The Unfolding Next Round-12/10/18


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 2018, they will be filed in their respective Breadcrumbs zones – Leftovers, Soundbites, Possible Titles, Corollaries, Possible Last Words & Epitaphs, Breadcrumbs, Conversations, or Definitions – and then, if the last quarter-plus century of personal history is any indication, another round of dittyfesting will likely relatively quickly blossom from this a-scribing mind.

Link to the PDF of the first nine month of 2018:

The Unfolding Next Round

Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2015 through 2017:

Breadcrumbs

Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

Ciao ciao,

M


LEFTOVERS



Timeless awareness is continually usurped by time-bound imagination.
Awareness is now, awareness is undying, awareness is eternal life.
Imagination is the dream of past and future, imagination is eternal death.
Knowledge and identification are artificial, knowledge and identification are dead.
To exist in the present, to exist unequivocally, to exist eternally, one must forget everything.

* * * *
Despite all the zeroes to which scientists and engineers subscribe,
Only illusions that quantum allows to be measured are measurable.

* * * *
If you want true civilization, you must behave civilly.
History across the board, across time, again and again,
Shows the alternative much less nice, much less pretty.

* * * *
To leave time on the table,
Or not to leave time on the table.
That may well someday be the question.

* * * *
Nobody can really more than superficially cares about you; you are alone.
So it goes, too bad, so sorry, oh well, deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
Small talk, large talk, any talk, what difference, really?
The ubiquitousness of chatter can indeed be insufferable.

* * * *
The adoration, the veneration, the exaltation, the deification, of vanity and greed,
Is conveying the human paradigm, the human condition, the human debacle,
To the lowest common denominator imagination is capable of fostering.

* * * *
What would it be like to be the last human being?
Every other two-legged dead and gone,
As alone as alone could ever be.

* * * *
You do not exist as anything but a temporal figment of imagination.
You are an invention of a neuron trail evolved of an indivisible mystery,
To which all genesis is nothing more than illusion from quantum square one.

* * * *
It is this moment in which all decisions are made.
It is only subjective patterning that sets any course.

* * * *
Science allows much greater breadth and depth than any other belief system,
And in its purest methodology, has no creed, no dogma, but never-ending investigation.
To settle for less is to settle for the ceaseless inanities of endless delusions
Harbored by the those incapable of embracing the gray.

* * * *
Imagination is the usurper of perpetual, everlasting, undying eternal life, 
It has created time and contrived mind into every permutation of self imaginable.
It has woven light and sound into arbitrary meaning, and deified shimmer and vibration.
It has commandeered truth, and interminably manipulated it into deceit after deceit after deceit.
And nature, alas, poor nature, so many crimes in every way, so many crimes to every end.

* * * *
Self is awareness, awareness is Self.
Timeless, indivisible, unborn-undying, pristine, absolute.
Entirely indifferent to, completely untouched by, any and all imaginary fabrications.

* * * *
Such is the fleeting-ungraspable-immeasurable quantum nature of eternity,
That the senses forever lull all but the most judicious minds
Into a hypnotic state of unavoidable delusion.
Surely as indelibly binding as the instinctual patterning
Of any other creature this ineffable garden orb has ever fashioned.

* * * *
How is it that humankind has not clearly embraced
An infinite vision of that which many call God?
A vision that includes anything, everything.
A holistic vision that includes even you.

* * * *
How clearly you discern Self
Depends how absolutely you can detach,
 How far you can stand back, how deep you can dive.
The heart of awareness is a very still state.

* * * *
Any leadership is a reflection of its electorate,
And that can be exceedingly scary at both ends.

* * * *
The lotus blossoms alone, sovereign, absolute.
Be a lotus.

* * * *
Like you are supposed to be forever,
Or even could be forever absorbed and infatuated
With endless weavings of nonsensical chatter and other distractions.

* * * *
Such is fleeting-ungraspable-immeasurable nature of eternity’s quantum play,
That the senses ever hypnotize the deluded mind into believing it all real and true.

* * * *
Wealth is a state of mind.
The richest man in the world resides
In a refugee camp in a lost corner of the world.

* * * *
Everyone responds to their beginning and middle and endgame in their own unique way.
How could vanity, with all its narcissistic and hedonistic notions, play it any other way?

* * * *
If you run or stand or sit or lie absolutely present in the here now,
Unattached to, unburdened by, any thoughts, any things,
Breathing in, breathing out, in perfect awareness,
The nothing more, the nothing less, the nothing but,
You will realign with the simplicity, the grace, the harmony,
The indivisible, the eternal virtuousness that nature every moment is.

* * * *
What many do not seem to grasp about the evolution of medicine
Is that participating in any medical procedure, taking any medication,
Means they are essentially participating in the ongoing research as lab rats.
That the outcome contributes to the never-ending statistical progression of science.
And comprehend it or not, like it or not, not participating the experiment,
Is, in its own contrary way, also contributing to the experiment.

* * * *
Counting the moments, how silly is that?
Like tallying grains of sand or stars in the sky.
A reliable way to keep the mind interminably occupied,
But otherwise pretty darned meaningless in the futility of it all.

* * * *
Every time you awaken from a long night’s peaceful slumber, or even a pithy siesta,
Your nature-nurture frame of reference reimagines its temporal rendering of the cosmos,
A quantum mystery that has churned quite efficiently, quite effortlessly, while you were absent.

* * * *
Vanity and the endless greed for more, more, more,
Is the ever-churning, insatiable fate of the human paradigm.
There is no way to prevent it, no way to mitigate it, no way to avoid it.
How far it will go, or how it will end, is anybody’s guess,
But rest assured, it will not be pretty.

* * * *
Nature is permeated with an eternal grace
That consciousness through knowing can never attain.
Only in full awakening and surrender to the underlying awareness,
Can any ever realign with the ultimate reality upon which all creation functions.

* * * *
How inevitably absurd, asinine, banal, bizarre, blah, bland, boring, characterless,
Childish, colorless, corruptible, daft, deadly, dry, dreary, dull, dullsville, empty, farcical,
Flat, frustrating, futile, hare-brained, hollow, ho-hum, humdrum, idiotic, illogical, impractical,
Inane, incongruous, insipid, irksome, irrational, juvenile, lackluster, lifeless, ludicrous, meaningless,
Mind-numbing, monochrome, monotonous, mundane, not up to much, pathetic, pointless, puerile,
Purposeless, repetitive, ridiculous, 'same old, same old', senseless, silly, soul-annihilating, stale,
Stodgy, strange, stupid, tame, tedious, tired, tiresome, tiring, trite, trivial, trying, uneventful,
Unexciting, uninspiring, uninteresting, uninvolving, unrelieved, unvaried, vulnerable,
Wearing, and generally wishy-washy the human paradigm has so often become.

* * * *
What is release but letting go of everything imagined and merely being.
It is the first and last freedom; it is the one and only freedom.
It is the immaculate awareness prior to consciousness:
Tranquil, limitless, sentient, mindful, absolute.
That which is prior to birth and death,
Prior to space, prior to time.

* * * *
Would our ancestors applaud or kill us
For what we have done to their garden?

* * * *
Pay very close attention.
Enjoy it, endure it, as ye may.
Time passes very, very immediately,
Always materializing brand spanking new
In the very right here, very right now.

* * * *
Today is the same as it was yesterday as it will be tomorrow.
This moment is the same as the last moment as it will be the next.

* * * *
Lemmings do not mindlessly jump off cliffs.
Rather, they drown swimming across rivers.

* * * *
Pay attention to the kaleidoscoping moment.
Endure and enjoy this brief dream as best ye may.
Time does not exist, but passes very quickly.

* * * *
For anyone who runs out of agenda, who runs out of meaning and purpose,
What else is there to do but return to the sanctity of the timeless beingness,
The solitary awareness, the indivisibility of totality, that is witness within.

* * * *
Let go at least some of the avarice some of the time.
Give as much as your penny-pinching, miserly self allows.

* * * *
The food industry will be only too happy to harm, even kill you,
For their bottom line manifesto, for their bottom line gratification.

* * * *
What domino or combination of dominos will trigger the collapse?
Will it be natural cause: solar flare, comet, volcanic eruption, climate change? 
Will it be human cause: overpopulation and shortages of food, water, and other resources,
Biospheric breakdown, pandemic, economic or technological collapse, nuclear or biological holocaust?
How interesting it would be to have that fictional time machine.
Meanwhile, speculation abounds.

* * * *
Greed is core motivation for humankind.
Consciousness’s insatiable voraciousness for more
Will not be tempered by any force but its inevitable extinction,
Whether by natural cause, or of its own machination.
It is only a question of when and how, not if.

* * * *
Yet another meaningless act: aimless, blank, carrying-no-great-weight,
Empty, futile, having-no-effect, hollow, incoherent, incomprehensible, inconsequential,
Insignificant, insincere, irrelevant, pointless, purposeless, senseless, throwaway,
Trivial, trifling, unimportant, unintelligible, vain, valueless, worthless.

* * * *
Do what you gotta do.
See what you gotta see.
Feel what you gotta feel.
Hear what you gotta hear.
Taste what you gotta taste.
Smell what you gotta smell.
Think what you gotta think.
Be what you gotta be.

* * * *
Be what you gotta be.
Do what you gotta do.
See what you gotta see.
Feel what you gotta feel.
Shit what you gotta shit.
Like what you gotta like.
Love what you gotta love.
Play what you gotta play.
Hate what you gotta hate.
Hear what you gotta hear.
Taste what you gotta taste.
Think what you gotta think.
Sweat what you gotta sweat.
Dream what you gotta dream.
Breathe what you gotta breathe.
Consume what you gotta consume.
Believe what you gotta believe.
Smell what you gotta smell.
Own what you gotta own.
Toss what you gotta toss.
Kill what you gotta kill.
Die what you gotta die.

* * * *
It is rarely a good idea to plant yourself in any of Mother Nature's many danger zones.
And if you are so imprudent, always be prepared to batten down the hatches,
Or sprint very hard, very well, in one right direction or another.

* * * *
Being the moment is effortless awareness.
Imagination ever clings to its own creation, its own illusion.
Let go everything, forget everything, rest alone in the timelessness you truly are.

* * * *
Greedy for status, greedy for fortune, greedy for power, greedy for history.
What is the human paradigm, what is the human archetype,
But a precarious cliff of its own making.

* * * *
Yet another domino a-quivering away,
As the world careens madly towards the wall of dissolution,
And not even the hint of squealing brakes.

* * * *
Is the journey to eternity a long and winding road,
Or merely the right-here-right-now of this ever-present moment?
Consciousness or awareness, you choose.

* * * *
Even at the conclusion of this mortal game, what is left but more of the Seven Deadlies:
Pride and Envy and Gluttony and Lust and Wrath and Greed and Sloth.
More passion, more vanity, more of this, more of that.
And here you are, already so chock-full of the insatiable meaninglessness
That the appetite for more has lost all significance as anything more than monotonous habit.

* * * *
What is humankind but a cancerous paradigm,
Voraciously bent, both consciously and unconsciously,
On consuming the incredible diversity of this garden world,
In every way, through every means, for every purpose imaginable.

* * * *
If there is truly is no other,
If it truly is naught but a dream,
What part of it is there to experience?
What part of it is there to connect?
What part of it is there to save?

* * * *
The scientists have all their hypotheses and theories.
The mathematicians have all their definitions, axioms, theorems, and proofs.
The philosophers have all their rational arguments, and the meditators have all their zafus and walls,
And all, in the final analysis, find themselves roaming about the same diddly-squat.

* * * *
The no-mind is a state of awareness, a state of perfect detachment,
In which the sensory illusion timelessly kaleidoscopes with nary a trace. 
It is a state prior to consciousness, a state prior to all creation, all destruction.

* * * *
Civilizations across all times, all geographies,
Have been established upon every imaginable assumption.
None have long withstood the countless trials, the continuous friction,
With which they have been every moment berated and battered by consciousness.

* * * *
All this knowledge that humankind has fabricated,
All these words, all these numbers, all these notes, all these whatever,
The challenge is to stir them all together, blend them into their quantum indivisibility,
And discern the illusionary matrix in which they timelessly dance.

* * * *
That which is prior to consciousness is also prior to physics.
The quantum theater is but a kaleidoscoping show of light and sound.
Much ado weaving through the timeless spacelessness of ever-present awareness.

* * * *
People of all ages wistfully searching their many screens,
Like watching dogs getting jerked on their choke chains.

* * * *
What is the worship of one deity or another,
But the great dread’s attempt to grasp, to contain,
The indivisible, the nothingness, the emptiness, the void,
With the exceedingly hollow hope for more.

* * * *
What is thought, what is imagination, what is creativity, what is fear,
But an instinctive response of the given brain to oxygen deprivation.

* * * *
The ego, the id, the superego, the character, the persona, the self – call it what you will –
Is nothing more than the sum of imagination’s attachments to all the memories, all the perceptions,
All the recordings in which it harbors, the frame of reference to which it invariably clings.
The echoing that plays over and over as identity, as individuality, as exceptional.
The inexplicable saga born of evolution, the I-am-this-I-am-not-that,
In which the human paradigm perpetually finds fusion.

* * * *
What you are is an quantum configuration.
What could possibly be real or true about that?
Is a statue carved of marble the statue or the marble?
Enjoy the magical mystery tour as best you may,
But try to remember, at least occasionally,
A dream is all it is, was, will ever be,
In the indivisibility of eternity.

* * * *
How big is big?  How small is small?
And when it comes down to it,
How tall are you tall?

* * * *
So, you believe you know what normal is,
And I suppose you think you are, too, eh?

* * * *
The world, the universe, seemingly offers every imaginable distraction
To seduce hungry minds away from discerning the mystery permeating all creation.
Perhaps a rare few are not enticed at all, and others awaken only after a long and winding quests,
But most are adrift in the labyrinth of greed for their entire dream of space and time,
Gorging in every conceivable way to fill the emptiness that cannot be filled.
Racing to their mortal ends still ravenous for more, more, more.

* * * *
You are the mystery, eternally infinite, indelible, alone.
All else, all other, all new, all old, all anything, all everything,
Are but imaginary notions, no matter how seemingly real and true.
Time and space are but illusion fashioned by the sensory quantum mind.
This ever-present, ever-motionless, unborn-undying moment, is all there truly is.
All experience, all knowledge, all rumination, is ultimately but an inconsequential dream.

* * * *
Even the most subtle words, the most intricate explanations, cannot encapsulate reality,
For that which is indivisible is prior to all things born of the imaginary mind.
 It is only in the prior-to-consciousness awareness of the no-mind,
In which the earnest seeker of truth can find solace.

* * * *
The attributes of mental and physical health
Have many aspects, many characteristics, many viewpoints,:
Acuity, adroitness, agility, alertness, athleticism, balance, brawniness, cardio,
Concentration, coordination, core, drive, energy, fitness, dexterity, discipline, durability, dynamism,
Ease, efficiency, effortlessness, élan, endurance, energy, equilibrium, fitness, flexibility, force,
Grit, gumption, hardiness, healthiness, ingenuity, litheness, liveliness, might, muscularity,
Nimbleness, poise, potency, power, proficiency, quality, quickness, reaction, resilience,
Resoluteness, robustness, self-assurance, sharpness, skill, slickness, speed, spryness,
Stability, stamina, staying power, steadiness, strength, sturdiness, suppleness,
Swiftness, toughness, velocity, verve, vigor, vitality, vivacity, willpower.
Best not leave wellbeing to chance if you wish to live long and well.

* * * *
The irony and paradox of eternal life is that the living is in the dying.
So obvious, so clear, guileless, as to be unintelligible
To all but the most astute eye and ear.

* * * *
The world, the cosmos, will consume your body, your mind, your dream, as it does everything else.
The real you, however, is eternally immortal, indivisible, untouched, ever aware.
It is That which is never born, That which never dies.

* * * *
Any cosmos is indifferent to its myriad dreams, yours included.
The truth is that only imagination cares, only imagination bothers.
Your existence is a joke, an absurdity, to which the most sober response
Is a great dollop of irony and doubt, especially toward your fictional persona.

* * * *
The true believer, no matter the belief, is caught in the web of space and time,
And can never perceive that the meme is but a dream.
Freedom is but a word.

* * * *
No one has ever, could ever, see it the way you have.
Your aloneness is very much equal to all the aloneness
Every other sentient being has ever, or will ever endure.

* * * *
The joy of aging is spending more and more time
Dealing with all the consequences of whatever you have done
With your very unfathomable, very time-bound, very timeless dreamtime.

* * * *
The many god games.
The Jesus games, the Buddha games,
The Krishna games, the Lao Tzu games, the Moses games,
The Mohammed games, the whatever else games.
Games, games, games, nothing more.

* * * *
You want tranquility?
Let go all passion.
Still the mind.

* * * *
Many people who believe themselves deserving would do well to remember
That many if not most entitlements are privileges, not rights.
Not something to expect will always be there.

* * * *
Disengage from the patter of mind.
Dive into the still depths of awareness.

* * * *
Every sentient creature,
Each very much timelessly alone,
Suffers existence in its own very unique way.

* * * *
Awareness is not at all concerned with what part it is given, or for how long.
It will act out, without attachment, whatever way the winds of nature-nurture blow.

* * * *
To perceive the human paradigm
As anything more than a temporal fabrication of vanity,
Is to miss the indivisible, unblemished, immortal awareness permeating all eternity.
The illusory quantum dreamtime is but a means to all the endings
That are harvested from all the beginnings,
None of which ever really truly even once happened.

* * * *
What are the vanities – power and fame and fortune – but distractions
From the source of all that is mystery, all that is unknown, all that is eternal.
The impenetrable, ineffaceable, indivisible awareness that is timelessly ever-present.

* * * *
Life goes on; there is no stopping it.
Facades and names change, narratives change,
But is ever the same on and on and on,
As timeless as it is time-bound.

* * * *
Life is a Rolodex of ever-changing perceptions and values.
How any given mind sees its world is never the same for long.

* * * *
Regarding human overpopulation,
It is not just an elephant in the room,
It is an elephant totally filling the room.​

* * * *
The dreamer is the dream.
The dream is the dreamer.

* * * *
Existence is chock-full of possibilities,
Of which any given mind discerns relatively few
In its relatively brief statistical sampling.

* * * *
The Goldilocks Syndrome:
In winter, you miss summer; in spring, you miss autumn;
In summer, you miss winter; in autumn, you miss spring.
Discontent is a time-bound melancholy of its own creation.

* * * *
Behind the illusory mask,
Behind the imaginary character,
A space, an emptiness, ever unknowable.

* * * *
When mind abides in ever-present awareness,
The world, the universe, as it is known, disappears into timelessness,
And the senses merely function as the un-translated, un-rendered dreammakers they are.

* * * *
According to Wikipedia:

Guṇa is a key concept in Hindu philosophy.
Depending on the context, it means "string, thread, strand",
Or "virtue, merit, excellence", or "quality, peculiarity, attribute, property".

According to this worldview, there are three gunas, that have always been,
And continue to be present in all things and beings in the world.

These three gunas are called:

Sattva is goodness, constructive, harmonious.
Rajas is passion, active, confused.
Tamas is darkness, destructive, chaotic.

According to Apple MacBook Pro dictionary:

Sattva is the quality of goodness, positivity, truth, serenity, balance, peacefulness,
and virtuousness that is drawn towards Dharma and Jnana (knowledge).
Rajas is the innate tendency or quality that drives motion, energy and activity.
Tamas is the quality of inertia, inactivity, dullness, or lethargy.

In each and every thing, in each and every being, these forces uniquely blend.

What’s your brew?

* * * *
The youthful pursuit of the many pleasures of mind and body
Eventually leads to an endless avoidance of its countlessly wearing,
Exhausting, trying, tiresome, irksome, taxing, draining tortures.

* * * *
Those who contemplate thoughts of this nature
Are drawn to discerning and exploring the singularity
In whatever way their nature-nurture dreamtime has in store.

* * * *
History is process, and process repeats its patterns, but never goes back.
Square one is a long ago before the ever after of time was ever conceived.

* * * *
The greed for more, more, more, and still more,
Is the driving force behind the human paradigm.
To be truly content with one’s lot is rare, indeed.

* * * *
Consciousness does not easily give over its delusional dreamtime
To the quietude of its original nature, of its timeless awareness,
In which it hither-thither vainly moves like clouds in the sky.

* * * *
Awareness is aware of every point and particle of the manifest dreamtime.
It is aware of every kaleidoscoping matrix quantum moment throughout all eternity.
The many creations it omnisciently witnesses are aware of it only rarely, if ever.
To awaken to the awareness, the indelible mystery within and without,
To wander through the reverie, conscious of the omniscience,
Is a center stage role available to all, but offered to few.

* * * *
People come and go in your existence in every imaginable way, from tepid to sweet to bitter.
The brew can be intoxicating or depressing, memorable or scarcely remembered,
But all contribute to your frame of reference, your wily bag of tricks,
Your memories ranging from passionate to indifferent,
From affection to mourning to loathing.
The swirl of thoughts in your mind is but a dream,
But it is how you perceive it, it is how you play it, it is how you roll.

* * * *
Any game of monopoly naturally leads to a level of greed
That cannot be undone but by starting over,
And that is only rarely allowed,
And then only through great determination,
Often fused with great violence and even greater suffering.

* * * *
Never too late to expand that self-absorbed horizon,
That frame of reference, that perspective born of limitation,
To which so many so narcissistically, hedonistically, mindlessly cling.

* * * *
Awareness is the unknowable source of all intelligence.
Creation is but the sequential means of its eternal quantum potential
For dreaming whatever its kaleidoscoping matrix of a mystery has in no-mind store.

* * * *
That voice in your head is nothing more than a recording
Of imagination’s response to the nature-nurture conditioning.

* * * *
Those for whom the limelight is never bright enough,
Those whose avarice can never be satiated,
Those driven to rule over others,
Are caught in a web of self-absorption,
A blaze of vain notion that cannot be quenched,
No matter how inconceivably successful the endeavor.

* * * *
Curious so many believe Jesus is going to save them
When he could not even manage to save himself as more than a myth.
Besides which, every living thing already has eternal life,
So what is there to save, what is there to lose?

* * * *
To fully perceive that you are not this manifestation is an unending challenge.
The sensory theater is ever an enticing, hypnotic, call of the sirens.
It is not at all easy to meander in unconditional solitude,
Hypnotized as you are by the cultural paradigm
Founded upon a genetic predisposition
Towards interaction with individual and groups,
That spontaneously evolved in the fierce jungles of long ago.

* * * *
What is politics but someone offering others whatever they want,
In exchange for something tangible or intangible in return.
A win-win game for them, and perhaps even for a great many others,
But for the rest, well, they’ll just have to sort it out on their own, won’t they?

* * * *
Many are called, few are chosen, fewer still volunteer.
And however it may unfold, if you are contemplating such as this,
Your fate may well be to be an unfathomable eye of the unfolding dream.


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SOUNDBITES


The infringement of imagination is an infraction upon your eternal nature.

* * * *
The first breath, the last breath, and naught but a dream between.

* * * *
What was life like before there were millennials?

* * * *
Now: Open for business.

* * * *
Time to start brushing up for the contentment trophy.

* * * *
Only imagination imagines itself alive.

* * * *
Talk is cheap.

* * * *
Yet another zombie wandering its delusional mindscape.

* * * *
Nuance is all.

* * * *
The first moment no different than the last.

* * * *
Name that delusion.

* * * *
That demon in you always calling for more, more, more.

* * * *
Solution? How could there be?

* * * *
It is up to you to all alone figure out and come to grips as best you can with your cosmic mind.

* * * *
Put up or shut up.

* * * *
And what would be the point of opening that Pandora box?

* * * *
There is nothing to be.

* * * *
Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!

* * * *
What is it you think can be saved that was ever you or yours in the first place?

* * * *
A world less and less ready for its future.

* * * *
Saṃsāra: The cycle of aimless drifting, wandering or mundane existence.

* * * *
Mitote: A cacophony of voices in your head, all talking, few if any listening.

* * * *
To know or not to know, that is the question.

* * * *
There are no masters, just beginners with a more astute eye.

* * * *
​Ignorance is not always bliss.​

* * * *
After childhood’s end: torture and taxes; death is the least of it.

* * * *
Regarding the maze you meander in your mind, always feel free to take a sit.

* * * *
Launch your Self into the space within and without.

* * * *
Full cup, empty cup, no cup.

* * * *
The food industry is only too willing to poison you if you allow it.

* * * *
Histories often whitewash truth, and even more often wash it away completely.

* * * *
Labels are for those caught in the web of identity.

* * * *
Yet another law unwritten in invisible ink.

* * * *
It is what it is; no shoulda-coulda-woulda about it.

* * * *
Light on, light off.

* * * *
Make awareness the go-to state.

* * * *
The almighty dollar, greenback, wampum, gold coin, bread, whatever.

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A wise man once said nothing.

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Your conclusion about others are as meaningless as theirs about you.

* * * *
So much effort imagining, believing, pretending, you care.

* * * *
Real faith requires no word or act, no belief or creed.

* * * *
The mind is a mystical land of possibilities.

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All the clever things we just have to say and do.

* * * *
For those seeking truth, it is not about being more as much as it is about being less.

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Time, what was that, anyway?

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Yet another suit dreaming of conquest.

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In conflict, always expect, always anticipate, always mitigate, treacherous means.

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Forget me, forget me not.

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Setting the windy mind in stone just ain’t going to happen.

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It is only a crime if you are caught.

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Betray or incite true believers at your own peril.

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God is but one of the inventions of ignorance.

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Them assumptions, they sure will take you down many a path.

* * * *
You create your self; you discern your Self.

* * * *
The one-percenters have embraced destruction and chaos for a few mansions more.

* * * *
Consciousness is slathered in soot of the quantum kind.

* * * *
No harm in not knowing.

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Imagination is the creator of all.

* * * *
Taking the world personal is the first and last error.

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The busy mind loves a conspiracy.

* * * *
Same stage, different universes.

* * * *
Truth or idolatry, you choose.

* * * *
It seemed a priority at the time.

* * * *
Awaken to your mind’s content.

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The odds nail everyone to a cross of their own making.

* * * *
Imagination is all.

* * * *
You are, you have always been, you will ever be, if time was real, that is.

* * * *
What is death but return to the oblivion you have only pretended to know.

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So many dominos; hard to flick just one.

* * * *
Regarding suicide, not everyone feels obligated to play the game.

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And not even the hint of squealing brakes.

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I love my kids too much to bring them here.

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Yet another factoid so inconsequential as to be negligible.

* * * *
The young are conditioned to play the game with every conceivable lie time can concoct.

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God must be very small to be rattling around in so many heads.

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To be content with nothing is a rare calling.

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To be absolute or not to be absolute, that is the question.

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Yet another lie.

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The challenge is to wake up and not get fooled again.

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Nothing to dogma about.

* * * *
You can never know what will or will not happen once you are gone.

* * * *
What is the human paradigm but a dream ensconced in the synapses of mortal hardware.

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Are you slave or master, or simply alone and free?

* * * *
Another day of wandering neuron trails as if they existed.

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Drams is what happens when busy minds run amok.

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You are the truth personified.

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What point trying to convince others of that which offers so little.

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Can’t prove anything, really.

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Is habit anything more than mind’s attachment to the body’s chemical play?

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Do not believe all the stories you hear.

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Speculation is not knowing.

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Yes, that was a lie, too.

* * * *
How many sages are herded like cats into wisdom by all their countless foolish errors?

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Negation is the means to a pointless state.

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It is only in the finite that infinity can frolic.

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The seeker of peace has to be pretty detached to get by in this world.

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Everything’s the same, and nothing’s the same.

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The Hypocrisy!  The Hypocrisy!

* * * *
What bother to carry a world, a universe, around in your wee noggin.

* * * *
There are killer bees, and there are idiot bees.

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Infinitesimal, finite, infinite, what difference, really?

* * * *
Does it all have to be so predictable?

* * * *
You puny little identity in your puny little body is not what you truly are.

* * * *
The quantum rhapsody must be played alone.

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

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Intuition may get the ball rolling, but logical, rational thinking will plumb true.

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Indifference is its own reward.

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When it comes to hierarchies of power, loyalty often proves to be a one-way street.

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To truly know nothing is a wondrous state of mindful.

* * * *
To find, one must seek, but what do when the quest is complete?

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Your world, your universe, breathe it in, breathe it out.

* * * *
Another day of watching the universe gorge upon itself.

* * * *
Shit happens.

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Have no of the god that does not exist.

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Subtleties within subtleties lead to the final subtlety. to where all future-pasts cease.

* * * *
The mystery is like a matryoshka doll without the matryoshka doll.

* * * *
What a clingy thing, consciousness.

* * * *
Measured or unmeasured, remembered or forgotten, the moment is ever the same.

* * * *
If happens.

* * * *
How meaningless satori if you close your eye again.

* * * *
Discern the awareness where measurement means nothing.

* * **
How can that which is nothingness ever change?

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The cascade is underway.

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Naught but a dream that never really happened.

* * * *
Microscopes and telescopes are but tools, it the mind’s eye that discerns.

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Enough with the pedestals, already.

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Disengage, undo, unfasten, unlock, untie, uncouple, extricate, separate … Now.

* * * *
How much is too much?

* * * *
The entire human paradigm is founded upon imaginary confabulation.

* * * *
Find your own hole.

* * * *
What is the body but a cage of flesh and bones.

* * * *
Ciao, ciao.

* * * *
It is your life; spend it how you will, if you have the courage.

* * * *
There is no knowing.

* * * *
How many zeroes will it take?

* * * *
What is any life but the flashes of perception we call memory.

* * * *
Look who’s in charge now.

* * * *
Gaia is coming unhinged. Oh woe to the future.

* * * *
What is the world, the universe, but a quantum dream ever consuming itself.

* * * *
What is the human paradigm but imagination measuring itself in every way imaginable.
* * * *
The dreamer is the dream; the dream is the dreamer.

* * * *
It is delusion that hurts, not truth.

* * * *
So many of the things we call pleasurable, are they really?

* * * *
Death will happen on a day just like today.

* * * *
Suspend the animation.

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So many ways to suffer.

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Men create women, women create men, the dynamic is inseparable.

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Pathogens aplenty in this untamable world.

* * * *
There’s the rub.

* * * *
What is luck but the probability of happenstance working your way.

* * * *
Measure, and you shall be measured.

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It has never mattered at all the way you thought.

* * * *
Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

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The human paradigm is about itself, not its source.

* * * *
Another day underway.

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Why on any earth would it ever matter what any other thinks of you?

* * * *
Vanity kills.

* * * *
The unquenchable appetite for power and fame and fortune is unquenchable vanity.

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To know nothing is to know all.

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Puny human beings.

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The engine in the quest for power and fame and fortune is unquenchable vanity.

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How can anyone expect to be saved from their own ignorance?

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Living for likes.

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How pathetically small so many minds are inspired to make their universes.


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POSSIBLE TITLES


Delusional Mindscapes

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Back to the Future

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Embrace the Gray

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Nuance is All

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Memehood

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Last Man Standing

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The Unconditional Decimal Point

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The Last Zero

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Mindscape

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Name That Delusion

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Talk is Cheap

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Put Up or Shut Up

* * * *
The Deification of Vanity

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Imagination is Death

* * * *
The Infringement of Imagination

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Tiger Mouse

* * * *
The Insatiability of Greed

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The Insatiability of Vanity

* * * *
The Suffocation of Innocence

* * * *
I Came, I Saw, I Puttered

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Now: Open for Business

* * * *
An Honest Liar

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An Honest Thief

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An Honest Cheat

* * * *
Damn the Torpedoes, Full Speed Ahead!

* * * *
The Death of Imagination

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The Imagined Known

* * * *
A Compassionate Executioner

* * * *
There is Nothing to Be

* * * *
A Wise Man Once Said Nothing

* * * *
The Politics of Imagination

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The Clarity of Formlessness

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Light On, Light Off

* * * *
Shoulda Coulda Woulda

* * * *
The Web of Identity

* * * *
Getting Old Gets Old

* * * *
Darwin Amok

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Knowing and Not Knowing

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Abandon Ship

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The Process Server

* * * *
Temet Nosce

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In Harmony’s Way

* * * *
Alas, Darwin

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The Alonely Lotus

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The Mystical Land of Possibilities

* * * *
The Full Cup Syndrome

* * * *
The Empty Cup Bonanza

* * * *
No Masters, Just Beginners

* * * *
The Differences! The Differences!

* * * *
The Similarities! The Similarities!

* * * *
The Anachronism

* * * *
Unwritten in Invisible Ink

* * * *
The Brighter Side of Doom and Gloom

* * * *
How to Gladden a Dark Heart

* * * *
The Horse With No Name

* * * *
Who Buries Who

* * * *
Time, What Was That, Anyway?

* * * *
The Meander to Disaster and Demise

* * * *
Imagination is the Architect of All

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Théâtre Absurde

* * * *
It Really Makes No Difference At All

* * * *
The Conspiracy Distraction

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The Greatest Story Never Told

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The First and Last Error

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Et Cetera

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Et Alii

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Ad Infinitum

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Eternity Just Whizzing Along

* * * *
Et Cetera, Et Alii, Ad Infinitum

* * * *
Killing Time Until It Kills You

* * * *
Will Sit for Food

* * * *
Same Stage, Different Universes

* * * *
Imagination is All

* * * *
Wisdom: The Penance of Fools

* * * *
You Create Your Self

* * * *
It Created Its Self

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Forget Me, Forget Me Not

* * * *
Parts and Particles

* * * *
It Seemed a Priority at the Time

* * * *
So Many Masks

* * * *
Tweetmaster

* * * *
The Great Trickster

* * * *
Eternity’s Snowflakes

* * * *
The World Is Your Urinal

* * * *
Grist Into Hemlock

* * * *
Imagination’s Playground

* * * *
The End of Guilt

* * * *
The End of Regret

* * * *
The End of Desire

* * * *
The End of Sorrow

* * * *
The End of Little Self

* * * *
Fathom This, Fathom That

* * * *
Truth or Idolatry?

* * * *
Consciousness or Awareness, Your Choice

* * * *
A Sojourner Reverie

* * * *
The Human Debacle

* * * *
I Love My Kids Too Much To Bring Them Here

* * * *
The Hoary More

* * * *
Immaculate Perfection

* * * *
True Self

* * * *
Perfect Detachment

* * * *
Assumption is All

* * * *
The Absurdities

* * * *
The Truth Personified

* * * *
Undone

* * * *
The Habituation of Body Chemistry

* * * *
Yet Another Lie

* * * *
Pointlessness

* * * *
The Nature of Choice

* * * *
The Trap of Mind

* * * *
Nary a Trace

* * * *
The Myth of Compassion

* * * *
Utter Disbelief

* * * *
The Hollow Crown

* * * *
Unutterable Disbelief

* * * *
Oxygen Deprivation & You

* * * *
This is Eternity

* * * *
The Darwinian Creation

* * * *
The Darwinian World

* * * *
The Darwinian Dream

* * * *
The Darwinian Purity

* * * *
The Darwinian Essence

* * * *
The Darwinian Innocence

* * * *
The Magnificent Diversity

* * * *
The Magnificent Diversity Undone

* * * *
The Great Dread

* * * *
The Great Fear

* * * *
The Hollow Hope

* * * *
The Hypocrisy!  The Hypocrisy!

* * * *
Life As Process

* * * *
Only in Amerika

* * * *
The Collusion of Delusion

* * * *
Quantum Rhapsody

* * * *
The Whodunit of Mind

* * * *
The Whodunit of Time

* * * *
Same Difference

* * * *
The Church of Reason

* * * *
The Church of Absurdity

* * * *
The Church of Now

* * * *
The Willful Herd

* * * *
The Underlying Formless

* * * *
The Labyrinth of Greed

* * * *
The Propaganda of Time

* * * *
The Spockonian Mind

* * * *
To Truly Know Nothing

* * * *
Mission Accomplished

* * * *
The Endless Quest

* * * *
How Many Zeroes Will It Take?

* * * *
Flashes of Perception

* * * *
Naught But A Dream That Never Really Happened

* * * *
Back to Square One

* * * *
What Peace May Come

* * * *
Where Measurement Means Nothing

* * * *
The Many Games

* * * *
The God Games

* * * *
The Buddha Games

* * * *
The Krishna Games

* * * *
The Jesus Games

* * * *
The Lao Tzu Games

* * * *
The Moses Games

* * * *
The Mohammed Games

* * * *
The Whatever Else Games

* * * *
The Existence That Imagination Built

* * * *
Gaia Unhinged

* * * *
Measuring Imagination’s Rainbow

* * * *
The Void of Eternity

* * * *
The Void of Awareness

* * * *
Awash in Nada

* * * *
Any Given Moment

* * * *
Shit Happens

* * * *
If Happens

* * * *
Find Your Own Hole

* * * *
The Cascade is Underway

* * * *
The Choices We Make

* * * *
Disengage

* * * *
Look Who’s In Charge Now

* * * *
How Much Is Too Much?

* * * *
Playing Whack a Mole

* * * *
Home At Last

* * * *
The Land of Limited Thinking

* * * *
Ciao, Ciao

* * * *
Look, Mom, I’m a Worm Now!

* * * *
A Trail of Tears

* * * *
There’s No Place Like Home

* * * *
Whacked Out

* * * *
The Journey to Extinction

* * * *
There Is No Knowing

* * * *
Cattle in the Feedlot

* * * *
No End in Sight

* * * *
The Cage of Flesh and Bones

* * * *
A Day Just Like Today

* * * *
Doom & Gloom

* * * *
The Dreamer is the Dream

* * * *
The Dream is the Dreamer

* * * *
Suspend the Animation

* * * *
Futility’s Rainbow

* * * *
The Killer Beep

* * * *
So Many Ways to Suffer

* * * *
Ready or Not

* * * *
The Relativity of Consciousness

* * * *
The Relativity of Everything

* * * *
The Relativity of Anything

* * * *
Measure, And You Shall Be Measured

* * * *
A New Level of Pathetic

* * * *
The Many-Headed Camel

* * * *
Call to Destiny

* * * *
Pathogens Aplenty

* * * *
Enjoy In Joy As Best Ye May

* * * *
Dark Daze

* * * *
Another Day Underway

* * * *
Puny Human Beings

* * * *
Many Are Called, Few Are Chosen

* * * *
There’s the Rub

* * * *
Paradigm Unleashed

* * * *
The Human Syndrome

* * * *
Vanity Kills

* * * *
The Irrelevance of Measurement

* * * *
The Irrelevance of Statistics


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COROLLARIES


Ambrose Bierce (The Devil's Dictionary):
CYNIC, n. A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be.
Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
Fortunately and whew, them Scythians have gone quantum,
but keeping an eye out just in case.

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Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas in Wall Street):
Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
For some.

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Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas in Wall Street):
Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
Define good.

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Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas in Wall Street):
Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
And what is good, Phaedrus,
And what is not good –
Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?
(From Robert Pirsig’s “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”)

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Doug Honeywell’s early-on response to these many thoughts:
(Doug was an acquaintance during the late 80’s teaching years
at Jiddu Krishnamurti’s Oak Grove School in Ojai, California)
Nice words, but they don’t do anything for me.
Yaj Ekim’s corollary:
Krishnamurti is a hard act to follow.

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Edward Bulwer-Lytton:
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:

Yeah, right.


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POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS


Home at last

* * * *
Look, Mom, I’m a worm now!

* * * *
Finally!

* * * *
Ciao, Ciao

* * * *
There’s no place like home

* * * *
Getting old was getting old

* * * *
Once is enough


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BREADCRUMBS


I have been allotted the destiny to discern that awareness, that vision, that insight, that wisdom,
Which has been perceived by many thinkers across all times and geographies.
The concepts and symbols and dogmas may vary greatly,
But the  source is ever the same.

* * * *
Written for another time I am ready to awaken.

* * * *
Everything fading, foggy and distant, as if it all never really happened.

* * * *
I came, I saw, I puttered.

* * * *
Well, my fine pretty, aren’t you a sight for lustful eyes.

* * * *
A cadaver replete with multiple personalities.

* * * *
Going nowhere … slowly.

* * * *
I know what I really am, and it is up to you to figure out the same.

* * * *
Who can even guess how that one came to mind?

* * * *
Field notes from yet another observer of the unmanifest underpinning of the dreamtime show.

* * * *
Another anonymous dreamer a-dreaming away.

* * * *
Nothing like a little gloom and doom to gladden this dark heart.​

* * * *
Self pleasantly poof discerned; all ambition poof gone.

* * * *
My faith is so strong, no word or act, no belief or creed, is required.

* * * *
A line of work for which there is no job description.

* * * *
A student of time rooted in eternity.

* * * *
Daily growing into more and more of an anachronism, and okay with that.​

* * * *
Epiphanies can be very addictive to the pondering mind, indeed.

* * * *
You raise me from the dead, and we will have an issue.

* * * *
Freely received, freely passed on.

* * * *
Disseminating an infinite vision of that which many call God,
A vision that includes anything and everything,
A vision that includes even you.

* * * *
Plenty of material, and not much audience, but at least I got to read most of it.

* * * *
Where’s the hemlock?

* * * *
Your conclusions about me are as meaningless as mine are about you.

* * * *
Not interested in debating some tiny vision, sorry.

* * * *
Where would these writings be without word processing,
And all the spellcheck and dictionary and thesaurus functions?

* * * *
Some things must age a bit before they are appreciated.

* * * *
More witness than participant at this writing; such is the doneness of retired life.

* * * *
Why in any god’s name would I want to fit in to any part of this inanely absurd paradigm?

* * * *
There less and less being an “I” in the everyday worldly sense,
Who-what-where-when-why-how is scribing all this silliness?

* * * *
An aphoristic collage,
A puzzle jigged, a puzzle sawed,
An assorted potpourri of motley thoughts,
A mystic drunkard’s trail of doubt,
An epic, long and winding.

* * * *
Dissolving the world one meme at a time.

* * * *
Another wispy snowflake of a thought
Melting from pen to paper
For time to do
Whatever it will, or will not.

* * * *
Older than the stars, younger than the moment

* * * *
Wandering in and out of time
Like a drunk staggering from bar to bar,
Bottomless drink in hand, 

* * * *
So many things I am supposed to care about, and just do not want to anymore.

* * * *
The world is my urinal.

* * * *
Please feel free to go bother someone else.

* * * *
Fellow Earthlings, I have created you all today …

* * * *
On and on and on the scratchy recording plays.
Who in their right mind would ever read
This babbling brook of silliness?

* * * *
Perhaps the dream will find use
For these many thoughts, perhaps not.
‘Tis the nature of any gift to not know its fate.

* * * *
I know you take this all very seriously, so please pardon me for laughing.

* * * *
Fading back into nothingness.

* * * *
You would no doubt have them entertain a different way,
Were it possible for enough to hear what you have to say.

* * * *
How I long for the purity of the Darwinian world before our advent.

* * * *
Way more than this wee brain craves or needs,
Or is even able to wrap its head around
At this stage of its mortal dream,
Its sojourning reverie.

* * * *
Am so over our kind and all our bullshit, all our absurd self-absorption,
The last wheezing​ breath will be a sigh of relief that it is finally over.

* * * *
Granted, dystopian collapse may be eluded before this lifetime’s exit,
But to even for a second believe calamity cannot happen
Would be a imprudent error of judgment.
Always good policy to hope for the best, plan for the worst.

* * * *
Had my opportunities, made my choices, living with them.

* * * *
The irony of these many thoughts is they came from the unassuming, gentle loins
Of a humble farmer who could have been a sculptor of garden statues,
And a kindergarten teacher who loved reading and bridge.

* * * *
Did I do everything? No.
Did I do enough? Yes.
More than enough, actually.

* * * *
Awash in nada.

* * * *
One of the first go-to ditties that bubbled to mind back in the late 80’s happened
While teaching fifth grade at Oak Grove School in Ojai, California.
It came out as a response to one of my students, Alicia,
The willful single daughter of a single mother,
Who was trying to run the classroom:
“Alicia, I don’t know how it is at home, but here,
‘Yes means yes, no means no, and maybe does not mean yes.’”
The next day her mother said in passing, “I don’t know if Alicia likes you.”
To which the retrospect rejoinder would have been, “It’s not my job to be liked by Alicia,”
Followed by, “Nor is it yours.”

* * * *
Because I  had no agenda, no plan, no purpose, no objective, no raison d'être,
The great mystery took me into its bosom and flung me every direction.
Took me for a whirl out on the cosmic dance floor, so to speak.
And somehow I survived long enough to tell the tale.

* * * *
As far as passing on this cadaver’s genetic material goes,
My metaphor is that I toured many gun ranges,
But seemed to have been a lousy shot.
It was many years later
That I came up with the phrase,
“I love my kids too much to bring them here.”

* * * *
I am Spock.

* * * *
These breadcrumbs will hopeful assure there will be no pedestal placed beneath this scribe.
That all sages and fools, all saints and demons, are all the same ineffaceable mystery,
That everything, that everyone, are all created of the same quantum illusion.
It is a nothing-more-nothing-less dream from any get-go to any finale imaginable.

* * * *
Oops, got me again.
Paradox and irony rule.

* * * *
The Secret Life of Michael

* * * *
Doom and gloom, my favorite.

* * * *
Well beyond weary I am of this ofttimes torturous mortal shell.

* * * *
Another day underway.

* * * *
Cannot save myself, how could I ever save anyone else?


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CONVERSATIONS




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DEFINITIONS


anthropomorphism | ˌanTHrəpəˈmôrfizəm |
noun

the attribution of human characteristics or behavior to a god, animal, or object.

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awareness | əˈwernəs |
noun

knowledge or perception of a situation or fact:
we need to raise public awareness of the issue | there is a lack of awareness of the risks.

• concern about and well-informed interest in a particular situation or development:
a growing environmental awareness | his political awareness developed.

the level of public awareness is questionable:
consciousness, recognition, realization; understanding, grasp, appreciation, knowledge, insight;
familiarity; informal light-bulb moment; formal cognizance.

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consciousness | ˈkän(t)SHəsnəs |
noun

the state of being awake and aware of one's surroundings:
she failed to regain consciousness and died two days later.

•  the awareness or perception of something by a person:
her acute consciousness of Mike's presence.

•  the fact of awareness by the mind of itself and the world:
consciousness emerges from the operations of the brain.

1  she failed to regain consciousness:
awareness, wakefulness, alertness, responsiveness, sentience.
ANTONYMS  unconsciousness.

2  her acute consciousness of Luke's presence:
awareness of, knowledge of the existence of, alertness to, sensitivity to, realization of,
cognizance of, mindfulness of, perception of, apprehension of, recognition of.

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cynicism | ˈsinəˌsizəm |
noun

1 an inclination to believe that people are motivated purely by self-interest;
skepticism: public cynicism about politics.

• an inclination to question whether something will happen or whether it is worthwhile; pessimism: cynicism about the future.

2 (Cynicism) a school of ancient Greek philosophers, the Cynics.

theirs was a childhood of absent parents and broken promises, so cynicism was hardly a surprise:
skepticism, doubt, distrust, mistrust, suspicion, disbelief; pessimism,
negativity, world-weariness, disenchantment.
ANTONYMS  idealism.

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ego | ˈēɡō |
noun
(plural egos)

a person's sense of self-esteem or self-importance: a boost to my ego.

•  Psychoanalysis the part of the mind that mediates between the conscious and the unconscious
and is responsible for reality testing and a sense of personal identity.
Compare with id and superego.

•  Philosophy (in metaphysics) a conscious thinking subject.

the defeat was a bruise to his ego:
self-esteem, self-importance, self-worth, self-respect, self-image, self-confidence.

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hypocrisy | həˈpäkrəsē |
noun
(plural hypocrisies)

the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs
to which one's own behavior does not conform; pretense.

must politics be the perennial benchmark of hypocrisy?
dissimulation, false virtue, cant, posturing, affectation, speciousness, empty talk,
insincerity, falseness, deceit, dishonesty, mendacity, pretense, duplicity;
sanctimoniousness, sanctimony, pietism, piousness;
informal phoniness, fraud.
ANTONYMS  sincerity.

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id | id |
noun

Psychoanalysis the part of the mind
in which innate instinctive impulses and primary processes are manifest.
Compare with ego and superego.

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identity | ˌīˈden(t)ədē |
noun
(plural identities)

1  the fact of being who or what a person or thing is:
he knows the identity of the bombers | she believes she is the victim of mistaken identity.

•  the characteristics determining who or what a person or thing is:
attempts to define a distinct Canadian identity.

•  [as modifier] (of an object) serving to establish who the holder, owner, or wearer is
by bearing their name and often other details
such as a signature or photograph: an identity card.

2  a close similarity or affinity:
the initiative created an identity between the city and the suburbs.

3  Mathematics (also identity operation) a transformation that leaves an object unchanged.

•  (also identity element) an element of a set which,
if combined with another element by a specified binary operation,
leaves that element unchanged.

4  Mathematics the equality of two expressions
for all values of the quantities expressed by letters, or an equation expressing this,
e.g. (x + 1)2 = x 2 + 2x + 1.

1  the identity of the owner: name, ID; specification.

2  she was afraid of losing her identity:
individuality, self, selfhood; personality, character, originality,
distinctiveness, differentness, singularity, uniqueness.

3  a case of mistaken identity:
identification, recognition, naming, singling out.

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imaginary | iˈmajəˌnerē |
adjective

1 existing only in the imagination:
Chris had imaginary conversations with her.

2 Mathematics (of a number or quantity)
expressed in terms of the square root of a negative number
(usually the square root of −1, represented by i or j).
See also complex.

his imaginary friends:
unreal, nonexistent, fictional, fictitious, pretend, make-believe, mythical, mythological, fabulous, fanciful, storybook, fantastic;
made-up, dreamed-up, invented, concocted, fancied;
illusory, illusive, a figment of one's imagination;
archaic visionary.
ANTONYMS  real, actual.

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imagination | iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n |
noun

the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts
of external objects not present to the senses:
she'd never been blessed with a vivid imagination.

•  the ability of the mind to be creative or resourceful:
technology gives workers the chance to use their imagination.

•  the part of the mind that imagines things:
a girl who existed only in my imagination.

1  a vivid imagination: creative power, fancy, vision; informal mind's eye.

2  you need imagination in dealing with these problems:
creativity, imaginativeness, creativeness;
vision, inspiration, inventiveness, invention, resourcefulness, ingenuity;
originality, innovation, innovativeness.

3  the album captured the public's imagination:
interest, fascination, attention, passion, curiosity.

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parasite | ˈperəˌsīt |
noun

an organism that lives in or on another organism (its host)
and benefits by deriving nutrients at the host's expense.

•  derogatory a person who habitually relies on or exploits others
and gives nothing in return.

Parasites exist in huge variety, including animals, plants, and microorganisms.
They may live as ectoparasites on the surface of the host
(e.g., arthropods such as ticks, mites, lice, fleas, and many insects infesting plants)
or as endoparasites in the gut or tissues (e.g., many kinds of worm),
and cause varying degrees of damage or disease to the host.

she longed to be free of the parasites in her family:
hanger-on, cadger, leech, passenger;
informal bloodsucker, sponger, bottom feeder, scrounger, freeloader, mooch.

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reality | rēˈalədē |
noun
(plural realities)

1  the world or the state of things as they actually exist,
as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them:
he refuses to face reality | Laura was losing touch with reality.

•  a thing that is actually experienced or seen, especially when this is grim or problematic:
the harsh realities of life in a farming community | the law ignores the reality of the situation.

•  a thing that exists in fact, having previously only existed in one's mind:
the paperless office may yet become a reality.

•  the quality of being lifelike or resembling an original:
the reality of Marryat's detail.

•  [as modifier] relating to reality TV: a reality show.

2  the state or quality of having existence or substance: youth, when death has no reality.

•  Philosophy existence that is absolute, self-sufficient, or objective,
and not subject to human decisions or conventions.

1  distinguishing fantasy from reality:
the real world, real life, actuality; truth; physical existence.
ANTONYMS  fantasy.

2  the harsh realities of life: fact, actuality, truth.

3  the reality of Steinbeck's detail: verisimilitude, authenticity, realism, fidelity, faithfulness.
ANTONYMS  idealism.

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secular | ˈsekyələr |
adjective

1  denoting attitudes, activities, or other things that have no religious or spiritual basis:
secular buildings | secular moral theory.
Contrasted with sacred.

2  Christian Church (of clergy) not subject to or bound by religious rule;
not belonging to or living in a monastic or other order.
Contrasted with regular.

3  Astronomy of or denoting slow changes in the motion of the sun or planets.

4  Economics (of a fluctuation or trend) occurring or persisting over an indefinitely long period:
there is evidence that the slump is not cyclical but secular.

5  occurring once every century or similarly long period
(used especially in reference to celebratory games in ancient Rome).

secular music:
nonreligious, areligious, lay, temporal, worldly, earthly, profane; formal laic.
ANTONYMS  holy, religious.

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self | self |
noun
(plural selves | selvz | )

a person's essential being that distinguishes them from others,
especially considered as the object of introspection or reflexive action:
our alienation from our true selves |
[in singular] : guilt can be turned against the self |
language is an aspect of a person's sense of self.

•  [with adjective] a person's particular nature or personality;
the qualities that make a person individual or unique:
by the end of the round he was back to his old self | Paula seemed to be her usual cheerful self.

• one's own interests or pleasure:
to love in an unpossessive way implies the total surrender of self.

•  (with adjective one's self) used ironically to refer to oneself or someone else:
the only side worth supporting is your own sweet self.

adjective [attributive]

(of a trimming or cover) of the same material and color as the rest of the item:
a dress with self belt.

verb [with object] chiefly Botany

self-pollinate; self-fertilize: (as noun selfing) :
the flowers never open and pollination is normally by selfing.

•  (usually as adjective selfed) Genetics cause (an animal or plant)
to breed with or fertilize one of the same hybrid origin or strain:
progeny were derived from selfed crosses.

self noun listen to your inner self:
ego, I, oneself, persona, person, identity, character, personality,
psyche, soul, spirit, mind, (inner) being.
ANTONYMS  other.

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skepticism | ˈskeptəˌsizəm | (British scepticism)
noun

1  a skeptical attitude; doubt as to the truth of something:
these claims were treated with skepticism.

2  Philosophy the theory that certain knowledge is impossible.

1  his ideas were met with skepticism:
doubt, doubtfulness, a pinch of salt; disbelief, cynicism, distrust, mistrust,
suspicion, incredulity; pessimism, defeatism; formal dubiety.

2  he passed from skepticism to religious belief:
agnosticism, doubt; atheism, unbelief, nonbelief.

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spirituality | ˌspiriCHo͞oˈalədē |

noun (plural spiritualities)

the quality of being concerned with the human spirit or soul as opposed to material or physical things:
the shift in priorities allows us to embrace our spirituality in a more profound way |
a deep sense of spirituality that connects them to the natural environment |
[count noun] :  an interest in other cultures and spiritualities.

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superego | ˌso͞opərˈēɡō |
noun
(plural superegos)

Psychoanalysis the part of a person's mind that acts as a self-critical conscience,
reflecting social standards learned from parents and teachers.
Compare with ego and id.

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synergy | ˈsinərjē |
(also synergism | -ˌjizəm | )
noun

the interaction or cooperation of two or more organizations, substances,
or other agents to produce a combined effect greater than the sum of their separate effects:
the synergy between artist and record company.

there's no synergy between the two, so no costs are saved:
cooperative interaction, cooperation, combined effort, give and take.

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synthesis | ˈsinTHəsəs |
noun
(plural syntheses | -ˌsēz | )

1  the combination of ideas to form a theory or system:
the synthesis of intellect and emotion in his work |the ideology represented a synthesis of certain ideas.
Often contrasted with analysis.

•  Grammar the process of making compound and derivative words.

•  Linguistics the use of inflected forms rather than word order to express grammatical structure.

2  the production of chemical compounds by reaction from simpler materials:
the synthesis of methanol from carbon monoxide and hydrogen.

3  (in Hegelian philosophy) the final stage in the process of dialectical reasoning,
in which a new idea resolves the conflict between thesis and antithesis.

the synthesis of their diverse styles makes for a wonderful new sound in country music:
combination, union, amalgam, blend, mixture, compound, fusion, composite, alloy;
unification, amalgamation, marrying.

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theory | ˈTHirē |
noun
(plural theories)

a supposition or a system of ideas intended to explain something,
especially one based on general principles independent of the thing to be explained:
Darwin's theory of evolution.

•  a set of principles on which the practice of an activity is based:
a theory of education | music theory.

•  an idea used to account for a situation or justify a course of action:
my theory would be that the place has been seriously mismanaged.

•  Mathematics a collection of propositions to illustrate the principles of a subject.

1  I reckon that confirms my theory:
hypothesis, thesis, conjecture, supposition, speculation, postulation, postulate,
proposition, premise, surmise, assumption, presupposition;
opinion, view, belief, contention.

2  modern economic theory:
principles, ideas, concepts; philosophy, ideology, system of ideas, science.

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unconditional | ˌənkənˈdiSH(ə)n(ə)l |
adjective

not subject to any conditions: unconditional surrender.

they gave their mom's new husband an unconditional welcome:
wholehearted, unqualified, unreserved, unlimited, unrestricted, unmitigated, unquestioning;
complete, total, entire, full, absolute, out-and-out, unequivocal.

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world-weary | ˈwərldˌwi(ə)rē |
adjective

feeling or indicating feelings of weariness, boredom, or cynicism
as a result of long experience of life:
their world-weary, cynical talk.


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