way out, fix, panacea;
key, formula, explanation, interpretation.

2  a solution of ammonia in water:
mixture, mix, blend, compound, suspension, tincture, infusion, emulsion.

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tabula rasa | ˈtäbyo͝olə ˈräsə, ˈräzə |
noun (plural tabulae rasae | ˈtäbyo͝olē ˈräsē, ˈräzē | )

an absence of preconceived ideas or predetermined goals;
a clean slate: the team did not have complete freedom
and a tabula rasa from which to work.

•  the human mind, especially at birth, viewed as having no innate ideas.

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technology | tekˈnäləjē |
noun (plural technologies)

the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes, especially in industry:
advances in computer technology | recycling technologies.

•  machinery and equipment developed from the application of scientific knowledge.

•  the branch of knowledge dealing with engineering or applied sciences.

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true believer
noun (plural true believers)

Used other than with a figurative or idiomatic meaning:
see true,‎ believer. : A strict follower of a doctrine.

One who believes dogmatically in something regardless of evidence
or even conclusive proof that the thing is false or was staged;
one who has true-believer syndrome.

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understanding | ʌndəˈstandɪŋ |

noun [mass noun]

the ability to understand something;
comprehension: foreign visitors with little understanding of English.

• the power of abstract thought;
intellect: a child of sufficient intelligence and understanding.

• an individual's perception or judgment of a situation:
my understanding was that he would try to find a new supplier.

• sympathetic awareness or tolerance:
a problem that needs to be handled with understanding.

• an informal or unspoken agreement or arrangement:
he and I have an understanding | he had only been allowed to come
on the understanding that he would be on his best behavior.

adjective

1  sympathetically aware of other people's feelings;
tolerant and forgiving: people expect their doctor to be understanding.

2  archaic having insight or good judgment.

noun

1  test your understanding of the language:
comprehension, apprehension, grasp, mastery, appreciation, assimilation, absorption;
knowledge, awareness, insight, skill, expertise, proficiency;
informal know-how; formal cognizance.
ANTONYMS  ignorance.

2  it was my understanding that this was free:
belief, perception, view, conviction, feeling, opinion, intuition, impression,
assumption, supposition, inference, interpretation.

3  she treated me with understanding:
compassion, sympathy, pity, feeling, concern, consideration, kindness,
sensitivity, decency, humanity, charity, goodwill, mercy, tolerance.
ANTONYMS  indifference.

4  we had a tacit understanding:
agreement, arrangement, deal, bargain, settlement, pledge, pact,
compact, contract, covenant, bond, meeting of minds.

adjective

an understanding friend:
compassionate, sympathetic, sensitive, considerate, tender, kind, thoughtful,
tolerant, patient, forbearing, lenient, merciful, forgiving, humane;
approachable, supportive, perceptive.

verb

1  he couldn't understand anything we said:
comprehend, grasp, take in, see, apprehend, follow, make sense of, fathom;
unravel, decipher, interpret;
informal figure out, work out, make head(s) or tail(s) of,
get one's head around, get the drift of, catch on to, get;
Britishinformal twig.

2  she understood how hard he'd worked:
appreciate, recognize, realize, acknowledge, know, be aware of, be conscious of;
informal be wise to; formal be cognizant of.

3  I understand that you wish to go:
believe, gather, take it, hear (tell), notice, see, learn;
conclude, infer, assume, surmise, fancy.

exclamation I want out, understand? get it, get the picture,
see, right, know what I mean, get my drift, capisce, comprende.

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virtue | ˈvərCHo͞o |
noun

1  behavior showing high moral standards: paragons of virtue.

•  a quality considered morally good or desirable in a person:
patience is a virtue.

•  a good or useful quality of a thing:
Mike was extolling the virtues of the car | there's no virtue in suffering in silence.

•  archaic virginity or chastity, especially of a woman.

2  (virtues) (in traditional Christian angelology)
the seventh highest order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy.

1  the simple virtue of farm life:
goodness, virtuousness, righteousness, morality, integrity, dignity, rectitude, honor,
decency, respectability, nobility, worthiness, purity; principles, ethics.
ANTONYMS  vice, iniquity.

2  promptness was not one of his virtues:
strong point, good point, good quality, asset, forte, attribute, strength, talent, feature.
ANTONYMS  failing.

3  archaic she lost her virtue in the city. See virginity.

4  I can see no virtue in this:
merit, advantage, benefit, usefulness, strength, efficacy, plus, point.
ANTONYMS  disadvantage.

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will | wil |

noun

1  [usually in singular] the faculty by which a person decides on and initiates action:
she has an iron will | a battle of wills between children and their parents | an act of will.

•  control deliberately exerted to do something or to restrain one's own impulses:
a stupendous effort of will.

•  a deliberate or fixed desire or intention:
Jane had not wanted them to stay against their will | [with infinitive] :
the will to live.

•  the thing that one desires or ordains:
the disaster was God's will.

2  a legal document containing instructions
as to what should be done with one's money and property after one's death.

verb [with object]

1  chiefly formal or literary intend, desire, or wish (something) to happen:
he was doing what the saint willed | [with clause] :
marijuana, dope, grass—call it what you will.

•  [with object and infinitive] make or try to make (someone) do something
or (something) happen by the exercise of mental powers:
reluctantly he willed himself to turn and go back | she stared into the fog, willing it to clear.

2  (will something to) bequeath something to (someone) by the terms of one's will.

•  [with clause] leave specified instructions in one's will:
he willed that his body be given to the hospital.

noun

1  the will to succeed:
determination, willpower, strength of character, resolution,
resolve, resoluteness, single-mindedness, purposefulness, drive, commitment,
dedication, doggedness, tenacity, tenaciousness, staying power.

2  they stayed against their will:
desire, wish, preference, inclination, intention, intent, volition.

3  God's will:
wish, desire, decision, choice; decree, command.

4  the dead man's will:
testament, last will and testament, bequest.

verb

1  do what you will:
want, wish, please, see/think fit, think best, like, choose, prefer.

2  God willed it:
decree, order, ordain, command.

3  she willed the money to her husband:
bequeath, leave, hand down, pass on, settle on; Law devise.


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