The Unfolding Next Round-02/17/19


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 Next Round

Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2018:

Breadcrumbs 2018

Link to the PDF of Breadcrumbs 2015 through 2018:

Breadcrumbs

Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

Ciao ciao,

M

LEFTOVERS


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


* * * *
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SOUNDBITES


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

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

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

* * * *
All human concoctions are just that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Erase the hunger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
Somebody else’s dream.

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

* * * *
Age is about bothers snowballing.

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

* * * *
The human mind wherein delusion abounds.

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

* * * *
Nothing is good.

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

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

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

* * * *
Tradition is a form of laziness.

* * * *
Stay the course.

* * * *
WWYD: What Would You Do?

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

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Nothing is as easy as it used to be.

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

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A quantum by any other name would indivisible the same.

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Meaning and purpose are the harbingers of bother.

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And what have you done with your dream?

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More twaddle with which to burden the brain cells.

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

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

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Hope is the longing to which the superstitious subscribe.

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

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Do not make assumptions; everything is an assumption.

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Do not take anything personally; everything is personal.

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The dead rule the living.

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The continuity that is not.

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Nothing is necessary.

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Imagined self is not true Self.

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Until the next time.

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

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

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And why would it possibly matter what day it is?

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Full and unequal participants, all.

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

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Imagination, illusion, same thing.

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

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Self pity? What point?

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So many ways to clutter the immaculate mind.

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

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

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Consciousness assumes continuity to a dream that has none.

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Your life, like it never happened.

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

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

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All of it and none of it all the while.

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

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

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Nothing is the something to understand.

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

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

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

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

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So many dominos, hard to knock down just one.

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

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So many things you will never know.

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So many things about which to care or not.

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The nothingness of awareness is the unifying principle.

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Is freedom relative?

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

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

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

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

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Great wisdom is the harvest of great foolishness.

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

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A mystery unto thy Self.

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

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

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

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Without science, superstition and malarkey.

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Quantum is the maker of laws that cannot be broken.

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Political and everyday cartoons always just so nail things.

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You only think you are in control of anything.

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Great wisdom is the wit of great fools.

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Awareness stops for no mind.

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Death is an equal-opportunity reaper.

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

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

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

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

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

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No universe is more than an imaginary quantum dream.

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No assumption withstands the sands of time.

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

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You imagine, therefore you imagine you are.

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

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Imagination is all.

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Neither fast nor slow, awareness is.

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

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

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

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Go ahead, share that vanity.

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What is it about familiarity that breeds contempt?

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

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Nothing is as it seems.

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Your universe is whatever you make, or unmake it.

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

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How endless it all becomes.

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Imagination rules imaginary kingdoms.

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

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A secret life; odds are everyone has one.

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

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Continuity is the first and last assumption of imagination.

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Yet another day, just another day.

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

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Consciousness is the parasite; awareness, the host.

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It is others who make you feel lonely.

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There is no glory that holds past its fleeting memory.

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Are you sure you will survive this time?

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

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

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


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TITLES, TITLES, & MORE TITLES


Hard to Find What Ain’t There

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The Insanity of Existence

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The Absurdity of Existence

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The Lucidity of Existence

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Erase the Hunger

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New Endings, New Beginnings

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The Die is Cast

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The One-Percenters & Their Minions

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The Great Hope

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The Stowed-Away Stuff

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Mining Trivia

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Stay the Course

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The Dusty Quantum

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The Mindless Pursuit of Trivia

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Cluttterdome

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WWYD: What Would You Do?

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The Great What If

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The Quantum Divide

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The World Wags On

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A Man of Many Faces

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A Woman of Many Faces

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The Personal Mind

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The Dust Collector’s Library

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The Impersonal Mind

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And What Have You Done With Your Dream?

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No Dots to Connect

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The Motley Winds of Consciousness

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Alas, No Rewind Button

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The Dead Rule the Living

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Until the Next Time

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The Continuity That Is Not

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Imagined Self Is Not True Self

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The Quantum Swirl

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Privy to Nothing

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The Continuum of Assumption

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The Faceless Mystery

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Road to Nowhere

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When Entitlement Collapses

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Sole Witness, Soul Witness

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The Insatiable More

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The Not So Funny and the Ironic

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The Sands of Mind

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Dreamscape

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The Quantum Ghost

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The Tyranny of Imagination

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The Tyranny of Selfishness

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The Tyranny of Greed

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The Tyranny of Ignorance

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The Tyranny of Tradition

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The Tyranny of Absurdity

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The Souther South

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Short and Shorter

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Too Something to Get Out

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At Least More Something Than There is Here

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Madman Across the Cosmos

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The Walking Dead

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A Mystery Unto Thy Self

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The Mammalian Epoch

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A Wee Bit of Everything

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The Winds of Nature-Nurture

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Familiarity Breed Contempt

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What a Dream I Had

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A Pothole World

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Shards of Imagination

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Imagination Rules Imaginary Kingdoms

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Duality’s Menagerie

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The Great Dread

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The Smoke of Aloneness

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Share the Vanity

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Cosmic Enterprises of the Third Kind

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Yet Another Day

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Nothing Is As It Seems

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Just Another Day

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We Are All Mad, Each in Our Own Unique Way

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The Politics of a Dream

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Quantummeister

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The Secret Life Everyone Has

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A Secret Life: Odds Are Everyone Has One


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COROLLARIES


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

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


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POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS


Hasta luego, cruel world
TTFE: Ta-ta, forever

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I buried who, and who buried me

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Did not know
Did not care


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BREADCRUMBS


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

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Just watching the show.

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Losing track of the diddly-squat.

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My donation to the causeless.

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

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

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

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

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

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A student of everything and nothing.

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

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

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

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So many lifetimes in just this one.

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

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

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

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A man of many faces.

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

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

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One lifetime is more than enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Madman across the cosmos.

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

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

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

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Wouldst thou have me spew only fluff?

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

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

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

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Death and I are undying companions.

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Quantummeister

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

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I am a scientist in a most desultory way.

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

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Call me Mister Solipsism

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Call me Mister Existential

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Call me Mister Nihilist

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Call me Mister Void

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Call me Mister Here Now

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

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I imagine, therefore I imagine I am.

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


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CONVERSATIONS



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DEFINITIONS


anthropocentric | ˌanTHrəpəˈsentrik |
adjective

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

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conscience | ˈkän(t)SHəns |
noun

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

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

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drama | ˈdrämə |
noun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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egocentric | ˌēɡōˈsentrik |
adjective

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

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

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

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ethnocentric | ˌeTHnōˈsentrik |
adjective

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

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experiment | ikˈsperəmənt |

noun

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

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

verb

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

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

noun

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

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

verb

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

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geocentric | ˌjēōˈsentrik |
adjective

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

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

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heliocentric | ˌhēlēəˈsentrik |

adjective

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

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

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pragmatic | praɡˈmadik |
adjective

dealing with things sensibly and realistically
in a way that is based on practical rather than theoretical considerations:
a pragmatic approach to politics.

• relating to philosophical or political pragmatism.

• Linguistics relating to pragmatics.

she remains pragmatic in the most emotional circumstances:
practical, matter-of-fact, sensible, down-to-earth, commonsensical, businesslike,
having both/one's feet on the ground, hardheaded, no-nonsense; informal hard-nosed.
ANTONYMS  impractical.

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problem | ˈpräbləm |
noun

1  a matter or situation regarded as unwelcome or harmful
and needing to be dealt with and overcome:
they have financial problems | the problem of ageism in Hollywood.

•  a thing that is difficult to achieve or accomplish:
motivation of staff can also be a problem.

•  [as modifier] denoting or relating to people
whose behavior causes difficulties to themselves and others:
practitioners help families develop strategies
for managing problem behavior in teens |a problem family.

2  Physics & Mathematics an inquiry starting from given conditions
to investigate or demonstrate a fact, result, or law.

•  Geometry a proposition in which something has to be constructed.
Compare with theorem.

•  (in various games, especially chess) an arrangement of pieces
in which the solver has to achieve a specified result.

noun

1  they ran into a problem:
difficulty, trouble, worry, complication, difficult situation;
snag, hitch, drawback, stumbling block, obstacle, hurdle, hiccup, setback, catch;
predicament, plight; misfortune, mishap, misadventure;
dilemma, quandary; informal headache, nightmare.

2  I don't want to be a problem:
nuisance, bother, pest, irritant, thorn in one's side/flesh, vexation;
informal drag, pain, pain in the neck.

3  mathematical problems:
puzzle, question, poser, enigma, riddle, conundrum; informal teaser, brainteaser.

adjective

a problem child:
troublesome, difficult, unmanageable, unruly, disobedient,
uncontrollable, recalcitrant, delinquent.
ANTONYMS  well behaved, manageable.

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solution | səˈlo͞oSH(ə)n |
noun

1  a means of solving a problem or dealing with a difficult situation:
there are no easy solutions to financial and marital problems.

•  the correct answer to a puzzle: the solution to this month's crossword.

•  (solutions) products or services designed to meet a particular need:
we are an Internet marketing firm specializing in e-commerce solutions.

2  a liquid mixture in which the minor component (the solute)
is uniformly distributed within the major component (the solvent).

•  the process or state of being dissolved in a solvent.

3  archaic the action of separating or breaking down;
dissolution: the solution of British supremacy in South Africa.

1  an easy solution to the problem:
answer, result, resolution, way out, fix, panacea;
key, formula, explanation, interpretation.

2  a solution of ammonia in water:
mixture, mix, blend, compound, suspension, tincture, infusion, emulsion.


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