The Unfolding Breadcrumbs 2019 - 12/09/19


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.

Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2019 writings:

The Unfolding Breadcrumb 2019
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2019.pdf

Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2018:

Breadcrumbs 2018
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2018.pdf

Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2015 through 2018:

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs.pdf

Website:

The Stillness Before Time: Reflections from a Fellow Sojourner
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/

A 53-page PDF copy can be downloaded at:
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/thestillnessbeforetime.pdf

Main Blogs:

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The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim
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The Return to Wonder: Field Notes from the Unknown
http://thereturntowonder.blogspot.com/

Breadcrumbs: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
http://michaelsbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/

Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

Ciao ciao,

M

Breadcrumbs 2019
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
© Michael J. Holshouser 2019
World Rights Reserved


LEFTOVERS


Wishing you were a machine or computer is just never ever going to happen.
The meat-machine mind may be able to create them, but they can never become them.
Rationality, rapidity, efficiency, consistency, detachment, are but imaginary ideals
Not destined to materialize in this or any other paradigm of the two-legged sort.

* * * *
Is existence really anything more than conditioned habit?
A recording that plays over and over each and every day,
With slight changes that only align with that prescribed.

* * * *
Awareness is the razor’s edge of alleged existence.
Consciousness is merely imagination imagining itself alive,
But in truth is naught but a shadow harbored in a corporeal container
Pretending, make-believing, the sensory-inspired illusion of time and space real.
The human paradigm is nothing more than a collusion of a genetic line
Locked in a patterned dream born in the jungles of long ago.

* * * *
Cultivate the unknown.
Cultivate wonder.
Cultivate bliss.

* * * *
Consciousness is change, consciousness is known.
Awareness is serene, awareness is unknown.
Which is time-bound, which is timeless?
Which is insatiable, which is content?
Which is imaginary, which is real?
Which is fiction, which is true?

* * * *
What is the known but shavings gleaned by limited scope,
By consciousness born of the sensory-mind bound in time.

* * * *
One of the big lessons in history
Is that its best to be cautious about trusting anybody with an agenda
That is not necessarily in your best interest.

* * * *
What are the pronouns – I, me, you, he, she, they, them, we, us – 
But linguistic inventions that sanction and magnify dualistic notion.

* * * *
What is male, what is female, but evolutionary currents of natural selection,
Come into being too many moons ago to even begin to fully fathom the mystery of it.
Vanity has absolutely nothing to do with the prior-to-consciousness process that got you here.
The body you inhabit is ultimately nothing more than a temporal vehicle
For the awareness you are to witness its mystery.

* * * *
From their creation so long ago, your vast tree of naturally-selected seed lines,
Passed on their genome who knows how many times, how many places, how many ways,
Until there you are, sitting in this timeless right-here-right-now, translating this,
Discerning the magical-mystery of existence as relatively few ever have.

* * * *
There is no resolution to the loneliness fashioned by consciousness,
But to immerse in the unadulterated aloneness of awareness,
That is the eternal source of its thought-created torment.
To seek respite in conscious schemes is but a transient salve.

* * * *
The infant, in its all but tabula rasa state,
Its immaculate innocence, its watchful awareness,
Has yet to learn to act the imaginary role that is its destiny.

* * * *
The mind that wanders its Self is an inexplicable adventure
Through every variety of heaven and hell, and all states between.

* * * *
The Ivory Tower is neither ivory nor a tower.
It is naught but another variety of human vanity.

* * * *
The tiger does not hate you; it is just hungry, and you are available.
One of your human neighbors just a short distance away, however, may truly hate you. 
May covet everything you are, everything you have, and you are available.
Which predator, which hunter, which beast, to fear most?

* * * *
“Me” and “Myself” and “I” is nothing more
Than an imaginary confabulation of consciousness
Assuming, pretending, colluding, time and space are real.

* * * *
Everyone should get an Academy Award,
Or at least some sort of participant trophy,
For playing their imaginary persona so well.

* * * *
What is this indelible mystery of manifest existence,
But the timeless infinite infusing the time-bound finite.
Immortal soul, mortal body, in each and every inception.

* * * *
How can the immaculate awareness be mine or yours or theirs or any other’s?
How can you be anything but keenly attentive to the indelible mystery you are?
How has imagination so usurped your awe that you are blind to your true nature?
How is it you accept fictions concocted by vain notion to illuminate the inexplicable? 

* * * *
What can you be once you stop identifying with the mind-body and the universe it has created?
Once you stop imagining the dream the senses every moment hypnotize you into believing is real.
Once you discern that pure awareness is the one and only reality there is, has ever been, will ever be.
Once you realize your true nature is the ever-present here-now, the absolute totality, of all eternity.

* * * *
This magical world is birthing ground, home, garden, playground, graveyard.
Alas that we have abused it, neglected it, tortured it, maimed it, so very wrongly.

* * * *
The greatest things about regular old school books
Is that they do not require charging, do not require wireless networks,
And may well last thousands of years, and still be readable.

* * * *
How can I see anything your way? How can you see anything my way?
Our frames of reference are entirely unique; we are all very much alone together.
At best we choose to imagine each other’s worlds through intuitive extrapolation of our own.
No sure bet even with the most expansive of minds with the best of intentions.

* * * *
Are you this mind-body consciousness that is ever-changing,
Or the awareness that has always been very much the same?

* * * *
Once upon a time you were so naturally you,
And then you glimpsed your reflection in the pond,
And gradually succumbed to the delusion of vain notion.
How to get back to where you have been all along,
Is ever the challenge of the discerning mind.

* * * *
The Supreme Being is not some divinity-entity on some cloudy on-high.
It is the supreme, being; the totality, being; the absolute, being.
It is the quantum, being; it is the everything, being, it is the nothingness; being.
It is being on the supreme level, prior to and beyond all constraints born of imaginary notion.

* * * *
The immaculate awareness you truly are, is ever absolutely alone,
Unbound in the indivisible, indelible, unborn-undying solitude of eternity.
Your illusory universe will distract the mind you occupy in every way imaginable.
Fashion every possible hook to every moment draw you out into its kaleidoscoping theater.
And as challenging as it may be to realize, to accept, it is ever your choice whether to give in, or not.
And in every moment you do acquiesce, in every moment you do sip the quantum elixir,
You become but a marionette playing out an ultimately inconsequential dream.
To believe or not believe, to slumber or awaken, that is the question.

* * * *
Yoga is a Hindu spiritual and ascetic discipline, the ultimate aim of which
Is purification and self-understanding leading to union with the impenetrable mystery.
Karma Yoga is action, Bhakti is Yoga devotion, Jnana Yoga is knowledge, Raja Yoga is meditation.
Despite sounding like different processes, they are really one in the same,
Each with its time, each with its place.

* * * *
The concept of family can be such a curious thing.
People you might otherwise never even give a second thought about,
You spend so much of your existence around, through every imaginable thick and thin.
Every imaginable passion, from heartfelt to heartache, from agape to odium.
Blood may be thicker than water, but it ain’t that much thicker.

* * * *
How draining all the tortures these bodies offer.
Pleasure at some point becomes the absence of pain.

* * * *
Assholes and volcanoes have a lot in common.
Sometime diarrhea, sometimes explosive maelstroms.
Always a chance of collateral damage.

* * * *
Inhale, exhale, and with that exhale, let go the entire imaginary life.
Drift in the awareness you truly are, have ever been, will ever be.

* * * *
Awareness is all.
A moment ago is forever gone,
And the next more distant than the farthest star.
Space and time are the weavers of an inexplicable, imaginary dream,
Given illusionary reality by the temporal sensory-mind.
Creation and creator are one in the same.

* * * *
No arguing with physics.
Mass and velocity and vectors are the judge and jury and executioner
Of this temporal quantum dream.

* * * *
Inhale-exhale,
Full-empty,
Come-go,
Ebb-flow,
Birth-death,
Everything-nothing.
It is the way.

* * * *
Without the universe, there is no perception.
Without perception, there is no universe.
One is not without the other.

* * * *
Without imagination, there are no gods, no heavens, no hells.
Imagination is creator, imagination is creation; the source of all.

* * * *
So many memories, so many perceptions, so many insights, so many distractions,
As to often make it exceedingly challenging to give attention to the moment at hand.

* * * *
If you can say it better, say it.
If you can write it better, write it.
If you can do it better, do it.

* * * *
The sciences have obliquely pointed out over and over, many ways, many times,
That the senses are but evolutionary, neurological creations, weavers of the mind's theater.
How long before the transcendental reality becomes clear beyond doubt, 
And awareness reasserts its rightful sovereignty
Over the conditioned usurper born of imaginary design.

* * * *
You may be more intellectual than someone else, or they may be more intellectual than you.
You may be more attractive than someone else, or they may be more attractive than you.
You may be more powerful than someone else, or they may be more powerful than you.
You may be more affluent than someone else, or they may be more affluent than you.
You may be more famous than someone else, or they may be more famous than you.
What does it matter, really, all the superficial differences, all the superficial judgments,
The human mind inexorably, with only rare respite, contrives in this absurd little dreamtime?

* * * *
Each and every morning, from the very first moments of awakening,
The conditioned recording begins playing its mind-numbing assumptions,
And another day of inevitability, another day of sleep-walking, begins.

* * * *
Why feel blame or guilt or regret for being cast by the genetic lottery
Into a quantum dream for which you bear no responsibility?

* * * *
It is the finite nature of everything biological in this manifest theater,
That sooner or later there is a boundary, a limit, a border, a perimeter, a wall.
It is a Petri dish thing, and the faster one rushes towards that edge, the sooner it comes.

* * * *
Whether or not you ever give it your attention, whether or not you ever awaken to its ultimate reality,
Awareness is ever the same omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient, immutable absoluteness.
Unaligned to any attribute contrived by the ever-kaleidoscoping quantum dream.
You are a drop of that dream playing out a time-bound, illusory existence.
A finite witness, peering out for a fleeting while into an immeasurable mystery.

* * * *
That which is immortal, that which is without attributes, that which is unrestricted in any way.
Is the unmoving, immaculate awareness permeating all creation.
The eye that discerns all, knows all.

* * * *
Right here, right now.
The simplest, most real, most priceless place to be.
Only a modicum of imagination required.

* * * *
What passion? What desire? What rage? What fervor?
What pleasure? What pain? What joy? What sorrow? What anything?
Can reside in the timeless instantaneousness of awareness?

* * * *
That ain’t time, that ain’t space,
That’s a sensory kaleildoscope playing on the screen of a quantum mind,
An immeasurable mirage from the get-go.

* * * *
You will never know how all this is happening.
All you can do is play out your small little part
In whatever way your nature-nurture allows.

* * * *
The destiny, the fate, the kismet, the karma,
Of any given time, of any given moment, will never happen again.
All dreaming is a one-time parade, a one-time show.

* * * * 
Call this touchy-feely, three-dimensional mystery by whatever sound you or others contrive
– God, Yahweh, Allah, Brahman, Tao, Quantum, Great Pumpkin, Whatever –
It is indifferent to all things, all attributes, including you.

* * * *
What is all the knowledge, all the wisdom, what are all the frames of reference in the world,
Without the indivisible, indelible awareness, the unknown, from which all things ascend?

* * * *
Gods and demons are all fashioned of imaginary conception,
And it is the mind's eye that must be unsullied if you are to be free.

* * * *
What is so infinite about that which cannot be measured?
What is not so infinite about that which cannot be measured?

* * * *
Quantum rock.
Quantum paper.
Quantum scissors.

* * * *
Your biggest delusional assumption likely continues to be
That you are anything more than an imaginary confabulation.

* * * *
To see the infinitely large all the way to the infinitely small
Is to perchance discover there is really no infinitely at all.

* * * *
The universe and all its incalculable attributes
Is but ceaseless distraction from what is real.
Nothing more than a remarkable light show.

* * * *
The climate in your geography becoming more uncomfortable, more forbidding by the year,
But where to run, where to hide, that will not be suffering its own deterioration?
The balance we once knew is still in balance, but will we survive it?

* * * *
Why feel bound to squabble with dead poets, much less live ones?
It is for each and every one what they perceive it is, and not, as well.

* * * *
Is there any other species on this planet that applauds us
Near as much, or at all, as we ceaselessly do ourselves?

* * * *
Quantum mist.
Quantum matrix.
Quantum mystery.
Quantum indivisible.
Quantum dream.

* * * *
Your face, your mind-body, is but the outcome of all the Darwinian choices
Your ancestors made since their slime came into being in that long ago pool.
Nothing to be all vain and proud and narcissistic and arrogant about, really.

* * * *
It is the nature of our species to spend every day and every night, believing it is all about us.
Egocentric, ethnocentric, chronocentric, geocentric, heliocentric, cosmoscentric.
Exceptions only over-and-over, again-and-again prove the rule.

* * * *
Another instant, another moment, another twinkling,
Another second, another minute, another hour, another day, another night,
Another week, another month, another year, another decade, another century, another millennium,
Another period, another era, another span, another epoch, another age, another eon,
A quantum medley, all kaleidoscoping in the very same eternal now.

* * * *
Yet another pleasurable or painful or lackluster experience.
Yet another memory, another perception, another insight, another morsel,
Rolling in the ephemeral wake of an inexplicable quantum dream wrought by imagination.

* * * *
What can anyone do but meet any given moment
As square on as clearly as the mind-body
In all its nature-nurture allows.

* * * *
From what I can tell, it is pretty likely there is only one of any of us,
And the same goes for any aliens that may or may not be out there.

* * * *
Everything is subject to interpretation, relatively little of it objective,
If such a thing is even possible in the consciousness born of mortal fare.

* * * *
What is that face, that body, that mind, but the genetic outcome of the natural selection
That began long before your most ancient ancestors were but slime in some muddy pond.

* * * *
All religion is absolute absurdity; there is no need to worship anything or anyone.
The universe is an unfathomable mystery, an inseparable quantum reverie, pure and simple.
We are all the same mystery, and the same mystery is all of us, equals in every way.
No need to make it any more or less than that; all else is but vain notion.

* * * *
Now is the only moment, in which the enigmatic awareness you think you exists.
There is no before, there is no after, there is no past, there is no future.
There is naught but the awareness, right here, right now,
An unknowable, timeless sentience, witness to a quantum dream.

* * * *
There is no such thing as history; there are only historians.
Storytellers who persuade you to imagine their stories real.

* * * *
Is youth a blessing and old age a curse?
Or old age the blessing and youth the curse?
Perspective is all in the eyes of irony and paradox.

* * * *
Sometimes you do one thing; others, many others.
The passionate mind is not a trustworthy beast.
And ideals only serve to make it more obvious.

* * * *
For corruption to end, the corrupt must look within to discern, to heal, their ravenous minds,
And that, dear friends, as anyone paying attention will have noted,
Is not going to happen anytime ever.

* * * *
Try not to be harbor to too many immoderate vices.
The Seven Deadlies are not called deadly for no reason.

* * * *
You are the same now that is, has ever been, will ever be.
Despite all notions to the contrary, there is no time to it.

* * * *
Why must you always label your Self this or that?
Being anonymous within and without is much more real.

* * * *
You are your own rendition of normal.
It may be batshit crazy to everyone else, but it is what it is,
And it be more that a little likely there ain’t nothing you can ever really do to change it.

* * * *
Rushing, rushing, always rushing, as though you have the power to make eternity,
That mysterious presence that is neither time nor space, somehow move any faster,
Or slower, if you believe digging in your heels will have some effect that direction.

* * * *
Imagination can wander every possible agony and ecstasy, but it ain't ultimately real,
​N​ever has been, never will be ... more than the fanciful glitter of the time-bound mind.

​* * * *
Consciousness born of mind, born of the illusion inspired by the senses,
Ever conspires to usurp the awareness that enables its imaginary dreamtime,
But cannot because fallacy can never reign when smoke and mirrors is its only hand.
That which is but time and space can never capture even for a moment that which is eternal,
That which is unborn, that which is undying, that which is not of times and space,
That which is indivisible, prior to all that is temporal and mundane.

* * * *
The Mariana Trench is 36,037 feet deep, Mount Everest is 29,029 feet tall, a total of 65066 feet.
A mile is 5,280 feet, so the distance from the deepest to the tallest points on earth is just over 12​ miles​.
The gap between the California municipalities of Turlock and Modesto is plus-or-minus 14 miles.
What would ever lead anyone to truly believe all the horrors the human species has inflicted
Would not have at least a teensy-weensy impact on the magical garden that birthed it?

* * * *
The me-myself-and-I in which awareness harbors
Is nothing more than a temporal concoction of imagination.
Even the ineffable, indivisible quantum matrix has no ultimate reality,
And to fantasize it does is to assuage the insatiable mind with deceptions unending.

* * * *
You only know what the senses and mind into which they feed allow you to know,
And what is that, really, truly, but a mere sliver of the electromagnetic spectrum?

* * * *
From long before human history’s earliest etchings,
The wealthy, the famous, the powerful, have deceived themselves and others
Into believing themselves superior to the masses without.
Smoke and mirrors from the get-go.

* * * *
Assertions without substance mean nothing,
Unless the insubstantial is given weight
By ignorance or darker purpose.

* * * *
What is the expert but someone fooling others
Into believing they truly know something
The bean-counting mind should know.

* * * *
All have a story, some more interesting, some more noteworthy,
But a chronicle, just as authentic, just as significant, nonetheless.

* * * *
Living for what others think of you can be a very long, very winding journey
Through an endless labyrinth of netherworlds born of imaginary notion.
The mind-body suffers, consciousness suffers, imagination suffers.
The eternal awareness you truly are – and are not – is ever untouched.

* * * *
How ludicrous to believe any creed devised by the vanity of humankind
Would ever be anything more than a passing shadow of the reality that is.

* * * *
What is the intangible we call soul, if not awareness?
And how can it be divided into yours or mine or theirs,
But through the vain arrogance of unwarranted assertion?

* * * *
You are eternity pretending a limited, ofttimes narrow vision.
Hence vanity, and its indivisible, kaleidoscoping dance
Of every virtue, every depravity imaginable.

* * * *
This is it, this is all there is.
Despite all the hope, despite all the speculation, there ain’t no more.
Try not to lose any sleep over it.

* * * *
Are you something trying to be nothing, or nothing trying to be something?
Whatever the happenstance may be in the mind born of imagination,
It is always witnessed by the awareness, right here, right now.

* * * *
So much obesity, so much toxicity, so much suffering.
What have we allowed the food industry to do to us?
What have we allowed ourselves to do to ourselves?

* * * *
What is ego, what is will, what is me-myself-and-I but a concoction of nature-nurture?
No more than imaginary attachment to a temporal mind-body born to die,
Oftentimes more painfully, more horribly, than any deserve.

* * * *
All any of us are, all any life form will ever be, is a pattern, a loop, playing itself over and over.
Some loops are more byzantine than others, but all have a measure of predictability, nonetheless.

* * * *
The human mind is a ravenous, insatiable, incorrigible beast; more is never enough.
And here we are, screaming toward the brink, not more than a mild tap on the brakes.

* * * *
How long will you exist in this manifest dreamtime?
Five, ten, twenty, fifty, ninety years? Five, ten, twenty, fifty, ninety minutes?
The Reaper will greet all sooner or later; who can know when,
Lest you take the matter into your own hands.

* * * *
Organized religion offers tasty pablum and soothing pacifiers
To those afraid to stand alone and investigate it for themselves.

* * * *
You imagine you were born.
You imagine you were a child.
You imagine you were a adolescent.
You imagine you spent life as an adult.
You imagine so many things along the way,
Including the mortal end yet to come.
Has any of it really been real?

* * * *
If you were truly free of all earthly constraints, would it ever even occur to you?
And is there any creature on this spinning dust ball that is not freer than you?

* * * *
All memory, all perception, all conception, all notion born of mind,
Are nothing more than time-bound imagination pretending existence real.

* * * *
Does anyone really aspire to do anything with their finite existence?
Or is it all merely the compulsion of the inherent nature-nurture?
Nothing more than the destined momentum of the given patterning.
An inescapable reverie playing out the delusion of meaning and purpose.
An inexplicable quantum cosmos ticking away with neither rhyme nor reason.

* * * *
Each and every life form must very much alone come to grips
With the nature-nurture scenario into which it has been cast.

* * * *
Your resting place in the coals of Hades is assured.
All you need to do is come to a clear decision
Whether or not to make it worthwhile.

* * * *
All that experience, all that knowledge, all that accumulation,
The entire frame of reference from which you draw your cosmos,
What is its real purpose but to get you to this very right-here-right-now,
The most you can be, the most you have ever been, the most you will ever be.
There is no more but what the endless cravings of imagination concoct.

* * * *
No one has ever, can ever, be the same as anyone else.
Everyone who has ever existed just wants to be accepted as they are.
Be and allow is the highest law: do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

* * * *
How this mystery came to be, how consciousness came to be,
Neither you nor anyone else will ever more than speculate.
It is only in the eternal stillness of the ever-present awareness
That you will ever realize any tranquility in your existential quest.

* * * *
Every creation across the cosmos is founded upon one pattern or another.
Loops that play over and over until the quantum reality morphs into new designs.
Some may be moderately changeable, but only in relatively superficial ways.

* * * *
Make endless assumptions, take everything personally,
Hell is awash with boundaries of every imaginable notion.

* * * *
Artificial intelligence may be programmed to learn, to achieve great heights,
But will it not always be learning through the human mind that devised the code?
As with space travel, it is only through science fiction that any sentience will be achieved.

* * * *
Welcome to the Planet of the Apes.
We hope you have enjoyed your tour.

* * * *
How can you ever be anything more than a programmed script?
Perhaps a substantially complex script, but a script, nonetheless.

* * * *
Will you forever remain locked in the loop of your original conditioning?
Or will you learn to process critically enough to liberate your Self
From the confines to which you now so adamantly cling?

* * * *
How can all the appearances of the quantum cosmos
Be anything more than made-up states of mind
Molded by collective assumption, collective collusion,
Evolved through natural selection in the jungles of long ago.

* * * *
Whether you have spare change or a nice little nest egg for the future,
Rest assured some vampire is looking to score whatever you will allow.

* * * *
So much loneliness playing out in so many minds in the human paradigm,
And consciousness never able to more than temporarily suppress the sorrow.

* * * *
The awareness does not care one whit whether you are good or bad,
Right or wrong, happy or sad, smart or stupid, sage or fool,
Kind or cruel, rich or poor, black or white, or any other this or that.
It is only the imaginary notions of consciousness that bother about anything.

* * * *
The mind is always seeking security,
But the mesmerizing draw of the insoluble,
The consuming anxiety born of desire and dread,
Leaves it in all-consuming turbulence again and again.
To attain at least a smidgen of serenity, of modicum of peace,
Give your Self over to the insecurity of the ever-transient moment,
Let go the imaginary universe in your weary head, at least once in awhile.

* * * *
The continuity is imaginary.
In reality the awareness is born anew every moment.
Eternal life, such as it is.

* * * *
Either you play the dream real in whatever way it calls,
Or it is the railroad tracks in one form or another for you.

* * * *
The ever-churning state of imagination is endlessly beguiling,
But it ain’t never real no matter how much you yearn it to be.

* * * *
What is wrong with you? What is right with you?
What difference but figments born of imagination.
Ever-pervading chatter attempting reconciliation.

* * * *
History is an ever-churning dynamic of interconnected contexts
Playing out the cosmic patterns begun in the long-ago-not-long-ago.

* * * *
If you have a talent, a gift, share it, fortune or no.
It will minimize the tides of regret down the road.

* * * *
​Real religion is without dogma.
​The Golden Rule is all you need.
Everything else is redundant.

* * * *
There are pluses, there are minuses, to any given situation.
How they add up is the best-case that makes for any decision.

* * * *
It is all instantaneously, simultaneously, come and gone as it happens.
Beginnings and endings are but imagination make-believing time real.

* * * *
Outside-the-box thinking first requires perception of the box.
If there is to be any possibility of free will, any perception beyond the given state,
The boundaries of the nature-nurture conditioning must be discerned
By the ever-present attention of immaculate awareness.

* * * *
You are not the mind-body, you are not the imagination.
You are the timeless motionlessness of the unborn-undying awareness
Peering out in whatever way the quantum indivisibility has without effort contrived.

* * * *
Nature does not give a flying hooey about the human species.
She will create and destroy without compunction.
Thrive or fail, live or die, she cares not.

* * * *
How far will science explore from the smallest small to the largest large
Before it becomes glaringly apparent that it is all ultimately nothing at all.
That all that measuring, all that nomenclature, all that scholarly pursuit,
Has really never been more than the mind’s reluctance to remain still.

* * * *
Life is full of coming, life is full of going.
Life is full of arriving; life is full of leaving.

* * * *
For those forever pursuing the ultimate answer, here it is: There is no answer.
Imagination will never find any truth that is not imagery.
A busy mind is its own miasma.

* * * *
You are the timeless awareness that is neither infinite nor infinitesimal,
Nor any other description known to the mind-body born of limitation.

* * * *
Ignorance is self-sustaining; always has been, always will be.
Critical thinkers are forever doomed in its ebb and flow,
No matter their countless attempts to raise the bar.

* * * *
Far more challenging for the human mind to simply be
Than it is to mindlessly believe, to pretend, to imagine, the vanity of it all.
True faith, true devotion, true fidelity, is in the being.

* * * *
It is not some deity’s will; it is our will, our vanity, our greed,
Our insatiable ravenousness for more-more-more,
That has fashioned this fine mess.

* * * *
History would indicate that many if not most human beings
Value a pile of the glittery stuff more than they do existence.

* * * *
What a thing to have to squander so much of one’s existence
Justifying, rationalizing, quarreling, over the endless absurdities
Of ethnicity and gender and other given nature-nurture persuasions.
What is any tribal mindset but imaginary fare from any and every get-go.

* * * *
If you have not somehow released your Self
From greed and vanity before death’s final reckoning,
You most certainly will the instant after.

* * * *
It all boils down to the only you, the only awareness there is;
The indivisible all in one and one in all, call it what you will.

* * * *
After all the philosophical, all the spiritual, all the existential inquiry,
How is it your mind is still so compelled by the frolic of imagination?

* * * *
Death is the bona fide release from the mystery of existence,
But doing it ahead of time while living is the challenge
To which mystics great to small spin their minds.

* * * *
In the total context of the cosmos, earth is little more than a tiny dust ball
With a great variety of life forms scrambling about its relatively thin crust.

* * * *
Scientific method is the most exact means humankind has yet devised
To measure, to examine, the parameters of this manifest quantum dimension.
If there are other dimensions in this intrepid electromagnetic spectrum,
No doubt any intelligence is exploring it as thoroughly as possible
Through whatever ways and means circumstance allows.

* * * *
You may be at the top of some mountain today, victor of every skirmish,
But one day you, too, will succumb to incapacity and death,
And all your vanity, nothing more than wind.

* * * *
The newborn is but the tabula rasa of awareness until consciousness is gradually conditioned
By the winds of time, by the agony and ecstasy of the given nature-nurture.
Awakening is to be reborn into that unadorned state.

* * * *
No ultimate point to anything at all, really; existence is but a sensory-mind dream.
And the dream is nothing more than quantum mist born of an impenetrable mystery.
Pure, unadulterated illusion witnessed by an awareness without beginning, without end.

* * * *
In complete attention to anything unutterably engaging,
Little self evaporates and the awareness of true Self reigns,
Until the imaginary usurper regains its imaginary throne.

* * * *
The multitudes have never had any real say in the matter.
They are but consumers and canon fodder for those who rule.

* * * *
Swaying the masses into not looking inward is what the absurdity of religion is really about.
Focus on mythologies, dogmas, idols, rituals, symbols, dress codes, hierarchies, not your Self.

* * * *
So many things we all have to live with, to endure, like it or no.
Fate is meted out each and every moment from first breath to last.

* * * *
Reality is not as concrete as thought would have it.
In fact, it is not concrete, not tangible, not palpable, at all.
Dubbing it a quantum dream is as close to truth as truth allows.
No need to create, no point in creating, any belief system, whatsoever.

* * * *
The mind is a willy-nilly wanderer.
Only the most focused attention tames it,
And likely very few attain that level of intrigue
For any great length of timelessness.

* * * *
The so-called real world, the one playing out in your mind,
Is but an ever-rolodexing set of very imaginary perceptions.

* * * *
There is no power above, there is no power below.
There is only that which is neither within or without.


SOUNDBITES


The mind is not made tranquil through conflict or struggle.

* * * *
There goes the Ivory Tower talking through its hat again.

* * * *
And you are normal enough to judge who?

* * * *
Feed them and they shall come, and stay.

* * * *
Our greatest loyalty is to our tongue.

* * * *
Cultivate the unknown, cultivate wonder, cultivate bliss.

* * * *
Attachment is all.

* * * *
Assume the universe, and voilà!

* * * *
Complete and utter solitude is the way.

* * * *
The call to duty can twist and turn down many a long and winding rabbit hole.

* * * *
Naming anything is to embrace illusion.

* * * *
Are you anything more than a means for the one-percenters to add more coin to their pile?

* * * *
What was before before? What is after after?

* * * *
How quickly that gourmet meal turns to shit and piss.

* * * *
Welcome to Zombieworld.

* * * *
What torture will the mind-body come up with this day?

* * * *
Name that flag.

* * * *
Instinct slathered with consciousness.

* * * *
Have at it.

* * * *
To be alone, or not to be alone, that is the question.

* * * *
Value is a function of context.

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

* * * *
Are there words for you and me? What difference, really?

* * * *
How can the cosmic dance be appreciated by a mind that does not know how to dance?

* * * *
Instinct is the operating system upon which all culture is founded.

* * * *
The mind is a quantum screen upon which time and space play their illusion.

* * * *
It is whatever you think it is, but is it, really?

* * * *
The tiger does not hate you; it is just hungry, and you are available.

* * * *
Moving on, always moving on.

* * * *
As nonsensical at the beginning as it will be at the end.

* * * *
When did you realize Mommy cannot really kiss it and make it better?

* * * *
Yet another lesson to be forgotten.

* * * *
Like it never happened, because it didn’t.

* * * *
So many slices and dices from future well-being, sacrificed for bits and pieces of pleasure today.

* * * *
A tax deduction does not for giving make.

* * * *
Try not. Live, or live not. There is no try.

* * * *
What happens when illusion meets reality? Death while living.

* * * *
Without a witness, what point to creation?

* * * *
Erase all the storylines, and what have you got?

* * * *
You faceless wonder, you.

* * * *
Can anyone really care about you more than you do yourself?

* * * *
The science fiction that is no longer fiction.

* * * *
Friends are friends because that is enough.

* * * *
Only in timeless awareness is there freedom from the known.

* * * *
How can the immaculate awareness be mine or yours or theirs or any other’s?

* * * *
How can you be anything but totally attentive to the indelible mystery you are?

* * * *
How has imagination so usurped your awe that you are blind to your mystery?

* * * *
The laws of physics change for no deity, son or otherwise.

* * * *
Without the mind-body, what need or use do you have for the imagined persona it has devised?

* * * *
What is life but a long stream of perceptions that add up to nothing.

* * * *
What point to any law that cannot be enforced?

* * * *
Where is the boundary between you and your universe?

* * * *
Sometimes you just have to charge on.

* * * *
Everyone has his reasons.

* * * *
What are you really saying?

* * * *
Positive attitude, negative attitude, same squat.

* * * *
Temptations abound.

* * * *
Absurdity usurped by madness.

* * * *
Had you but one eye, would you be any less blind?

* * * *
How can the true seer belong to any tribe?

* * * *
What peace can there be as long as the greed of me-myself-and-I reigns.

* * * *
Nothing is important; nothing is not important.

* * * *
Save your Self.

* * * *
Despite being round, the world is very flat, even at its peak.

* * * *
An imagined rendition of an assumed reality.

* * * *
What death will it be this time?

* * * *
The prophet of doom may finally be worth heeding.

* * * *
Bask in irony and paradox.

* * * *
Bodily fluids is what its all about, within and without.

* * * *
What is identity but a lifelong habit?

* * * *
How mistaken humankind is to believe itself so intelligent.

* * * *
Every earthling has its rhyme, every earthling has its reason.

* * * *
Who better to take your life than yours truly.

* * * *
Imagine it so.

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

* * * *
Natural science, biology, chemistry, physics, all one in the same, slicing the pie with different lenses.

* * * *
How many children’s memories of their parents will be of them staring into a phone screen?

* * * *
Nature has no story; nature is the story.

* * * *
Get the gist.

* * * *
What need for belief? Attend the moment.

* * * *
Vanity is the yoke to which humankind daily harnesses.

* * * *
What is time but a function of memory cells, make-believing perceptions more than a mirage.

* * * *
Forget everything? Easier said than done.

* * * *
Greed is the great unifier.

* * * *
The mind is a harbor of delusion.

* * * *
Another day in the collusion-delusion-illusion.

* * * *
Slicing pies with different lenses.

* * * *
Awareness is all; to give it any name is meaningless.

* * * *
Winning, losing, what is that but vanity in spades.

* * * *
Blood may be thicker than water, but it ain’t that much thicker.

* * * *
Wisdom is the paradise of sages, and the bane of fools.

* * * *
Where is this Me, this Myself, this I, to which imagination is so attached?

* * * *
Where would you be if you had resisted playing out that moment that way?

* * * *
All measurement means squat to the immeasurable.

* * * *
You know the revolution is lost when you hear it playing on an elevator.

* * * *
Every dream a universe unto its Self.

* * * *
Awareness is the sentience; quantum, the vehicle that allows perception.

* * * *
Pretty hard to measure nothing.

* * * *
Desire is ever seeking something to latch onto.

* * * *
Life, gift or curse, you decide.

* * * *
To what ends, what end, will imagination go?

* * * *
Imagination is the rainbow of the mind.

* * * *
Not probable, but possible.

* * * *
Go away.

* * * *
Imagination is the creator of all.

* * * *
Where is the Me, where is the Myself, where is the I, to which you so steadfastly cling?

* * * *
You see an identity; the sage, eternity.

* * * *
You want a better world? Try stopping.

* * * *
Truly content? Lucky you.

* * * *
Who are you without the hunger for more?

* * * *
You do not have to be a genius to know which way the wind blows.

* * * *
Vanity is the operating principle.

* * * *
Who likes a turncoat?

* * * *
You were born once, if that.

* * * *
Forever is a long day.

* * * *
No arguing with physics.

* * * *
Desire is ever fondling its imaginary self.

* * * *
Misery loves company.

* * * *
Another feng shui moment.

 * * * *
 Heed the call.

* * * *
Vanity rules.

* * * *
All you want is naught but illusion.

* * * *
The good news is that the news is not real, never has been, never will be.

* * * *
Cattle lining up in the chute; mayhem and slaughter ahead.

* * * *
No guarantees.

* * * *
Reality never sleeps.

* * * *
The Me, the Myself, the I, is nothing more than the pretend of imagination.

* * * *
The usurpers will use any means to blind you, deceive you, into believing their way true.

* * * *
Why waste your time believing anything? Stand alone, be free.

* * * *
Neither he nor she nor it, the mystery is.

* * * *
You didn't ask to be here, why pray to be staying?

* * * *
Build it, and they will mind.

* * * *
What world will all those children in the day cares and playgrounds live in?

* * * *
What else do you not need?

* * * *
The world of humankind has achieved perfect incoherence.

* * * *
We all have our way.

* * * *
How endless the weavings of imagination.

* * * *
It has always been these modern times.

* * * *
Extrapolate into infinity, or at least as far as you can.

* * * *
Oh, faceless one, what will you leave us this time?

* * * *
Maybe he will want you, maybe she will want you, or you could just get a dog.

* * * *
Let us all sit on the tracks, staring into our screens, as the train bears down upon us.

* * * *
Is it all just words, or have you really owned it?

* * * *
Capitalize nothing.

* * * *
Every mind a universe unto its Self.

* * * *
Knowledge may be power, but ignorance ain’t no slouch.

* * * *
Revere it all, mock it all, no matter.

* * * *
Is anything real and true without the weight of your acquiescence?

* * * *
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off, it’s off, we go.

* * * *
History is chock-full of lies.

* * * *
Wisdom cannot be transmitted; it is earned, not learned.

* * * *
When will you embrace the mystery you are?

* * * *
Despite all you think, you really are quite anonymous.

* * * *
What are you but a consequence of natural selection; naught but a Darwinian dream.

* * * *
There is only one law, and its judge, its jury, its executioner, is nature.

* * * *
What is truth, what is not truth, but a flicker of imagination.

* * * *
What will you be witness to this day?

* * * *
Dogma is for those who cannot stand alone.

* * * *
It can be a good thing for people to face their addiction to entitlement.

* * * *
Do you rush or saunter into the future?

* * * *
What is the mind but a window to now.

* * * *
What matter, matter?

* * * *
There is nothing personal about the impersonal but you.

* * * *
What is calling you right now?

* * * *
How challenging not to judge.

* * * *
It does not have to matter.

* * * *
The human drama is about incessant movement.

* * * *
Looks like the Reaper is somewhere else today.

* * * *
Try not to make promises you neither can nor intend to keep.

* * * *
Quantum is to awareness what clouds are to the sky.

* * * *
The quest for reality, who can tell where it begins, where it ends, or if it is even happening at all.

* * * *
Imagination is the creator of all attachment, and the suffering that results.

* * * *
Habit rules the undiscerning mind.

* * * *
Quantum rock, quantum paper, quantum scissors.

* * * *
Lying to your Self again, eh?

* * * *
Freedom? What bother to have ever believed you were not.

* * * *
It’s a DNA thing.

* * * *
Self-absorption blinds us all, plagues us all.​

* * * *
And what is it you are measuring anyway, but the imagination imagining you?

* * * *
More joy ahead.

* * * *
To travelers, safe journey, happy lives.

* * * *
True friendship is free of conditions, as is true love of the agape variety.

* * * *
So much to look forward to.

* * * *
Let the sun shine in.

* * * *
Performing for an empty theater from an empty stage.

* * * *
Awareness is the only thing one might say exists, and it does not, either.

* * * *
Think, exist.

* * * *
Envision a dystopian future with packs of fanged rat dogs dominating the landscape.

* * * *
Try not to make everything about you.

* * * *
The constraints of language are many and more.

* * * *
Another sad song that ain't that sad.

* * * *
Any obligation to the world, to the other, is your own choice.

* * * *
And the world wags on.

* * * *
Assume nothing, assert nothing.

* * * *
Extinction is really the only remedy to our narcissistic arrogance.

* * * *
Union is awareness, pure and free of all attributes known or otherwise.

* * * *
Snake oil sells.

* * * *
A reflection of the current time.

* * * *
Yoga is ultimately about samadhi, about union with the divine; what’s your yoga?

* * * *
You only think you exist.

* * * *
Your lies will die with you.

* * * *
This cannot be taught: Try not. See, or do not. There is no try.

* * * *
What is any language but layers of history, of culture, interwoven into its ever-changing nature.

* * * *
Three eyes; two for the world, the third for eternity.

* * * *
Yet another story that will not get its telling.

* * * *
What vanity can there be in the eternal timelessness of awareness?

* * * *
Can't stay clean in a muddy stream.

* * * *
The difference between me and you is imaginary.

* * * *
What will the poor and hungry do when they are really poor and hungry?

* * * *
Not going to be pretty, of that we can be sure.

* * * *
There you are.

* * * *
The never-ending story of absurdity infinitum.

​* * * *​
How can the awareness at every point of your ever-changing existence not be the same?

* * * *
There really is no point but for the vanity of imagination.

* * * *
All patterns have been wrought by natural selections beyond counting.

* * * *
The laws of physics can only be broken by imagination.

* * * *
For there to be good science, there must first be a good question.

* * * *
There you go again, thinking your life away; how challenging to savor the given instant.

* * * *
Greed, the insatiable drive for more-more-more, is the source of all addiction.

* * * *
Religion is an opiate for the masses; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
Where are you this fine moment?

* * * *
Let go the many-faced other if you wish to be free.

* * * *
You are never as free as when you are anonymously alone, naught but pure awareness.

* * * *
You are a bubble of consciousness permeated by awareness.

* * * *
There you go again, thinking your life away; how challenging to savor the given instant.

* * * *
Is it true or just something you want to believe?

* * * *
It seemed important then.

* * * *
Greed will out.

* * * *
What memory serves tell is the story within all.

* * * *
Are science and technology and art any more than by-products of politics and war?

* * * *
History is always unfolding the same way any given different day.

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

* * * *
Garçon! Another round of groupthink bullshit, please.

* * * *
Another day of boggling underway.

* * * *
The challenge of time management is having time to manage it.

* * * *
You are not the mind, you are not the body.

* * * *
A waste of time? Or awareness?

* * * *
How likely is it that anyone’s last thoughts will be about you?

* * * *
There you go again, thinking you can somehow make the eternal awareness move any faster or slower.

* * * *
We are all our own version of normal; some more functional than others.

* * * *
Just another of the ceaseless array of boggling inanities in this our world.

* * * *
The freedom of aloneness is the supreme state.

* * * *
You know what you are going to say; why not give it a rest?

* * * *
Try not to get in the way of train wrecks.

* * * *
Tyranny has many faces.

* * * *
What peace, total aloneness.

* * * *
Another in the long and growing list of bothers the future will have to manage without us.​

* * * *
All is true, and nothing, as well.

* * * *
It is really nothing at all.

* * * *
Are you any more real than any man in the moon?

* * * *
Nothing is ever true.

* * * *
Right here, right now, always right here, right now.

* * * *
A mind divided against its Self is but gratuitous commotion.

* * * *
There ain’t no more.

* * * *
You are eternity.

* * * *
Much ado about nothing, indeed.

* * * *
The consequences of being you slowly become self-evident.

* * * *
Do you really know any more than the nature-nurture of your quantum dream allows?

* * * *
Unclench the mind to free up the conditioning; discern the relativity of consciousness.

* * * *
Be content; reward they mind-body with a few deep breaths.

* * * *
The subtlety of subtlety is subtle.

* * * *
As hallowed as any garbage dump deserves to be.

* * * *
The price you pay for the blend of narcissism and hedonism you play is called consciousness.

* * * *
The will to achieve, to become, runs deep in the human psyche.

* * * *
Irreverence is the spice of life.

* * * *
Because it calls you, because it amuses you.

* * * *
An audience of one.

* * * *
The eve of  the next dark age is unfolding.

* * * *
Humankind is but a ceaseless stream of stories destined to be forgotten.

* * * *
In everything, eternity.

* * * *
Creation and destruction are an indivisible dynamic.

* * * *
To be inwardly free, you must let go all the concepts that rule your mind.

* * * *
Proceed as you will.

* * * *
As if you had never seen it so clearly before.

* * * *
Is it about you expanding into eternity, or eternity downsizing into you?

* * * *
Indolence has its peace.

* * * * 
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, tell her lies or she’ll break you.

* * * *
What need for a stage when you are your favorite audience.

* * * *
How can you cling to the timeless awareness when it is but an intangible, ephemeral, thingless state?

* * * *
Sometimes a large wave consumes you, sometimes a small one, fate is like that.

* * * *
Being fully in the moment, what more can you ask, what more can you offer?

* * * *
Is more ever enough for our kind?

* * * *
Discern and be the whole mind, as clear as a sky free of clouds.

* * * *
Every loop has its fate.

* * * *
Is it about free will, or being free of will?

* * * *
To wake up and not incessantly rebuild the loop, that is the daily Sisyphean challenge.

* * * *
Does true Self exist?

* * * *
We are all of the same Monkey; which monkey you choose to play is that which sculpts your fate.

* * * *
What makes you so sure your real name is real?

* * * *
Welcome to Schmuck World.

* * * *
And what was a year, again?

* * * *
The loop you live by is the loop you die by.

* * * *
The scrawl of your signature, what is that, really?

* * * *
When you find you are not paying attention, pay attention to the inattention.

* * * *
So play it well.

* * * *
​ Watch the mind very closely and it will still itself.

* * * *
Attention is the peacemaker.

* * * *
Why would anybody ever fully trust anybody who either wants their dollar or their vote?

* * * *
Change the world? Hah! Good luck with that.

* * * *
The hoity-toity imbibe a false inflation all their own.

* * * *
Are you seriously going to drag all that shit around with you for the rest of your existence?

* * * *
Amuse yourself however you will, it is, after all is said and done, but a dream born of mind.

* * * *
There is no more but what the craving of imagination concocts.

* * * *
Is free will really anything more than self-deception?

* * * *
Life is meditation, at least for some of us.

* * * *
All stars die.

* * * *
So few things matter as to include everything.

* * * *
Claiming this or that, what does it mean, really?

* * * *
This is the only moment that has ever been.

* * * *
We have all played our part, none more important than any other.

* * * *
Law-abiding when it suits you.

* * * *
Does anything get made like it used to?

* * * * 
The road to perdition is paved by many flights of imagination.

* * * *
The mind is ever rebuilding its imaginary universe.

* * * *
Why would it ever matter to the awareness what you do?

* * * *
Everybody’s playing out their version of normal.

* * * *
It went thataway.

* * * *
Suffering is the impetus for Self discovery.

* * * *
How could you have seen it any other way?

* * * *
You are under no obligation to want anything life offers.

* * * *
Time is the enemy.

* * * *
Three thumbs up, three thumb down, what difference, really?

* * * *
Free will is a dubious notion.

* * * *
A little patience can keep you alive.

* * * *
How many zeroes to find that number, large or small?

* * * *
Breath in the peace, the tranquility, the serenity; breathe out the same.

* * * *
What is one more death?

* * * *
Ibidem, forever and a day.

* * * *
We are all the same mystery; be content with that.

* * * *
On saying no to vanity, just do it.

* * * *
Try not to make the mistake of making your imaginary god or gods as vain and petty as you.

* * * *
All them  ghosts sure do love their haunting.

* * * *
Death is the emancipation.

* * * *
The universe is born anew each and every instant, as are you.

* * * *
So many things you do not need to know.

* * * *
Why give your Self over to any speculation?

* * * *
The real you is born and unborn every instant.

* * * *
In the end it will not matter, nor did it from the beginning, either.

* * * *
Hand in hand in all the desire and fear, the loneliness.

* * * *
What an incredibly incremental process natural selection has taken to create all this.

* * * *
It has always been, will ever be, this same awareness timelessly being.

* * * *
In every mind imagination weaves a dream to which it holds until its dying day.

* * * *
What cannot be discerned cannot be destroyed.

* * * *
Always sad when people thing highly of themselves for no substantial reason.

* * * *
You cannot attest to things you do not know.

* * * *
Memories so vague and inaccurate as to not warrant the bother of remembering them.

* * * *
Death will come on a day like any other day.

* * * *
The touch of vanity infects the human genome.

* * * *
What’s your gift?

* * * *
You are your own experiment.

* * * *
The closest humankind will ever get to space travel is science fiction.

* * * *
Why pretend to know what you cannot?

* * * *
The seething greed machine hums away yet another day.

* * * *
Like it or no, we all move on and on and on, until there ain’t no on.

* * * *
Pathetic is the kindest word for it.

* * * *
Power collides.

* * * *
Dreams passing in the night.

* * * *
Catch the irony and paradox when someone says it is all about you.

* * * *
A collusion of consciousness.

* * * *
There it is, what it is.

* * * *
Another day, same old crap.

* * * *
Awareness is what it is; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
.22 bait.

* * * *
How related all differences.

* * * *
What would it be to be a master of detachment?

* * * *
Let go the imaginary universe in your weary head, at least once in awhile.

* * * *
Forget everything? Easier said than done.

* * * *
There are consequences when truth speaks to power.

* * * *
Is this really the best we can do?

* * * *
Shopping is like wandering spider webs.

* * * *
That world no longer exists.

* * * *
You are already dead; just don’t know when or how.

* * * *
Flowers were born to entice; it is a Darwinian strategy.

* * * *
For those forever pursuing the ultimate answer, here it is: There is no answer.

* * * *
Imagination will never find any truth that is not imagery.

* * * *
A busy mind is its own miasma.

* * * *
The issue is not the weapon; the issue is the mind that wields the weapon.​

* * * *
There is no fear in the moment, only in imagination.

* * * *
Madness across the board; the definition of cancer.

* * * *
To not care is to be free.

* * * *
The hunger that never ceases.

* * * *
You know enough to know there is so much more to know, and so much more to not know, as well.

* * * *
As if you have to prove anything to anyone.

* * * *
Philosophers are among Mother Nature’s most indolent, impractical creations.

* * * *
As if anything means anything.

* * * *
What’s any point ever been but imaginary notion.

* * * *
Too bound by tribal notion to discern that which is without affiliation.

* * * *
So many shoulda-coulda-wouldas.

* * * *
It is what you do, not what you say, that counts.

* * * *
The usurpers always find ways to pervert the best intentions with one toll booth or another.

* * * *
What is all knowledge, all experience, but imagination playing itself real.

* * * *
Can you really remember more than traces of perception?

* * * *
Solution? To what?

* * * *
Life is waiting even while you are doing; doing even while you are waiting.

* * * *
The body is every moment never the same; the body is every moment exactly the same.

* * * *
The ever-expanding box.

* * * *
The Earth’s crust will reek of human scar tissue for a long, long time.

* * * *
Imagination will never find and answer that is not imagery.

* * * *
A busy mind is its own miasma.

* * * *
A sloth has more meaning and purpose than a philosopher.

* * * *
Time is an imaginary construct, a collusion to which only humankind religiously adheres.

* * * *
Your universe is as small as it is big.

* * * *
Yet another flight of imagination.

* * * *
It is all one; what more do you want it to be?

* * * *
Still that mind and what have you got.

* * * *
Why waster words of insight on fools whose actions only bring about further disarray?

* * * *
It is up to you to be indivisibly free; nobody else really cares one way or another.

* * * *
Pleasure and pain, one is not without the other.

* * * *
People move on, as do you.

* * * *
More lip service to corruption.

* * * *
Yet another line in the sand.

* * * *
To want more than the moment, is to fear its immediacy.

* * * *
Facades all.

* * * *
It was never about you.

* * * * 
The mortal frame is owned and operated by no one.

* * * *
Recognition is after the fact.

* * * *
Remember what?

* * * *
The only real war is imaginary self versus true Self, and little self must lose to win.

* * * *
Enough education to know better.

* * * *
Did that really happen, or was it just a dream? What difference, really?

* * * *
The moment is instantaneous and true.

* * * *
Big is relative to what?

* * * *
Yet another day of agony and ecstasy underway.

* * * *
Just when you start lulling yourself into believing absurdity cannot possibly get any more absurd …

* * * *
When the entire universe is but a speck in your awareness, you will be you.

* * * *
To see the consequences, the ripples of any action, can be both blessing and curse.

* * * *
It sounded good until it didn’t.

* * * *
There is true Self, and there is imaginary self; which are you right now?

* * * *
Some serve heaven, some hell, some both; states of mind only attachment knows.

* * * *
One day, nothing came knocking; if nothing can knock, that is.

* * * *
Dust knows no bounds.

* * * *
Grappling with existence every day in every conceivable way.

* * * *
There are no happy endings.

* * * *
Never doubt your equality to all.

* * * *
So far beyond turning it around as to make it ludicrous to even bother about it.

* * * *
Nothing is what it seems​.

* * * *
The trick is to not believe your own propaganda.

* * * *
Whistleblowers are often more loyal to the mission than its leaders.

* * * *
How can there be an ending without a beginning?

* * * *
Shades of so it goes.​

* * * *
So much propaganda as to wonder if there is any truth to muster.

* * * *
Yet another non-essential factoid for history to quickly forget.

* * * *
Feminine mystique? More like feminine fallacy.

* * * *
Mind full, mind empty, mind divided, mind united, desire and fear the ties that bind.

* * * *
A different sort of hunger.

* * * *
Life is in the living: timeless, indivisible, immortally ever-present, 

* * * *
Right here, right now.

* * * *
Be they heaven or hell or the purgatory between, all politics are local.

* * * *
Is that what is going ion, or what you imagine is going on?

* * * *
Yet another nuance.

* * * *
Truth stands alone, indivisibly timeless.

* * * *
Turning the inner eye inward, that’s the trick.

* * * *
How quickly a sound bite can sway the mob.

* * * *
Forget yourself before history does.

* * * *
All that desire, all that fear, why cling to it?

* * * *
Even more bad boy, even more bad girl.

* * * *
Pure mind is real mind.

* * * *
Embrace the truth every moment you discern it.

* * * *
Life can be harsh, life can be kind; fate has no preference.

* * * *
Be the awareness, be the attention.

* * * *
Do not confuse who you play with what you are and are not.

* * * *
Neither alive nor dead, you are.

* * * *
No such thing as wasting time; how can you waste that which does not exist.

* * * *
Yesterday and today and tomorrow are all the same future past.

* * * *
What care the sands of time?

* * * *
Truth is a love-hate-embrace-endure relationship.

* * * *
Future-past is in each and every moment as it happens in the awareness of consciousness.

* * * *
Dive into the abyss of aloneness, and know the indelible peace of Self.

* * * *
​Understand and forget … understand and forget … understand and forget … et cetera, et cetera …

* * * *
The future is packs of rat dogs howling at the moon.​

* * * *
Gaia interrupted.

* * * *
No matter how many gazillions of things imagination might imagine, it is still just imagination.

* * * *
Some people get good press.

* * * *
Must we all be obscenely obese before we get a handle on our incessant hunger?

* * * *
The sounds of nature are without peer.

* * * *
Carbs in, carbs out.

* * * *
Leave it to scholars and experts to leave no nuance behind.

* * * *
Free will looking forward, fate looking back.

* * * *
Dangity-bangity.

* * * *
The mind is always hungry for more, more, more.

* * * *
Is anyone really any more than a frame of reference playing its record over and over?

* * * *
Yes, you are terribly, wonderfully, very much all alone.

* * * *
Hooked, lined, and sinkered.

* * * *
In the dark places, the demons rally.

* * * *
You are one of a kind, kiddo, one of a kind, as is everybody and everything else.

* * * *
What is any mind but a reflection of perception.

* * * *
Pretending sentience is not sentience.

* * * *
How many can even more than guess what is coming at them?

* * * *
Unintended consequences are inevitable facets of cause and effect.

* * * *
All your DNA cares about is that you keep it rolling, and if you don't, oh well.


TITLES, TITLES & MORE TITLES


On Being the Unknown

* * * *
Hints of Perception

* * * *
The Quiet Revolution

* * * *
Instinct Slathered With Consciousness

* * * *
Raising the Bar

* * * *
Pronouns of a Lesser God

* * * *
The Pronouns

* * * *
I, Me, You, He, She, They, Them, We, Us

* * * *
God of the Screen

* * * *
Welcome to Zombieworld.

* * * *
Attachment is All

* * * *
The Unknown Is, Well, Unknown

* * * *
The Keyboard Stage

* * * *
What Was Before Before? What Is After After?

* * * *
What Torture Today?

* * * *
What’s Your Flag?

* * * *
Have At It

* * * *
Feel the Grinch

* * * *
Resisting Whoville

* * * *
Name That Flag

* * * *
The Immeasurable Mind

* * * *
A Solitary Dream

* * * *
To Be or Not to Be

* * * *
Cultivate the Unknown

* * * *
Cultivate Wonder

* * * *
Cultivate Bliss

* * * *
The Quantum Screen of Space and Time

* * * *
The Damsel in Distress Syndrome

* * * *
The Tribal Manifesto

* * * *
The Tribal Premise

* * * *
The Tribal Ground

* * * *
The Tribal Assumption

* * * *
The Tribal Thesis

* * * *
On the Hunt

* * * *
Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

* * * *
The Great Peace

* * * *
Live and Learn, Die Anyway

* * * *
The Gray Man

* * * *
The Cradle of Insanity

* * * *
Moving On, Always Moving On

* * * *
The Quantum Mirror

* * * *
The Chicken Coop

* * * *
Like It Never Happened

* * * *
Every Mind A Universe Unto Its Self

* * * *
Zen Do We Go?

* * * *
The Worry! The Worry!

* * * *
The Game is Afoot

* * * *
An Imagined Rendition

* * * *
Breathe!

* * * *
Vice Versa, Versa Vice

* * * *
What Are You Really Saying?

* * * *
A Tribe of One

* * * *
The Prophet of Doom

* * * *
Absurdity Usurped By Madness

* * * *
An Assumed Reality

* * * *
Everyone Has His Reasons

* * * *
Temptations Abound

* * * *
The First and Last Reality

* * * *
Death’s Menagerie

* * * *
Absolutely Seamlesss

* * * *
Hakuna Matata

* * * *
The Tribeless Wander

* * * *
The Next Level

* * * *
The Habit of Identity

* * * *
Basking in Irony and Paradox

* * * *
What Do the Fates Have in Store Today?

* * * *
Seriously, Folks

* * * *
A Collection of Perceptions

* * * *
Prior to Absurdity

* * * *
The Death of Innocence

* * * *
The Ramblings of a Mind Gone Rogue

* * * *
Save Your Self

* * * *
Loyal to All and One

* * * *
In This Universe, But Not Of It

* * * *
My Two Cents, And Worth That Much

* * * *
Greed, The Great Unifier

* * * *
Full Yet?

* * * *
The Collusion Delusion Illusion

* * * *
Slicing the Pie

* * * *
Different Lenses

* * * *
The Immaculate Awareness

* * * *
Sleepwalker

* * * *
Sleepwalkers Anonymous

* * * *
The Natural Science Thing

* * * *
The Biology Thing

* * * *
The Chemistry Thing

* * * *
The Physics Thing

* * * *
The Quantum Thing

* * * *
The Harbor of Delusion

* * * *
Get the Gist

* * * *
The Daily Yoke

* * * *
Wisdom is the Paradise of Sages

* * * *
Wisdom is the Bane of Fools

* * * *
The Covetous Spirit

* * * *
The Prideful Spirit

* * * *
The Envious Spirit

* * * *
The Gluttonous Spirit

* * * *
The Lustful Spirit

* * * *
The Wrathful Spirit

* * * *
The Greedy Spirit

* * * *
The Slothful Spirit

* * * *
In the Midst of Hell, Wander Heaven

* * * *
No Answer is the Answer

* * * *
Accept Nothing

* * * *
Mother Nature is Not a Drama Queen

* * * *
Shade of Subtlety

* * * *
The Sensory Play

* * * *
The Stillness Before All Storms

* * * *
Ignorance and Knowledge: The Dance

* * * *
The Absurdity of Humankind

* * * *
The Absurdity of Consciousness

* * * *
The Absurdity of Measurement

* * * *
The Absurdity of Everything

* * * *
Nothing Happens

* * * *
Those Feng Shui Moments

* * * *
On and On and On

* * * *
Again and Again and Again

* * * *
Go Away

* * * *
The Spectrum of Rationality

* * * *
The Spectrum of Insanity

* * * *
The Spectrum of Absurdity

* * * *
Vanity Rules

* * * *
Imaginations’s Rainbow

* * * *
The Me, The Myself, The I

* * * *
Where Odds End

* * * *
Hard to Measure Nothing

* * * *
No World for Old Men

* * * *
Life: Gift or Curse, You Decide

* * * *
No Guarantees

* * * *
Vanity, The Operating Principle

* * * *
Who Likes a Traitor?

* * * *
Forever is a Long Day

* * * *
Misery Loves Company

* * * *
The Timeless Hollow

* * * *
Truly Content? Lucky You

* * * *
Reality Never Sleeps

* * * *
Heed the Call

* * * *
Another Story, Ho-Hum

* * * *
The Game of Enticement

* * * *
The Garden of Enticement

* * * *
The Beginning’s End

* * * *
The End’s Beginning

* * * *
Et Cetera Ad Infinitum

* * * *
It Is a Quantum Thing

* * * *
Wisdom is Earned, Not Learned

* * * *
Bitter Medicine For What Ails Us All

* * * *
Now Springs Eternal

* * * *
The Grand Delusion

* * * *
Ignorance Compounded Daily

* * * *
Oh, Faceless One

* * * *
More Is Less, Less Is More

* * * *
No Boubt Adout It

* * * *
We All Have Our Way

* * * *
Secular Spiritualism

* * * *
The Dreams of Stardust

* * * *
Yet Another Meme

* * * *
The Same Voice Behind Every Mask

* * * *
Take It For What It Is

* * * *
Revere It All, Mock It All, No Matter

* * * *
The Way, It Is

* * * *
The Last Story

* * * *
The Daily Pilgrimage

* * * *
So Well

* * * *
The Finite Nature of Everything

* * * *
The Infinite Nature of Everything

* * * *
Dittoheads Rule

* * * *
The Way is Within

* * * *
Anything Can Be Usurped

* * * *
Physician, Heal Thy Mind

* * * *
Every Mind A Universe Unto Its Self

* * * *
The Given Dream

* * * *
Heigh-Ho, Heigh-Ho, It’s Off, It’s Off, We Go

* * * *
The Daily Record

* * * *
Vectors, Mass, Velocity

* * * *
Natural Science 101

* * * *
Biology 101

* * * *
Chemistry 101

* * * *
Physics 101

* * * *
101 Everything

* * * *
The 101’s of Natural Science, Biology, Chemistry, and Physics

* * * *
Capitalize Nothing

* * * *
What to Witness This Day?

* * * *
In the Bream, But Not of It

* * * *
What Is Calling You Right Now?

* * * *
It Is But a Darwinian Dream

* * * *
It is But a Dream of Natural Selection

* * * *
A Brief While

* * * *
Immortal Beast

 * * * *
What Matter, Matter?

* * * *
A Window to Now

* * * *
Dazed and Bemused

* * * *
A World of Hurt

* * * *
Attributes for the Attributeless

* * * *
Bait and Switch

* * * *
The Starduster Mind

* * * *
There You Go Again

* * * *
Post-Traumatic Gluttony Disorder

* * * *
Shadows of a Different Wind

* * * *
The Bed of Coals

* * * *
All That Imaginary Weight, Gone

* * * *
There is Nothing to Know

* * * *
Lying to Your Self Again, Eh?

* * * *
Until the Nap Strikes ZZZ

* * * *
It’s a DNA Thing

* * * *
Learners At Large

* * * *
What’s Your Yoga?

* * * *
The Great Silence

* * * *
Mystery Reconciled

* * * *
Nowhere to Hide

* * * *
Rock Paper Scissors

* * * *
Roshambo

* * * *
It’s All About Us

* * * *
And the World Wags On

* * * *
The Imagination Imagining You

* * * *
More Joy Ahead

* * * *
So Much To Look Forward To

* * * *
Let the Sun Shine In

* * * *
Snake Oil Sells

* * * *
A Reflection of the Current Time

* * * *
You Only Think You Exist

* * * *
Think, Exist

* * * *
Assume Nothing, Assert Nothing

* * * *
Your Lies Will Die With You

* * * *
Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

* * * *
This Cannot Be Taught

* * * *
The Consequences of Nothing

* * * *
There You Are

* * * *
The Brevity of Existence

* * * *
The Ephemeral Wake

* * * *
A Quantum Medley

* * * *
Just Another Pretender

* * * *
The Telling

* * * *
The Great Unraveling

* * * *
There Is No Try

* * * *
Close Encounters of the Gray Matter Kind

* * * *
The Motions of Habit

* * * *
Truth Beyond the Known

* * * *
Can't Stay Clean in a Muddy Stream

* * * *
You Are Your Own Normal

* * * *
Witness to a Quantum Dream

* * * *
It Seemed Important Then

* * * *
The Needy Games

* * * *
The Expiration Date

* * * *
Greed Will Out

* * * *
Where Are You This Fine Moment?

* * * *
You Are Not the Mind

* * * *
You Are Not the Body

* * * *
A Different Day

* * * *
A Different Life

* * * *
A Different Form

* * * *
A Different World

* * * *
A Different Universe

* * * *
A Different Place

* * * *
A Different Face

* * * *
Another Day

* * * *
Another Life

* * * *
Another Form

* * * *
Another World

* * * *
Another Universe

* * * *
Another Place

* * * *
Another Face

* * * *
Same Old Crap

* * * *
Perspective is All

* * * *
The Savage Dick

* * * *
A Dying Planet

* * * *
Diary of a Mind

* * * *
Diary of a Hitman

* * * *
The Many-Faced Other

* * * *
The Almighty Paycheck

* * * *
Grit & Gumption

* * * *
The Great Knowing

* * * *
The Great Unknowing

* * * *
Tyranny Has Many Faces

* * * *
Nothing Is Ever True

* * * *
Every Loop Has Its Day

* * * *
All Is True

* * * *
Nothing Is True

* * * *
That Be the Truth

* * * *
Fantasy and Friction

* * * *
It Is Really Nothing At All

* * * *
Just Passing Time

* * * *
The Consequences of Being You

* * * *
Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

* * * *
You Are Eternity

* * * *
The Soothsayer’s Lot

* * * *
Driftabout

* * * *
There Ain’t No More

* * * *
Proceed As You Will

* * * *
An Audience of One

* * * *
Indolence Has Its Peace

* * * *
The Next Dark Age

* * * *
​The Seven-Per-Cent Solution

* * * *
The Hallowed Garbage Dump

* * * *
Because It Calls You

* * * *
The Empty Stage

* * * *
Nary a Thought

* * * *
The Thorny Crown

* * * *
The Wizened Brow

* * * *
Because It Amuses You

* * * *
Irreverence, The Spice of Life

* * * *
Anarchy, The Final Frontier

* * * *
The Dick Wars​

* * * *
The Monkey Fist Mind

* * * *
Ask Me If I Care

* * * *
What Need for a Stage?

* * * *
The Vat of Antiquity

* * * *
Does True Self Exist?

* * * *
The Path That Quantum Built

* * * *
Attention is the Peacemaker

* * * *
The Remorseless Fates

* * * *
The Art of the Scar

* * * *
The Cosmic Sunroom

* * * *
Whatever Reality Is

* * * *
The Personal Journey

* * * *
The Impersonal Journey

* * * *
PC Madness

* * * *
Every Loop Has Its Fate

* * * *
So Play It Well

* * * *
Buddha and the Hitman

* * * *
Loopity Loop

* * * *
Welcome to Schmuck World

* * * *
The Pharaoh Experiment

* * * *
And What Was A Year, Again?

* * * *
Death is the Emancipation

* * * *
The Road to Perdition

* * * *
Taking Power by the Throat

* * * *
Get Over Yourselves, Please

* * * *
It Went Thataway

* * * *
Too Late

* * * *
The Winds of Time

* * * *
All Stars Die

* * * *
Time is the Enemy

* * * *
A Serial Plinker

* * * *
On Saying Yes

* * * *
On Saying No

* * * *
On Saying Maybe

* * * *
Born Anew Every Instant

* * * *
The Loop

* * * *
Free Will, A Dubious Notion

* * * *
Nothing More, Nothing Less, Nothing But 

* * * *
You Are Your Own Experiment

* * * *
Letter to the Editor

* * * *
The Seething Greed Machine

* * * *
Pluses and Minuses

* * * *
.22 Bait

* * * *
The Touch of Vanity

* * * *
Wandering Spider Webs

* * * *
Power Collides

* * * *
Pathetic is the Kindest Word for It

* * * *
Once in Awhile

* * * *
The Transparency You Present

* * * *
Rich Man’s Life on a Dime

* * * *
A Collusion of Consciousness

* * * *
What’s Your Gift?

* * * *
A Plebeian, King of No Other

* * * *
The Dark Side Ain’t Dark to Me

* * * *
Dreams Passing in the Night

* * * *
The Way of the Buffet

* * * *
The Schizophrenia of Consciousness

* * * *
That World No Longer Exists

* * * *
Ask Me No Questions And I'll Tell You No Lies

* * * *
Because It Sounds Good

* * * *
It Sounded Good at the Time

* * * *
The Articulation

* * * *
Solution? To What?

* * * *
Words and Deeds

* * * *
Everybody’s Trippin’

* * * *
As If Anything Means Anything

* * * *
The Ever-Expanding Box

* * * *
The Hunger That Never Ceases

* * * *
The Ever-Hungry Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Hungry Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Prideful Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Envious Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Gluttonous Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Lustful Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Wrathful Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Greedy Mind

* * * *
The Ever-Slothful Mind

* * * *
Quantum Chaos, Quantum Order

* * * *
The Loss of Innocence

* * * *
Lip Service to Corruption

* * * *
Midas Rules

* * * *
Remember What?

* * * *
No Name Mystery

* * * *
The Fine Line

* * * *
The Game Changer

* * * *
Enough Education to Know Better

* * * *
Facades All

* * * *
Ground Zero

* * * *
Quantum Dividelessnes

* * * *
The Great Dismantling

* * * *
Yet Another Line in the Sand

* * * *
It Was Never About You

* * * *
Right Here, Right Now

* * * *
Life Can Be Kind

* * * *
Life Can Be Harsh

* * * *
Feminine Mystique, Feminine Fallacy

* * * *
No Happy Endings

* * * *
All Religion is Heresy

* * * *
Contentment is Priceless

* * * *
The Indivisible Way

* * * *
Grappling with Existence

* * * *
Pure Mind, Real Mind

* * * *
The Tsunamis of Time

* * * *
Fate Has No Preference

* * * *
The Great Allness

* * * *
Nothing Is What It Seems​

* * * *
Shades of So It Goes.

* * * *
Every Conceivable Way

* * * *
The Feminine Fallacy

* * * *
Dark, Too Dark to See

* * * *
The Sands of Time

* * * *
From First Breath to Last

* * * *
The Great Clarifying

* * * *
A Different Sort of Hunger

* * * *
Dust Knows No Bounds

* * * *
How Quickly a Soundbite Can Sway the Mob

* * * *
Yet Another Nuance

* * * *
Life is in the Living

* * * *
Gaia Interrupted

* * * *
Ironic Sorrow, Ironic Joy

* * * *
Prone to Delusion

* * * *
In The Dark Places, The Demons Rally

* * * *
Engaged in a Dream

* * * *
Dangity-Bangity

* * * *
Hooked, Lined, and Sinkered

* * * *
Quantum Mist

* * * *
Carbs In, Carbs Out

* * * *
The Sounds of Nature

* * * *
Ironic Joy

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Not Concrete At All

* * * *
Free Will Looking Forward, Fate Looking Back

* * * *
The Every Moment of Future-Past

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The Mind is Always Hungry for More


COROLLARIES


The True Believer:
Trust God
Yaj Ekim’s Corollory:
Yeah, to slowly, painfully, twist-and-turnfully, grind you back into oblivion.


POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS


Only too happy to let it all go

* * * *
More was no longer necessary anyway

* * * *
Neither alive nor dead, I Am


BREADCRUMBS


Believe me, there is no expectation herein that anything in the human drama will change.
I am just reflecting on whatever comes to mind, posing a wide melee of thoughts.
I hold out little hope that our cancerous species is even remotely capable
Of reigning in its passionate mind and myriad instinctual drives.
My predictions for the future are not in any way optimistic.
More of the same-old-same-old is more than a little probable,
But only for as long as Mother Nature condescends our existence.

* * * *
My mistake that I took the light in your eye to be intelligence.

* * * *
Another voice echoing in the tumultuous crowd.

* * * *
My stage is the keyboard

* * * *
Feeling the Grinch; resisting wandering through Whoville.

* * * *
It will not put the fire out, but it might help quench a few parched throats.

* * * *
Yet another reason why I need to find a cave and never pretend to be a human being again.

* * * *
The inevitable oil crash may well be the kickoff to tumultuous waves of famine
That will bring this unsustainable human spectacle to its knees.
After the initial hysteria and chaos moderates,
Thoughts such as these
May receive a bit more attention.
But then again, it is more than a little likely
That this haggard paradigm will adapt to the new scale,
And carry on in the same oafish, no-win pattern that it always has.

* * * *
Never completely trained to do the right thing,
Ergo every variety of gray-man adventure played.

* * * *
A walking-talking ironic paradox.

* * * *
A good friend, Roland, suggest writing poetry.
A small town newspaper stint established the discipline
To wander around, notebook in hand, observing, questioning.
Merritt, another friend, said I should write it down,
And somewhere in the many adventures,
The reflections began spilling
From mind to paper.
As Lee said,
Who would have thunk it.

* * * *
Not necessarily meant to be read in one or three sittings by all but the most obsessed.

* * * *
Setting things right is an arduous task.

* * * *
Who better to take this life than yours truly.

* * * *
Basking in irony and paradox.

* * * *
This work has been supported by a variety of day jobs, and night ones, too.
So no worries about it ever being monetized by anyone, anywhere, anytime.

* * * *
Loyal to all and one.

* * * *.
Through randomness, happenchance, serendipity,
The rare audience for these reflections is stumbled upon.
One never knows for whom these thoughts will toll.

* * * *
The ramblings of a mind gone rogue.

* * * *
The prophet of doom may finally be worth heeding.

* * * *
A certain amount of arrogance is required to write such things.

* * * *
Just a watcher, anymore, but never lose much if any sleep over it.
More about being continually astounded, boggled, actually,
That such a avaricious, hedonistic, narcissistic species
Has survived and thrived for as long as it has.

* * * *
Of the scribe, it can be said: He came, he saw, he wrote.

* * * *
What a timeless enterprise this has been.

* * * *
Taking the debate to a whole new level.

* * * *
What am I really saying?

* * * *
If there is some sort of personal deity, as so many incline to believe,
Then, pray tell, answer me this: Where did he/she/it/whatever come from?
Granted, this quantum mystery had to begin somehow, sometime, somewhere,
But some Santa-Claus-heaven-hell fiction does not slice the mustard.
And do not get me started on the alien speculation advocates.
This orb is a garden enough to do it on its own.

* * * *
My kind of fun.

* * * *
How draining all the tortures this body endures.
Pleasure anymore has become the absence of pain.

* * * *
So much stuff that I will never use again,
But alas, I am a material boy turned hoarder.

* * * *
Finally got my fill.

* * * *
I don’t do commandments; no mindless followers in my camp.
Why in any god’s name would anyone ever want to be a dittohead?

* * * *
So many words for an unseen audience, who will likely never even begin to read them.
Ah well, it has been quite a process; there are many lesser ways to wander the time.

* * * *
The point and purpose of these way more than too many babblings
Is to inoculate all with the seed of doubt, the key to awakening.

* * * *
Reborn, again, sigh.

* * * *
Arrogance in its most indivisible vision.

* * * *
On the whole, Jesus, at only 33, got out of it
With a lot less suffering than those many
Who endure a much longer existence.

* * * *
Disclaimer: All that has been written herein may be wrong.
Duality may well be the fundamental reality of it all.
And maybe you will someday decide to become a Christian,
Or a Muslim, or a Jew, or a Buddhist, or a Taoist, or a whatever.
So many flavors; hard to pick just one, and what if you choose wrong?

* * * *
Ha, ha, good joke, Mister Michael, you make me laugh plenty much.

* * * *
The same conversations every day; old is as old does.

* * * *
Have I written anything exactly this way before,
Or is this just slightly nuanced enough
So as to be absolutely unique
In its own special way?
As the photographer knows
Every photograph s/he has ever taken,
It seems just so with this aphoristic compendium.
And still the font flows with thoughts anew.

* * * *
What a journey this life has been.
And as has ever been true,
There is really no telling
Exactly what will happen next.

* * * *
These many thoughts merely point out what seems obvious to these eyes.
What outcome they may, or likely will not serve in bringing about,
Are the choices of consciousness that play out in every mind.

* * * *
You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.

 * * * *
Over thirty years of babble; please excuse the repetition.

* * * *
May be right, may be wrong, no boubt adout it.

* * * *
A relatively anonymous enterprise
That likely will never be known in any meaningful way.
So be it, 'twas a good run all the same.

* * * *
El maestro de nada.

* * * *
An unfinished work, until that last wheezing breath.

* * * *
Bone weary.

* * * *
Bitter medicine for what ails us all.

* * * *
These many thoughts are for those who survive the fall.

* * * *
An interjection into history's unfolding.

* * * *
I'm so sorry.
You were right, I was wrong.
It won't happen again.
Please don't hate me.
Please forgive me.
You're beautiful.
I love you.

* * * *
Old enough to know better than to wish for another lifetime.

* * * *
A herald of eternity disentangling the mystery for all who would clearly see.

* * * *
Merely pointing out the obvious
To those discerning and courageous enough
To see the truth of it for themselves.

* * * *
Yes, I probably should be interested, but alas, I just cannot summon more than a yawn.

* * * *
Yet another day in this very annoying body.

* * * *
How we are not already extinct is beyond me.

​* * * *
Having for all practical purposes written off the human species,
I really should cease and desist from further commentary,
But no, I blather on and on, basking in the play of wit,
Such as it is in this temporal gray-matter dream.
It is, indeed, a waste of time, but what else is time for?

* * * *
It is my preference to make each day up as it timelessly kaleidoscopes,
Not always referencing concocted ideals for fear of sundry judgments.

* * * *
Guaranteed, I have many less important things to do.

* * * *
Doubt I would have made much of a spy or prisoner of war.
Count on me to sing like a bird if it will deflect the maw of pain.

* * * *​
Just shake my head at anyone who ​truly ​believes
Humankind will ever get off this planet in any meaningful way.
And what is the friggin' point of colonies on the Moon or Mars or anywhere else,
That will be unsustainable without absurdly expensive supply chains?
And with all the dominos a-quivering on this dying planet,
How will anything even get off the ground?
The absurdity is boggling.

​* * * *
This life force, this spirit, older than the stars, younger than the moment,
Has been entertained by so many adventures, so many narratives, so many wits.
How exceedingly satisfied, how remarkably blessed I am to have been me.

* * * *
I call it aloneliness, and it be one of my favoritest things to be.

* * * *
All this articulation means nothing, changes nothing, the Fates are at the wheel.

* * * *
The daze on the calendar tick off one after another.
Occasionally I wonder which one will belong to the Reaper.
However, let me put it this way: I am not losing any sleep over it.

* * * *
Yet another cad.

* * * *
Yet another in the long and growing list of bothers the future will have to manage without me.​

* * * *
Yes, it is possible that I have it all wrong.
It is possible that by the time you peruse this,
I will be unhappily roasting in the inferno of Hades.
Not likely, by my estimate, but it is possible.

* * * *
Irreverence is the spice of life.

* * * *
Ask me if I care.

* * * *
What need for a stage when you are your favorite audience?

* * * *
Change the world? Hah! Good luck with that.

* * * *
What do you mean I can’t take it with me?

* * * *
If there is some sort of plan to all this, it is well beyond my pay grade.

* * * *
Life is meditation, at least for some of us.

* * * *
I have absolutely no interest
In being placed on some absurd pedestal,
Only to be dragged down by some small-minded mob.

* * * *
Not interested in creating anything organized or otherwise;
Only laying bare the reality of the quantum dream all endure.

* * * *
​ Law-abiding when it suits me.

* * * *
A Serial Plinker

* * * *
Am so over being a human being; I would never voluntarily do this again.​

* * * *
Only rarely are women enticing after they let you catch them.
All that mystique is a façade of the Darwinian natural selection kind.

* * * *
I am a liar, I am a cheat, I am a thief, and I plot murder and mayhem daily.
That said, hypocrisy and pretentiousness are not strangers at the table, either.

* * * *
No power, no fame, no fortune, no bother.
A peasant, a plebeian, pure and simple and free.
Watching the cabaret as only no other can.

* * * *
The things so many think important, I just don’t understand.

* * * *
Know too much history to bother fighting its unfolding.

* * * *
A plebeian, king of no other.

* * * *
Even if these thoughts had been penned thousands of years ago, it would have made no difference.
The innate predispositions of pride and envy and gluttony and lust and wrath and greed and sloth
Are far too resilient for the human species to have played it out differently in any significant way.

* * * *
Probably could have done a lot of things that matter even less that what I did.

* * * *
Because it sounds good, that’s why.

* * * *
Don’t need to know; don’t need to care.

* * * *
For an audience with the eyes to see and the ears to hear.

* * * *
So many shoulda-coulda-wouldas.

* * * *
Found out that last bug I squashed was God,
Which assuaged my guilt somewhat.
If I had known beforehand,
I might have taken more time.

* * * *
Have done far too many foolish things to warrant any great title.

* * * *
It sounded good at the time.

* * * *
So many things to care about, and I just don’t want to anymore.

* * * *
You can bet if I had a billion dollars in the piggy bank
That I would pretty much be doing what I am already doing.
Wealth is a state of mind; it does not require a massive pile of gold.

* * * *
My contribution to the esoteric mix.

* * * *
Obituaries are not something about which I bother tracking.
Everyone is assumed dead unless I see proof of life,
And then only while the moment lasts.

* * * *
When it comes to dealing with the mystery of existence,
History seems to have dished up every possible delusion imaginable.
These many thoughts are for those whose only real hunger
Is to discern the truth of it for themselves.

* * * *
An everyday affair of heart and mind played out by a body dallying in time.

* * * *
Yes, among the many advantages of word processing,
The dictionary, thesaurus, and spell-check rank high.

* * * *
Another transcendent moment articulated.

* * * *
A gift for a world without a future.

* * * *
Many far more articulate philosopher-mystics out there than I, to be sure.

* * * *
Oh, duality, release me from thy clutches.

* * * *
Grappling with existence every day in every conceivable way.

* * * *
It is tiring when I do it, and even more so when you do.

* * * *
Did I write these many thoughts?
Or did they inscribe themselves through me?
Another uninspiring example of don’t-know-don’t-care.
It just be a diversion, something that passes a portion of the dream.

* * * *
I am forgetting myself long before history will.

* * * *
A vehicle on a journey through hell and heaven and every purgatory between.

* * * *
What I have to teach cannot be taught; it is a fate to which few feel called.

* * * *
All these thoughts will change nothing; so pointless that I keep putting them out there anyway.

* * * *
Not a skillset that I have ever contemplated, much less been inspired to learn.

* * * *
Lacking any particular agenda in this existence,
I just sort of took on whatever adventures, exotic to mundane,
That life offered in the unfolding happenstance.

* * * *
I really prefer my own thoughts to those of any other.

* * * *
Not a dittohead.

* * * *
How to be as lazy as possible, without being too lazy.

* * * *
I may be too old for you, but you ain’t too young for me.

* * * *
Just as small-mindedly parochial as everybody else.

* * * *
I’d put a bullet in my head before I’d mount that look.

* * * *
How did I offend thee? Let me mend the ways.


CONVERSATIONS


DEFINITIONS


agape 1 | əˈɡāp |
adjective [predicative]

(of the mouth) wide open, especially with surprise or wonder:
Downes listened, mouth agape with incredulity.

agape 2 | äˈɡäˌpā, ˈaɡəpā |
noun Theology

Christian love, especially as distinct from erotic love or emotional affection.

•  a communal meal in token of Christian fellowship,
as held by early Christians in commemoration of the Last Supper.

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apologist | əˈpäləjəst |
noun

a person who offers an argument in defense of something controversial:
an enthusiastic apologist for fascism in the 1920s.

one of Eisenhower's better-known apologists:
defender, supporter, upholder, advocate, proponent, exponent, propagandist,
champion, campaigner; informal cheerleader.
ANTONYMS  critic.

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assumption | əˈsəm(p)SH(ə)n |
noun

1 a thing that is accepted as true or as certain to happen, without proof:
they made certain assumptions about the market |

[with clause] : we're working on the assumption that the time of death was after midnight.

2 the action of taking or beginning to take power or responsibility:
the assumption of an active role in regional settlements.

3  (Assumption) the reception of the Virgin Mary bodily into heaven.
This was formally declared a doctrine of the Roman Catholic Church in 1950.
See also Dormition.

•  the feast in honor of this, celebrated on August 15.

4  archaic arrogance or presumption.

1  an informed assumption: supposition, presumption, belief, expectation, conjecture, speculation,
surmise, guess, premise, hypothesis; conclusion, deduction, inference;
rare illation, notion, impression.

2  the assumption of power by revolutionaries: seizure, arrogation, appropriation,
expropriation, commandeering, confiscation, hijacking, wresting.

3  the early assumption of community obligation:
acceptance, shouldering, tackling, undertaking.

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culture | ˈkəlCHər |

noun

1  the arts and other manifestations of human intellectual achievement regarded collectively:
20th century popular culture.

•  a refined understanding or appreciation of culture: men of culture.

2  the customs, arts, social institutions, and achievements
of a particular nation, people, or other social group:
Caribbean culture | people from many different cultures.

•  [with modifier] the attitudes and behavior characteristic of a particular social group:
the emerging drug culture.

3  Biology the cultivation of bacteria, tissue cells, etc.
in an artificial medium containing nutrients:
the cells proliferate readily in culture.

•  a preparation of cells obtained from a culture:
the bacterium was isolated in two blood cultures.

4  the cultivation of plants: this variety of lettuce is popular for its ease of culture.

verb [with object] Biology

maintain (tissue cells, bacteria, etc.) in conditions suitable for growth.

1  exposing their children to culture: the arts, the humanities, intellectual achievement; literature, music, painting, philosophy, the performing arts.

2  a man of culture: intellectual/artistic awareness, education, cultivation, enlightenment,
discernment, discrimination, good taste, taste, refinement, polish, sophistication.

3  Afro-Caribbean culture: civilization, society, way of life,
lifestyle; customs, traditions, heritage, habits, ways, mores, values.

4  the culture of crops: cultivation, farming; agriculture, husbandry, agronomy.

Quote: Culture may even be described simply as that which makes life worth living.
T. S. Eliot Notes Towards a Definition of Culture (1948)

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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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evolution | ˌiːvəˈluːʃ(ə)n, ˈɛvəluːʃ(ə)n |
noun

1  the evolution of language: development, advancement, growth, rise,
progress, expansion, unfolding; transformation, adaptation, modification, revision.

2  his interest in evolution: Darwinism, natural selection.

The idea of organic evolution was proposed by some ancient Greek thinkers but was long rejected in
Europe as contrary to the literal interpretation of the Bible. Lamarck proposed a theory that organisms
became transformed by their efforts to respond to the demands of their environment. Lyell demonstrated
that geological deposits were the cumulative product of slow processes over vast ages. This helped Darwin
towards a theory of gradual evolution over a long period by the natural selection of those varieties of an
organism slightly better adapted to the environment and hence more likely to produce descendants.
Combined with the later discoveries of the cellular and molecular basis of genetics, Darwin's theory of
evolution has, with some modification, become the dominant unifying concept of modern biology.

A reflection by Joshua Ferris: Evolution implies in its most fundamental form an organism’s natural
progression over the course of time, either by accident or by adaption. This is quite different from
how Darwinism has come to be used, to the point that I would argue they are not really relatable. In
its most fundamental form, Darwinism implies a cutthroat competition among any two things to guarantee
the survival of the fittest. While an organism may evolve over time by means of some natural and self
sustaining mechanism, something locked in Darwinian struggle prevails over its terrestrial competition
through shrewd, violent, and/or unnatural means. The difference has implications for certain judgments
moral, scientific, and metaphysical—we make about the world. Darwinism frequently implies an agent,
usually a human one, aggressively seeking to triumph, while evolution is a process typically but not
always correctly assumed to be beneficial but godless, lacking an agent. Those who might readily
encourage a Darwinian wrestling match might be expected to dismiss evolution out of hand.
(The senator from Kansasengaged in a Darwinian campaign to keep evolution out of the schools.)

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Epicureanism | ˌepəkyəˈrēəˌnizəm, ˌepəˈkyo͝orēəˌnizəm |
| ˌepəkyəˈrēəˌnizəm, ˌepəˈkyo͝orēəˌnizəm |
noun

an ancient school of philosophy founded in Athens by Epicurus.
The school rejected determinism and advocated hedonism (pleasure as the highest good),
but of a restrained kind: mental pleasure was regarded more highly than physical,
and the ultimate pleasure was held to be freedom from anxiety and mental pain,
especially that arising from needless fear of death and of the gods.

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epiphany | əˈpifənē |
noun (plural epiphanies) (also Epiphany)

the manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles as represented by the Magi (Matthew 2:1–12).

•  the festival commemorating the Epiphany on January 6.

•  a manifestation of a divine or supernatural being.

•  a moment of sudden revelation or insight.

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lyrical | ˈlirik(ə)l |
adjective

1  (of literature, art, or music) expressing the writer's emotions
in an imaginative and beautiful way:
the poet's combination of lyrical and descriptive power.

•  (of poetry or a poet) lyric: Wordsworth's Lyrical Ballads.

2  relating to the words of a popular song: the lyrical content of his songs.

1  lyrical love poetry: expressive, emotional, deeply felt, personal, subjective, passionate, lyric.

2  she was lyrical about her success:
enthusiastic, rhapsodic, effusive, rapturous, ecstatic, euphoric, carried away.
ANTONYMS  unenthusiastic.

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monotheism | ˈmänōˌTHēizəm |
noun

the doctrine or belief that there is only one God.

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mystic | ˈmistik |

noun

a person who seeks by contemplation and self-surrender
to obtain unity with or absorption into the Deity or the absolute,
or who believes in the spiritual apprehension of truths that are beyond the intellect.

adjective

another term for mystical.

1  a mystic experience:
spiritual, religious, transcendental, paranormal, otherworldly, supernatural, occult, metaphysical.

2  mystic rites:
symbolic, symbolical, allegorical, representational, metaphorical.

3  a figure of mystical significance:
cryptic, concealed, hidden, abstruse, arcane, esoteric, inscrutable, inexplicable,
unfathomable, mysterious, secret, enigmatic.

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natural selection |ˈnaCH(ə)rəl səˈlekSH(ə)n |

(evolutionary theory) A process by which heritable traits
conferring survival and reproductive advantage to individuals, or related individuals,
tend to be passed on to succeeding generations and become more frequent in a population,
whereas other less favorable traits tend to become eliminated;
the differential survival and reproduction of phenotypes.

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pantheism | ˈpanTHēˌizəm |
noun

1  a doctrine which identifies God with the universe, or regards the universe as a manifestation of God.

2  worship that admits or tolerates all gods.

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prophet | ˈpräfət |
noun

1  a person regarded as an inspired teacher or proclaimer of the will of God:
the Old Testament prophet, Jeremiah.

•  (the Prophet) (among Muslims) Muhammad.

•  (the Prophet) (among Mormons) Joseph Smith or one of his successors.

•  a person who advocates or speaks in a visionary way about a new belief, cause, or theory:
a prophet of radical individualism.

•  a person who makes or claims to be able to make predictions:
the anti-technology prophets of doom.

2  (the Prophets) (in Christian use) the books of Isaiah, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, Daniel,
and the twelve minor prophets.

•  (in Jewish use) one of the three canonical divisions of the Hebrew Bible,
distinguished from the Law and the Hagiographa, and comprising the books of Joshua, Judges, Samuel, Kings, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, Isaiah, and the twelve minor prophets.

the queen was disturbed by the prophet's interpretation of her dreams:
seer, soothsayer, fortune teller, clairvoyant, diviner; oracle, augur, sibyl.

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relationship | rəˈlāSH(ə)nˌSHip |
noun

the way in which two or more concepts, objects, or people are connected,
or the state of being connected:
the study will assess the relationship between unemployment and political attitudes.

•  the state of being connected by blood or marriage:
they can trace their relationship to a common ancestor.

•  the way in which two or more people or organizations regard and behave toward each other:
the landlord–tenant relationship | she was proud of her good relationship with the staff.

•  an emotional and sexual association between two people:
she has a daughter from a previous relationship.

1  the relationship between diet and diabetes:
connection, relation, association, link, correlation, correspondence,
parallel, alliance, bond, interrelation, interconnection.

2  evidence of their relationship to Buffalo Bill Cody:
family ties, family connections, blood ties, blood relationship, kinship,
affinity, consanguinity, common ancestry, common lineage.

3  the end of their relationship:
romance, (love) affair, love, liaison, amour, partnership;
informal bromance.

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sentient | ˈsen(t)SH(ē)ənt |
adjective

able to perceive or feel things:
she had been instructed from birth in the equality of all sentient life forms.

any sentient creature should have the good sense to avoid something so dangerous:
(capable of) feeling, living, live; conscious, aware, responsive, reactive.

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stoicism | ˈstōəˌsizəm |
noun

1  the endurance of pain or hardship without the display of feelings and without complaint.

2  (Stoicism) an ancient Greek school of philosophy founded at Athens by Zeno of Citium.
The school taught that virtue, the highest good, is based on knowledge;
the wise live in harmony with the divine Reason (also identified with Fate and Providence)
that governs nature, and are indifferent to the vicissitudes of fortune and to pleasure and pain.

she accepted her sufferings with remarkable stoicism:
patience, forbearance, resignation, fortitude, endurance, acceptance, tolerance, phlegm.
ANTONYMS intolerance.

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supposition | ˌsəpəˈziSH(ə)n |
noun

an uncertain belief: they were working on the supposition that his death was murder |
their outrage was based on supposition and hearsay.

her supposition is based on previous results:
belief, surmise, idea, notion, suspicion, conjecture, speculation, inference,
theory, hypothesis, postulation, guess, feeling, hunch, assumption, presumption.

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tribalism | ˈtrībəˌlizəm |
noun

the state or fact of being organized in a tribe or tribes.

• chiefly derogatory the behavior and attitudes
that stem from strong loyalty to one's own tribe or social group:
a society motivated by cultural tribalism.

the latest waves of violence were blamed on tribalism:
sectarianism, chauvinism; esprit de corps.