01 January 2015

Soundbites



For some it takes a fair amount of lifetime for one’s calling to become apparent.

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Compassion is fine, well, and good, but the effort it takes to care can be a tad wearing.

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We are all just actors here, and many, if not most, never even begin to realize it.

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The test, were there such a thing, is within every breath a moment is offered.

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Intelligence is a many-faceted jewel.

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Life is not much good at playing fair.

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So much to know, so much to forget.

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What a twisting thing the monkey-mind.

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How agnostic is agnostic?

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Any existence is about exploring the capacities and limitations of the given container.

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Have you ever really met anyone, or possessed anything, that you could not live without?

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Consciousness is but waves crashing, tides ebbing and flowing, in the its dream of time.

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Continuity?  Only in your dreams.

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The silliness only gets sillier.

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Genius is not always appreciated in its own time.

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The flame does not linger once the candle is lit.

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Rest assured that yours is no less an opinion than anyone else’s.

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Desire builds the fear of having and not having and the spectrum of dread between.

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The constraints of any given eye are solely in the mind born of desire and fear.

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Sometimes, when meeting Goliath, David gets off a lucky shot, but many times not.

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Sometimes ugliness is just on the surface; sometimes it rots all the way through.

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Sanity?  And that again is what?

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Relax, it doesn’t really matter.

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Which end of the leash is any dog walking?

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You call this a plan!?

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There is no other, only you, right here, right now, forever and ever.

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Feeling the need to identify with anything, why?

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You are but the sum of your thoughts.

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Breathe deep, sweet chariot.

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Freedom is the almost unbearable lightness of being.

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The genetic lottery has been DNA’s eternal dice roll since its inception.

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Yoga is a means to union, not an end in itself.

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Joy is as imaginary as sorrow.

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Imitation is the way of cowards and fools.

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Is this not hell enough?

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It just doesn’t matter.

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A higher level of dystopian intrigue over in that unhappy faire.

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Revenge is called justice when someone else metes it out.

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Too huge for words, but still we muddle and stew in our endless inanities of finite thinking.

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Another widgeteer: What a finite loop any specialization.

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What a curious thing it is to be at all concerned what others think of you, or of anything, really.

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The world is for those who lack imagination, and the one with the least is often first to pull the trigger.

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What is the meaning of life but the one each and every one alone concocts.

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May not be such a bad thing to be considered a tad mad at least a bit unpredictable.

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Daily you wake up, and there you are, nothing pretending something yet again.

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Why would you need applause from anyone, much less a theater full of strangers.

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You are the nothingness come to life.

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What is wrong with enjoying the sound of your own voice?

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So much effort, all for vanity and ruin, over and over and over again.

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Why would it matter even if you were?

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The difference between black and white is gray.

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Nothing but variables, but a great experiment, nonetheless.

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It is not time, it is not space.

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Believe this or that if you must, but what a tedious way to get through the day-to-day.

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You can choose to feel everything, or nothing, as you like.

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It has as many forms, as many faces as you like, or none for that matter.

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What need does a newborn have for belief?

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The choir sure does quibble over nothing.

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Better to break a heart than to stay with someone for whom you feel no calling.

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You, whose fate it is to think you are.

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It is whatever you think it means, whatever that means.

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Mesmerized by your seed line and where it landed.

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Strategy without tactics is like an end without the means.

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Thoughts looking for fertile ground.

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What happens when the hologram dissolves is anybody’s guess, and everybody does.

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Who is it who cares, or not?

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When there are so many answers, real questions fewer and fewer emerge.

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Every moment its own little sculpture in that vain little eye.

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The unknown is unknowable, no matter how you chatter while you scamper and scratch.

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Bask in this quantum awareness as will allows.

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Hypocrisy is judgment of that which you are likely guilty times beyond counting.

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Much easier to worship idols and follow someone else’s law than it is to discern eternity within.

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Awareness coupled with consciousness, we all are.

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Practically over it.

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A very large perspective within a relatively tiny aspect.

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Worry, worry, worry, so much worry in this very worried world.

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It has all happened so that this matrix of a moment could happen.

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If you have played it hard and fast, you well know the monkey.

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Sometimes you just need to break with the routine.

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Hard to play a game in which you have lost interest.

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What will you do when you grow up? depends on your definition.

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Wisdom is the domain of many a fool.

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It is within that many a castle falls.

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Home invasion is home invasion, whether by one or the many of some army.

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Beware the ones with earnest smiles and the glint of greed in their eyes.

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All these thoughts are very legalistic, really, in a mystical sort of way.

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An arbitrary creation from the get-go.

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What is death but the ever-changing changing no more.

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You do not ask for freedom, you assume it so.

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Settle for dogma it is your bent, but do not expect all to aspire to so low a bar.

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Quantum this, quantum that, quantum everything.

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Be vast within.

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Where is the line between creator and creation?

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In adversity, one must either learn to be strong, or endure being crushed.

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Break the code.

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It is within that reality will be discerned.

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It is all beautiful, it is all ugly, and neither, actually.

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The eye constantly changes as the mind does.

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Physician, heal thy Self, take what is splintered, make it whole, one.

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Enjoy the day, Maestro.

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Serve you Self in whatever way you are called.

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Monkey got ahold of you again, eh?  Well, better luck next round.

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Be the vastness within and without.

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You have always been an energy being, a quantum being, whatever the form.

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The pace of consciousness leaves all in one wake or another.

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A promise means nothing unless it is kept.

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Every birth a mutation of DNA seeking immortality.

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The passions to which many succumb offer little real or lasting peace.

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Where is the line between good and bad, and who decides?

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No contribution, just one vote, maybe.

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How quickly one moment can change everything that follows.

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There is no god in the way you think.

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Big difference between the suicide of the body and the suicide of the mind.

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The mind locked in differences can see neither far nor wide.

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The world is done and undone by differences.

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At birth you know nothing, at death nothing much.

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You do not have to believe any of it, you know.

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Nothing can be lost, nothing can be saved saved.

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What point residing in an ivory tower if you cannot move about freely on the ground?

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You are your religion, and no one’s ever the same for those without dogma or idolatry.

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The generalist will rise again, the specialist of the dystopian paradise.

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Without awareness, without consciousness, without imagination, what is there?

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Seemingly so many things, yet not all the time.

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Unfiltered by the inanities of political correctness.

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When did god become he, she, or even it?

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The unknown that is known is not the unknown.

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The need for control arises from great fear.

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How absorbing just a simple breath when it is given one’s total attention.

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The god you have in mind, the god you imagine, is not god.

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And at some point, the awareness twitched, and a universe was born.

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Embrace the life and death of every moment, and wander free.

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You have played the monkey every way imaginable; what more is left?

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Where can reason go without intuition its constant companion?

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What is the whole mind?

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To lack compassion is to be a slave to the suffering of others.

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Might even reach a point where the DNA is no longer in charge.

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It sounded good at the time.

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Close your eyes, still your mind, and see the awareness for what it is, and what you are.

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Don't be fooled by the sidewalks, it's always been a jungle.

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No matter how hard you try, you cannot deprive fate its munchie.

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A good and true aphorism crosses all boundaries.

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No one will ever, hopefully, know that dirty little secret.

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What are you but a point of consciousness in an indivisibility without center.

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How smoky each and every streaming, each and every unfolding moment.

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It is a choice to hold on to your dream: What does it take to let it go?

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What is death but merging back into the home alone mode of the indivisible oblivion.

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To see it clearly for what it is, is the fulfillment of DNA’s destiny.

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How meaningless any principles to any given moment.

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Another widgeteer.  Whoo-hoo.

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Every zone has its regulars.

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Questions, so many questions.

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You are the brass ring.

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Born to die, live well.

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What is prior to real inquiry?

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Where is the mind that no longer consumes the sensory feed?

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That which is prior to consciousness leaves no trace.

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Choiceless is as choiceless does.

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Imagination carries the day.

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The aloneness of singularity, complete and absolute, the essence, the core, of everything.

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You are the awareness to which no identity can for more than a short while subscribe.

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The chains are entirely your own creation, yours to embrace or break as you see fit.

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What you know makes up your universe, but how much more there is to unlearn.

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Random is as random does, The Great Quantum loves dice, Mr. Einstein.

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Ethics is the luxury of a full belly and a safe harbor.

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If I am not a cow, what, pray tell, am I?

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Who survives and who breeds is history in a nutshell.

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If you do not care for your body and mind, who will?

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To be truly, completely detached from everything, what would that be like?

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If you thought that way then, if you felt that way then, then what need for regret?

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What choice does anyone really have as they wander from the first breath to the last?

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Sometimes you lose your way, and must search a bit to find it again.

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You are Quantum, You are Nature, You are That I Am.

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It can never be more or less than it is.

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Who owns your mind, if not you?

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Boys are covered with blood, most of it their own.

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A quantum-schooch-quantum dream.

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Drowning in too much of more-more-more already.

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The ultimate You is indivisibly blameless.

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Another milestone … Whoo-hoo.

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What a torture chamber of a prison any given mind-body can be.

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Creator and the creation, how can they not be one in the same?

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Well, you would have if you had thought of it sooner.

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Schizophrenic to the nth degree.

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Losing your mind may not be such a bad thing.

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Always challenging to leave well enough alone.

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Peace of mind is but a good, deep breath away.

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Doubt is a springboard, not an end in its Self.

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You are a time machine in imagination only.

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The big question for many a monkey-mind might well be: Will you get laid in heaven?

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Ever as inexplicable as it has ever been to eyes that see, ears that hear, one minds, eternal.

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McDonald’s and Taco Bell rolling over another belt line.

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Cling less, be happy.

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A conversation about the end of all conversation.

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Fresh and alive, what that that mean, anyway?

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The difference between any given here now is the difference only consciousness knows.

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Once you are dead and gone, just how important is it, really, that anyone remembers you?

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Curious how so many spend so much time telling others what to say, what to do, and how to live.

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Another self-absorbed existence underway in the bon-voyage-agony-ecstasy of all things imaginary.

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You will set down these and other words when you discern the That I Am within.

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Has any cancer ever been as successful at across-the-board destruction as we?

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To hot, too cold, too this, too that, will they ever make up their minds?
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All the world’s a stage, and all we mortal players merely the dreams of oblivion.

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Best not to take anything personally if you are at all adept at detachment.

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In the world but not of it, what exactly does that mean, anyway?

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Now … where you have always been before you were so mortally interrupted.

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A wolf in disguise will always find those whose nature it is to submit.

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The mentally twisted have always drug the rest along in their wake.

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You know whatever you know because not remembering it is not an option.

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Totally alone in the vastness of your universe, you are as free as you dare to be.

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No human outcome can ever but hope to be more dynamic than its collective vision.

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The heart of darkness is the fragmented realm many a cynic endures.

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The cosmos is absolutely indifferent to all its creations.

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How can imagination ever more than imagine reconciling its make-believe with reality?

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Why should anyone follow an awakened one when all have it within themselves to be one.

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A balloon is full of the same essence as you, and really no less a temporary phenomenon.

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What can you possibly say to anyone who hears a truth and thinks it a lie?

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Who can argue with the freedom that freedom offers.

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Why blindly accept anything you have not yourself observed?

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In a vast universe full of differences, how can everything not be the same?

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You can take the monkey out of the jungle, but there ain’t no taking the jungle out of the monkey.

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The quantum source, from which the birth and death of stars is made manifest, permeates all.

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Is there anything humans do that does not eventually ripple into one backfire or another?

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Belief has nothing to do with the reality, the truth of what is, and what is not.

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Curious how a little bit of knowledge has a way of fogging up the mirror.

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In the middle of a bustling city, you are as alone as any sailor on an empty sea.

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Abide in the spontaneity of the moment, free of all constraints, whenever possible.

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Metaphors hashed and rehashed again and again times beyond counting.

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You are the irony of paradox, and the paradox of irony.

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How oppressive all dogma to those who would be free.

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Plenty of cheerleaders out there for them that want comfort more than truth.

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If you had never been born, rest assured that you would neither know nor care.

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How could anyone seriously expect it to be less?  Ye gods, such blasphemy.

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Probably a good idea not to fully trust people trying to get into your wallet.

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Heavens and hells are but hidebound visions of that which some call god.

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Truth does not require persuasion, nor is it subject to question or argument.

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What need do the passionate have for the peace of home-sweet-home?

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Leave no stone unturned, yet cling to none of them.

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A philosophical waxing, indeed.

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The roll cannot be changed once the dice are in play.

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What ambition there can be in seeking oblivion.

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Only through limitation can infinity be discerned.

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Self trumps all.

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The mind is laden with ghosts of every persuasion.

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Thinking is just another habit, just like all the rest.

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How much will too little too late cost this time?

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If it requires any effort, it is neither real nor true.

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Sure took a lot of waves for yours to hit the shore.

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Where stillness is not, there is one delusion or another.

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Vain notion cloaks any vision of the quantum field.

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Far less important how you begin the marathon of life than how you finish it.

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The Great Nada yawns for your return home.

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The machinations of creation are beyond counting.

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So many expectations, so many disappointments.

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Who’s the who, who so badly wants to be free?

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Idealism is pointless; either put up or shut up.

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Not interested in playing your little game anymore, sorry.

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In the relativity of consciousness, perspective is all.

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Despite its great virtue, doubt can only take you so far.

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Awareness is neither of the heart nor in the mind.

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What’s the god-damned, fucking point?

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If you would avoid the fate of moths, stay clear of the flame.

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Just not interested in that recording anymore, sorry.

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Inequity abides.

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Dogma and idolatry are the shroud of vanity.

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Self-absorbed mutations of an earth-bound kind.

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Only human beings pretend to be what they are not, never were, will never be.

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Mastery of breath is the link to eternal life.

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Nada interrupted.

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One lie in the midst of many truths is well-cloaked.

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We are all made strangers through our imaginary differences.

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What is friction but a quantum love fest?

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What a teeny-weeny view of god not to include your Self.

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May as well try catching a wave as to hold onto any existence.

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What is any memory but a vague shadow of the original perception.

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Look within to see everything you project upon others is but Self-reflection.

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What bounds can there ever be to the vanity born of imagination?

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You are the will of godness, quantum fever that it is.

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Look within to see everything you project upon others is but Self-reflection.

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What bounds can there ever be to the vanity born of imagination?

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All operate in one frame of reference or another.

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We shall measure and prod ourselves, our world, our universe, to the bitter end, no doubt.

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The challenge is to use the mind to solve problems, not make them.

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Patterns rule.

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Peek-a-boo, I see the you that is me, and the me that is you.

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How useless wisdom is in the face of the self-absorbed monkey-mind.

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Is there a crime if there is no guilt?

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Is anything really yours or mine for anything more than a brief burst of time?

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Well enough is well enough, indeed.

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So many ways to fill the mind with the distractions born of time.

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Reflection is for the few and far between.

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When desire and fear are at bay, serenity wafts into being.

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Just another thing come and gone in the dream of it.

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Is this need to research the obvious more a means to avoid a decisive change of course?

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Can the singularity ever be discerned but through the reflection of the other?

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That little attachment is the dream, too, you know.

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Nothing struck again today.

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The struggle to exist is not something for which all have the heart and mind.

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Arguing with fools is a waste of time for all concerned.

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Argue for Santa Claus, and sure enough, he is on the roof.

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Sticking around to watch it unravel.

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And what have you done with your brief existence but what you were ordained to do.

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Be the awareness, formless and unknown.

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Self-righteousness is a sure road to hypocrisy.

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I am Tao, you are Tao, all of us a-Tao-ing in the right here, right now.

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What else can bliss be but the perception of the indivisible pervading all.

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What is a frame of reference but any given life’s statistical sample.

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Time bears naught for long.

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What useless things, resolutions.

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Right here, right now, smack dab in the middle of everything, you are.

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Christmas is coming, and this year Jesus is finally old enough to ride shotgun with his daddy.

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There you go again looking for the literal in what is ultimately just a matrix of metaphors.

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How vaporous any thought, no matter the precision with which it is crafted.

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Within and without, be the vastness you are, have ever been, will ever be.

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A re-varnished lie is always preferable to those who are more partial to comfort than truth.

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You are a portal through which the quantum mystery has achieved consciousness.

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All histories are but vague notions, all biased one way or another.

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A blade cannot enter that to which there is no entrance.

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The candy shop of life does not always carry sweets.

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If you did not exist, who else would there be to witness it?

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If the blinders fit, wear ’em.

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Nobody’s world is about you.

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How the dream does reek of unsubstantiated bullshit.

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The matting dance can be a lot of work for very little return.

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There is no point in judging what is really all your creation.

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Once you have any formula down pat, it is just about punching in the numbers.

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Remember, you are only the center of your own confabulated universe.

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You are, have always been, and will ever be, absolutely free, to be, or not to be.

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A will-lessness to be what you truly are, simplicity its Self.

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If you have managed to survive long enough to breed, your DNA will be only too happy to oblige.

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No, it is not all about jobs.

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The world went awry when fire was first used for more than cooking and warmth.

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Every problem the dystopian now is facing are all linked by over-population.

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It is all much greater than the limits of any imagination.

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The dream of space and time is only real if you believe the sensory body-mind.

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You are nothing but a mind chock-full of vain notions.

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We cannot all be seeing the same thing, and not discern a fair amount of it he same.

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Dip your foot into a stream, and the next moment neither are the same.

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It is the light of awareness that creates the cosmos.

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What limits, what boundaries, what divisions, can there be in a void?

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Who needs God, Jesus, or any other deified idol if they have the courage to stand alone.

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Trust consciousness to sometimes bend you over and forget the lubricant.

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The mind evolved to solve problems, and when it cannot find one, tends to create them.

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Mutation happens.

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So yawn.

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Be the awareness, absolutely alone, without concern for the sensory feed.

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View the truth of your universe from behind closed eyes.

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So much ambition to achieve nothing.

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Go home, seeker, go home.

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Cling to nothing.

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Go formless.

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Articulate is as articulate does.

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Hold on to nothing.

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Free, the other four-letter word.

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Everything over before you know it.

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See your true face from behind closed eyes.

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Contemplate true and complete freedom and all it entails.

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Another day of consciousness playing out everything imaginable.

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Who was your father, who was your mother, and were they, really?

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Best never to plan on anything staying the same.

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Nothing is yours, and everyone else’s, too.

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None of that matters anymore.

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Insanity rocks, baby.

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Something of a broken record, eh?

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A journey where none but one can go.

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Just another way to keep busy minds busy.

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So alone as to be the source of all irony and paradox.

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The time-bound grip of any universe loosens as time draws to a close.

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Nature is the mystery’s creative expression, and that most definitely includes you.

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Samsara is ultimately but a means to your awakening.

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What part of “It is just a dream” do you not get?

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A mind well-used is used for nothing.

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When did that first seed take root?

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To truly not care, what freedom.

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It is yours for the seeing.

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Drift on.

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Nothing, doing.

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Oopsie, misspoke yet again.

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Got nothing to do, and doing it well.

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Irony and Paradox … a plague on their houses.

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If this is not hell for many, then what the hell, pray tell, is it?

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And what was that thing called desire, again?

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Learning is a right, education a privilege.

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Greed is a prison of its own making.

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Done, done, the damage done.

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Dark, dark, too dark to see.

* * * *
Down, Ego! Down!

* * * *
You are Gaia.

* * * *
Nothing to do.

* * * *
Death brings us together.

* * * *
Nothing much ever happens.

* * * *
Awareness, in which all is manifest.

* * * *
It is in total awareness that all is forgotten.

* * * *
Do not hesitate to be your Self unto the last wheezing breath.

* * * *
The truth will out in any mind bent on integration.

* * * *
Remembering less with every breath.

* * * *
In the midst of all, absolutely alone.

* * * *
Nothing is inconspicuous, indeed.

* * * *
As you think, so shall you be.

* * * *
Unfurl your sail.

* * * *
Just running out the meter.

* * * *
Nowness, an ever-cresting wave.

* * * *
What, exactly, does “No Fear” imply?

* * * *
You do not suffer but through your own volition.

* * * *
A momentary exploration into the nature of attention.

* * * *
Any given culture only has so many spare teats to go around.

* * * *
So many playing a numbers game in minds that really do not exist.

* * * *
Is what is considered normal ever really more than the average between extremes.

* * * *
Consciousness is the weaver of Samsara, awareness the witness.

* * * *
Wolves have always found sheep a tantalizing delicacy.

* * * *
The body is merely an accessory to the awareness.

* * * *
Another thing to fill the time that does not exist.

* * * *
Much simpler to be happy than sad.

* * * *
Do not doubt your real voice.

* * * *
Dream on, Dreamer.

* * * *
Nothing ever happens.

* * * *
We are all earthlings here.

* * * *
You are the first, you are the last.

* * * *
Anyone worth following wants nothing from you.

* * * *
Creation, preservation, destruction, what difference, really?

* * * *
Imagine going to your grave still asleep.

* * * *
Wake up, wake up, wherever you are.

* * * *
Discern your formless nature.

* * * *
Awareness, now.

* * * *
Your vanity is blinding.

* * * *
Is not heaven loving everything?

* * * *
What was never born can never die.

* * * *
What a worthy opponent, this Grand Illusion!

* * * *
What nature hath formed from chaos, man hath ordered back into chaos.

* * * *
Die! Die! Die! you who are not real.

* * * *
Don’t worry, be happy.

* * * *
Nothing is forever.

* * * *
What a splendid Soul you are.

* * * *
You get what you get, make the best of it.

* * * *
It may only be a dream, but it is your version, a one-time show, indeed.

* * * *
Consciousness weaves you into beingness.

* * * *
The Dark Side ain’t dark to those that see.

* * * *
Define freedom.

* * * *
Idolatry keeps the coffers full.

* * * *
There is only one church, and it is within.

* * * *
Time to move on.

* * * *
Cutting through that morass of irrationality would take even the sharpest blade a long while.

* * * *
Evaporating home.

* * * *
Another day in the dreamtime of the quantum ether.

* * * *
Some people are well beyond anything rational, and you must just slowly back away from their edge.

* * * *
Steep in the awareness.

* * * *
Nothing is real and free.

* * * *
Ask not what consciousness can do for you, but what you can do for consciousness.

* * * *
The madness that blooms ever anew.

* * * *
Mind-filler, time-filler.

* * * *
Transcend all boundaries; become the indivisible.

* * * *
The future?  More an intellectual curiosity than anything to really bother about.

* * * *
Not all sovereigns live in castles.

* * * *
What is the matrix but an elemental fishbowl.

* * * *
Why would, how could, the singularity be bound to any creation?

* * * *
Knowledge and wisdom are both about knowing, but only one of them can be taught,

* * * *
To be a critical thinker requires the seeds of doubt, and the wit to question deeply.

* * * *
Sometimes inward ugliness is only compounded by outward beauty.

* * * *
Challenging for anyone to see their own prejudices clearly.

* * * *
It is about being, not becoming or believing.

* * * *
What else can perfection be but the quantum sea?

* * * *
What time could ever be outside eternity?

* * * *
It may be less about what you are than what you are not.

* * * *
How challenging to be in the world and not of it.

* * * *
Immersed you are in the infinitesimally, infinitely, indivisible quantum sea.

* * * *
Om, baby, om.

* * * *
Peace, peace, peace.

* * * *
Words fall short in extolling how supercalifragilisticexpialidocious you truly are.

* * * *
Some nuts will likely never crack even in ten thousand lifetimes.

* * * *
Why would anyone ever settle for a small vision of what they truly are?

* * * *
More egocentric, ethnocentric, geocentric, chronocentric, solarcentric, cosmoscentric absurdity.

* * * *
Does it all mean anything?  Likely not.

* * * *
Who in their right mind would save this world of monkeys even if they could?

* * * *
What suffering it has taken all across time and space for you to be right here, right now.

* * * *
Why would you need an imaginary friend when you are already your own?

* * * *
Nothing is nothing no matter how something it seems.

* * * *
To exist in any way, in any shape, in any form, is genius unto its Self.

* * * *
Metaphors abide equally in the democracy of Truth.

* * * *
Cheerleaders are about as consequential as gnats.

* * * *
Channel your inner guru.

* * * *
Nothing else will do.

* * * *
You are the stars, the space between, and the pale beyond.

* * * *
Nothing exists without your reckoning.

* * * *
More pandering to hope.

* * * *
Such bother, consequences.

* * * *
The across-the-Rubicon morass daily unfolds.

* * * *
Do not feel any obligation to be trapped by all your words.

* * * *
The moment rushes quickly enough without your wishing it be faster still.

* * * *
You are That I Am.  Whoopee-doopee.

* * * *
The end of history, the end of time, the end of mind.

* * * *
What the heck does forever mean, anyway?

* * * *
A full, attentive breath washes away all stirrings.

* * * *
Ever the same mystery, the same enigma, no matter how it is named.

* * * *
There you are standing tall on a grain of sand thinking the beach cares.

* * * *
What final answer there is, is a no-brainer, simplicity at its prime.

* * * *
What a surreal thing it is to exist; boggling to the nth degree.

* * * *
Imagination, the source of all vanity.

* * * *
Perhaps the rest of the world exists so that some of us can go home.

* * * *
McDonald’s, rolling over beltlines across the world.

* * * *
If you don't wanna be beholdin’ ta any man nor beast, then die, baby, die!

* * * *
Surely any deity of the supreme variety does not pay attention to people who beg and whimper.

* * * *
We are all practitioners of political expediency to one degree or another.

* * * *
Wipe your ass on any so-called holy book that advocates disconnection.

* * * *
Every game has its rules, so what's the game, Luv?

* * * *
It comes, it goes, it ebbs, it flows, why oh why, nobody knows.

* * * *
Mu, baby, mu, it is all zen muse.

* * * *
Playing chess with God is jolly good fun until you get shuffled off the board.

* * * *
You think you know your Self?  Hah!  You funny guy.  Make me laugh plenty hah-hah hard.

* * * *
Take Jesus off the cross, let the poor dude rest in peace.

* * * *
If you think you know, go to Go, and do not collect $200.

* * * *
What do Christ, Buddha and shit have in common, but that they are all you.

* * * *
Yes, yes, we know it is an indivisible pattern, now what?

* * * *
Here you are, isness, temporarily locked in a water-fat body bag.

* * * *
Stars die?

* * * *
Is this world an insane asylum, or what?

* * * *
You had your time, folks, the piper cometh.

* * * *
Why would you ever trust any deity of the supreme kind that stuck you here?

* * * *
Damn, this friggin’ mask won’t come off.

* * * *
Creation gave us herbs, mushrooms, and other devices that we might divine our divinity.

* * * *
God may love you, but is certainly going to kill you nonetheless.

* * * *
Mother Nature's gonna hit you with a shovel if you don't take better care of her garden.

* * * *
I don't care diddly how you get here, just be here now or be square.

* * * *
Is your shit so golden that you are too good to clean the toilet bowl?

* * * *
It is not about jobs, folks, sorry.

* * * *
Technically you cannot call God a son of a bitch since it has yet to be born.

* * * *
Only God would bother to create all this.

* * * *
Mortality.  Now that’s entertainment!

* * * *
What two-legged sacks of shit we all are.

* * * *
The word professional really means high-paid whore to any given mindset.

* * * *
Discern the point where it all began.

* * * *
In the grand nothingness of it all, the inner is the outer, and the outer, the inner.

* * * *
Be happy, be sad, be whatever, what matter to Self?

* * * *
For good or ill, you must play your little part for a relatively brief notion of time.

* * * *
Look closely and you will discern it is the light of awareness, the youness, that is witness to it all.

* * * *
Seeing the larger picture tends to make it all relative and absolute in each and every moment.

* * * *
To find what is true, you must discern the singularity you are, have ever been, will ever be.

* * * *
You never know what ignorance and stupidity will do with a little history.

* * * *
You playing yet another version of you.

* * * *
Another game in which only vanity takes interest.

* * * *
To succumb to the will of the herd is to be lost in its synergy.

* * * *
It only matters to the winds of vanity.

* * * *
There is nothing about which to unwrap your head.

* * * *
It is all about the structure, the wiring and plumbing, into which you were hatched.

* * * *
Rarely is anything not diminished or lost in translation.

* * * *
Holding on to the world is but the mind bound to habit.

* * * *
What is time, and how can it ever be wasted?

* * * *
All belief systems have their extremes; moderation is a rare talent.

* * * *
How challenging even the most simple existence in this manifest dream.

* * * *
The so-called intelligent who do not abide in harmony with nature are clever, not intelligent.

* * * *
Death is a freeing release, the return to the unburdened oblivion of nothingness.

* * * *
How can you be jaded, how can you not be jaded, all in the same breath.

* * * *
Hope is the far-flung vapor of imagination.

* * * *
A new identity only cloaks the same mirage.

* * * *
Even just one moment of the eternal mind transcend all time.

* * *
Within any aphorism is a pregnancy of meaning for those who translate deeply.

* * * *
The quantum indivisibility, given meaning and purpose, however temporary it may be.

* * * *
It is the nature of science to inquire into everything for as long as everything is.

* * * *
Some things require a great deal of agony and/or ecstasy to clearly discern their lesson.

* * * *
To move, or not to move, the prey’s dilemma.

* * * *
You were never really born, you never really die.

* * * *
How many buddhas can dance on the head of a pin?

* * * *
Just when you think it cannot get any more absurd.

* * * *
To awaken is the revolution of evolution.

* * * *
Even the most supreme of deities must use some wee slice of its Self to create anything.

* * * *
You are smack dab in the middle of your universe, sensory illusion that it is.

* * * *
You need not abide inwardly as a human being unless you choose to do so.

* * * *
Forgiveness begins with your Self.

* * * *
The everything and nothing of everyone.

* * * *
And what is normal, and whose normal is it?

* * * *
And what is a newborn before it is encouraged to want and taught to fear?

* * * *
The eternal life is about being fully attentive, with your entire being, to the fleeting moment.

* * * *
Which to value more: The flower, or the memory of it?

* * * *
Your ancestors were slime, get over it.

* * * *
One god or hundreds beyond counting, it is still idolatry.

* * * *
Be that which is prior to any paradigm of conscsiousness.

* * * *
Thought is nothing more than the wind of mind given meaning.

* * * *
So many teachers as to be impossible to recall, much less count.

* * * *
Even the path of least resistance is replete with potholes of bother.

* * * *
Tools, tools, tools … What is the human experience without all its tools?

* * * *
Always a curious thing what any given set of memory sells will glom onto.

* * * *
It is the patterns, not history, that repeats itself.

* * * *
Neither existence nor non-existence are of the eternal moment.

* * * *
In the indivisibility of all things mystery, how can there truly even be one boundary?

* * * *
Nature neither loves nor cares about any of its inventions.

* * * *
Any yoke is only as heavy as your attitude toward it.

* * * *
You move through life, and life through you.

* * * *
And what is the observant mind?

* * * *
Truth is for everybody and not for everybody at the same time.

* * * *
So much dogma making for a rough road ahead.

* * * *
Full attention erases all boundaries.

* * * *
How ephemeral all knowledge.

* * * *
Plug into any wave, and it will take you for one ride or another if you are surfer enough.

* * * *
Be awash in the timeless so as to be doubtless beyond all horizons.

* * * *
You are the result of that newborn’s effort to make sense of it all.

* * * *
Abandon hope all ye who enter here, no sugarcoating allowed.

* * * *
Esoteric, indeed.

* * * *
What point words and numbers that do not translate into daily living?

* * * *
Intellectual reveries do not in truth abide.

* * * *
“None of the Above” is the answer to absurdity.

* * * *
Hell is the passion of time, heaven the indifference of now.

* * * *
Nothing stays neat or pretty or organized for long; chaos rules.

* * * *
When did absurdity ever stop anyone bound and determined?

* * * *
Blame some demon if you want, but it was you who said yes.

* * * *
The eternal life cannot be had by the mind a-swirl.

* * * *
Examine your world, your universe, until you see it for what it is.

* * * *
Often unheeded is advice too freely given.

* * * *
What is made by mind can be undone by mind.

* * * *
Attentive process inevitably trumps time-bound goals.

* * * *
Wisdom stays with you long after everything else is gone.

* * * *
The same nothingness you have always been, will ever be.

* * * *
The universe has already moved on by the time you recognize it.

* * * *
You are not obligated to do anything but through your blend of desire and fear.

* * * *
A powerful intellect can so easily be both boon and bane.

* * * *
And in the best of all worlds, what shoulda-coulda-woulda have been?

* * * *
What would be worth saving, even if you could?

* * * *
What convinces anyone they should be a parent?

* * * *
Imagine a garden world where the richness of life was its gold.

* * * *
Own your truth.

* * * *
A great big pfft! on following anyone or anything.

* * * *
Many a shoal greets the explorers seeking greater depths.

* * * *
Seeking the vanity of power, of fame, of fortune, is laced with disappointment and futility.

* * * *
Unknown within, unknown without, no boundary between.

* * * *
The truth of it is absolutely indifferent to your existence.

* * * *
Maybe you get it, maybe you do not, who cares, really?

* * * *
So many games to endure in the vortex of this monkey-mind creation.

* * * *
Epiphanies make the world go round.

* * * *
Rest as easy as the lotus, if you can be so vulnerable.

* * * *
The stories, how they do double-double-toil-and-trouble, their only horizon dissolution.

* * * *
What is god?  And what is not god?  Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?

* * * *
Always look twice before you cross any Rubicon.

* * * *
The boundary between moderation and excess is not easily discerned.

* * * *
Being a good friend, having good friends, what more could anyone want?

* * * *
The detachment of bliss is easily left behind in any given day-to-day.

* * * *
The depth of anything is quantum deep.

* * * *
It always boils down to the given moment in any given day-to-day.

* * * *
In every breath, a fleeting sense of salvation and preservation.

* * * *
Differences, differences, as far as light can bend.

* * * *
Every potential is within to explore, whether you choose to see it or not.

* * * *
Time is on everybody’s side, and on nobody’s side, all the while.

* * * *
There is always someone willing to spin whatever lie you are willing to believe.

* * * *
The awareness prior to all movement of consciousness.

* * * *
There you go again, carving out your little window of dates and times.

* * * *
Whether motionless or moving, it passes the same.

* * * *
Lot of changing going on.

* * * *
What is possession?  And who is the who, who possesses anything?

* * * *
What to do when you no longer want whatever it is you are supposed to want.

* * * *
You are only different if  you think you are different.

* * * *
The difference between black and white is somewhere in your gray matter.

* * * *
Never believe any prediction until your head is hot, cold, or wet.

* * * *
So many things so tiringly annoying sometimes.

* * * *
So, friend, you thought maybe this was just a knife fight, eh?

* * * *
Eyes that see are the eye that is not.

* * * *
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, what difference, really?

* * * *
The town criers daily beat you over the head with so many bothersome things, to what end?

* * * *
It is whatever you think it is, and nothing all the while.

* * * *
Why should anyone ever feel at all obligated to being bound by ignorance and absurdity?

* * * *
A tiny view is only made infinitesimally tinier in the reflection of eternity.

* * * *
What is courage but facing the given moment large.

* * * *
To transcend death you must discern the eternal life you have ever been.

* * * *
Futile as it is, there is always hope.

* * * *
The mind-body knows its many pains, its many scars, and attends them daily.

* * * *
There are countless ways and means to deceive in this world: the first is to your Self.

* * * *
The Great Nada is indifferent to your vanity.

* * * *
Wisdom is of all ages, across all boundaries.

* * * *
Everything great or small is followed by or proceeded by zeroes that do not exist.

* * * *
Caught in the ebb and tide whims of chemistry cycling to and fro.

* * * *
What is nationalism but the synergy of the individual ego usurped by the mob?

* * * *
It is not for selling; it is for giving.

* * * *
DNA is at the core entirely about itself: its survival, and its thrival.

* * * *
Doubt all until there is nothing left to doubt.

* * * *
It isn’t time.

* * * *
The nothing in which nothing is not.

* * * *
What we call regular life is really science fiction of the first order.

* * * *
You have it as it suits your purpose.

* * * *
Life, so much bother and for what, really, but endless vanity and intrigue.

* * * *
Godness cannot do this without you, nor you without it, ergo you must be one in the same.

* * * *
Some seers are martyred, some are made into statues, likely most are ignored.

* * * *
Common sense does not always require proof.

* * * *
They know who is king, but not for want of envy or malice.

* * * *
Why waste what little time you have on things that no longer matter or interest you?

* * * *
Such a tale it is to be a thinker, an explorer of the mind and universe it spawns.

* * * *
Why would it possibly matter?

* * * *
Who are you?  Who am I?  Who is anybody?

* * * *
No need to jump to a hodgepodge conclusion if there is time to ruminate.

* * * *
Had to say it, sorry, sort of.

* * * *
That internal whiner sure can be annoyingly bothersome.

* * * *
Is there really any choice, any free will, at all?

* * * *
Ever empty, despite all the efforts of consciousness to fill you fuller than you.

* * * *
It is not kneejerk to question idiocy.

* * * *
Your primal essence is less than a moment away.

* * * *
Self-loving, self-loathing, you choose.

* * * *
Wisdom is the coin of eternity.

* * * *
The patterning is early done.

* * * *
For the lack of a better word.

* * * *
The Great Nada is null and void from any get-go.

* * * *
How easily the powerful, the rich, the famous, descend into the despotic heights.

* * * *
Learning is a lifetime endeavor whether you like it or not.

* * * *
What coincidence that we make our gods as petty as we.

* * * *
Assumptions, assumptions, what is the human drama but a vast web of assumptions.

* * * *
What is the point of an education that only dumbs you down?

* * * *
Another birth, another death, oh yawn.

* * * *
Where there is quality, there is a value to which words can only hope to aspire.

* * * *
Feeling sorry for yourself is about as useless as it gets.

* * * *
Stay home whenever it suits you.

* * * *
What is the body but a slowly crumpling temple?

* * * *
Such a tale it is to be a thinker, an explorer of the mind and the universe it spawns.

* * * *
What proof can there possibly be that would leave you content?

* * * *
A few more nuances is all.

* * * *
What credentials are required to be godness but seeing it so.

* * * *
How did you learn to take it all so seriously?

* * * *
There is need, there is want, and often a great divide between.

* * * *
What is bliss but love of Self.

* * * *
There very much is a quantum beingness, and it is within and without all things.

* * * *
Die to It

* * * *
Whatever dystopian times are ahead for humankind, it is likely the mob will survive.

* * * *
What bitter end will you endure to play out this very worldly dream?

* * * *
Why should you care what anyone thinks of you, or anyone or anything else?

* * * *
You must approach this in warrior manner: fearless, assured, detached, immortal.

* * * *
Another case of the zig in zag and zag in zig.

* * * *
How can the Soul ever be what you think it is?

* * * *
Does anything really surprise you anymore?

* * * *
Entitlement is blindingly short-sighted.

* * * *
Perhaps if you stop judging yourself, you will cease doing it with others.

* * * *
Nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasure of your own company.

* * * *
Another legend to which any semblance to reality is lost.

* * * *
Punctuality is a myth once you discover it is only time.

* * * *
Make each breath one of inner adoration.

* * * *
You do not have to be Buddha to see the wisdom of it.

* * * *
What is the sun, what is the universe, but a tiny, brief sparkle in the infinity of your quantum sea.

* * * *
Look out into the void beyond the pale, and discern your shadow.

* * * *
We are all cousins of the same puddle, and star stuff before that, and before that, who can say?

* * * *
Ultimately, the real you has witnessed it all.

* * * *
How many times has it been said or written: The world is for those who lack imagination.

* * * *
Why should you ever blindly accept anything you cannot for your Self scientifically verify?

* * * *
When it comes to the grand infinity of it all, always paint the largest picture you can imagine.

* * * *
Is any deity worth its salt as vain as we?

* * * *
Any path to glory is but another story cast into the dusty wind of time.

* * * *
Consciousness is a web of its own making, with filaments linking every mind.

* * * *
You are as free as you manage your mind.

* * * *
Both enticing and repulsive at the same time.

* * * *
Step back and watch that life you pretend with the detached eye of awareness you really are.

* * * *
Everything is God, and how can you not be a part of everything?

* * * *
Nature tells you everything you need to know without uttering a single word.

* * * *
Rich man’s game, poor man’s fight.

* * * *
We all swim out to the depth we are most inclined, most comfortable.

* * * *
Where is the line between any us and them?

* * * *
The indolent mind is the breeding ground of superstition, dogma, delusion, and other absurdities.

* * * *
Assumptions all.

* * * *
The weight of history makes pawns of the living.

* * * *
What certainty can science attain in a sea of variables?

* * * *
This is all big bang.

* * * *
What is any hero but one who waylays all thought of consequence.

* * * *
The vapor of nothingness pretending it is somethingness.

* * * *
Define cute, and who the hell came up with pink?

* * * *
What a cruel joke it would be to bring someone back from the serenity of death.

* * * *
Most only escape into larger, more comfortable prisons.

* * * *
How quickly, how seamlessly, how timelessly, the future becomes the past.

* * * *
An inconvenient truth, indeed, indeed.

* * * *
The vapor of intelligence is the quantum fever come to life.

* * * *
The art of self-deception is about how good are you at lying to your Self.

* * * *
The level of intrigue to which you subscribe is the level of intrigue you will endure.

* * * *
A mindful mind is an empty mind.

* * * *
So much more stressful to be a human becoming than it is to be a human being.

* * * *
Mesmerized, polarized, demonized, terrorized.

* * * *
The orgasm is imagination’s explosion into oblivion.

* * * *
A good idea belongs to everyone.

* * * *
The decision is long since made, and we are, alas and so it goes, well past the veil of no return.

* * * *
So predictable as to be yawnworthy.

* * * *
Yet another non-issue to distract the mob.

* * * *
Pretense is the harbor of vanity.

* * * *
There is no inner, there is no outer, there is only the clarity of awareness.

* * * *
Has any war really ever been about anything more than avarice?

* * * *
It is the absurdity of fools to think genius can be educated.

* * * *
In consciousness, you are just another monkey; in awareness, well, that is another matter.

* * * *
The thoroughly modern moment.

* * * *
Truth is greater than any fiction, but you must get past all the stories to discern it.

* * * *
So many people, so late in the game.

* * * *
Truth is greater than any deity and requires no followers.

* * * *
Brighter does not mean wiser, nor dimmer, lesser.

* * * *
This, that, and the other thing, always bubbling into mind.

* * * *
What is the universe but a sparkle in your eye.

* * * *
If being cool is being stupid, might a good idea to pass.

* * * *
What is, and what is not, same thing.

* * * *
You cannot free any who will not break their own chains.

* * * *
Greed and vanity daily mock the lessons of history.

* * * *
A little fasting might be good preparation for the daze ahead.

* * * *
You are a human being by design only.

* * * *
You are the only thing personal in the grand indifference of it all.

* * * *
No faster way to domesticate, to tame, to lessen the fear of wildness, than to feed it.

* * * *
Some eyes become older than the stars.

* * * *
Entitlement across this modern world is coming to a close for many if not most, perhaps even all.

* * * *
Your skull is the finite edge of your infinitely imaginary universe.

* * * *
Pretty hard to see your Self when you do not really exist, and the eye that sees does not either.

* * * *
Truth, ephemeral as it is, is the only real gold.

* * * *
Eternity is an awfully long timeless to stay still, ergo, genesis.

* * * *
What has any Hallmark holiday become but a manic frenzy of obligatory consumption.

* * * *
Rare is the monkey-mind that fully embraces change.

* * * *
If it is not free and clear, it is not true.

* * * *
Irony and paradox rule the roost in the most subtle and profound ways.

* * * *
Existence is but an intoxicating dream, an illusion which few have wit to set true.

* * * *
Give yourself over to it, be here now unto thy Self.

* * * *
It is through reflection upon the looking glass of imagination that all is seen and unseen.

* * * *
What moral of any story cannot stand alone?

* * * *
What are words and numbers but sounds given concept.

* * * *
Wacko is as wacko does.

* * * *
The obvious is not for many if not most, much like common sense is to fewer than common allows.

* * * *
It’s a mob-eat-mob world.

* * * *
You need not be an expert in something to see which way the wind blows.

* * * *
Anybody can write a story, true or no.

* * * *
Between black and white, an ocean of gray.

* * * *
Are you really as (your word here) as you are starting to look?

* * * *
Nuances come and go, but he gist remains the same.

* * * *
Awakening to the greatest reality is a whole brain thing.

* * * *
Self-absorption makes possible every absurdity imaginable.

* * * *
How insatiable the one-percenters and their minions.

* * * *
Any Supreme Being worth its salt must surely be greater than any earthly claims.

* * * *
No pedestal for our kind, sorry.

* * * *
A tincture of absurdity is remedy to the same.

* * * *
More is never enough for the insatiable mind.

* * * *
Wisdom is the distillation of many foolish blunders.

* * * *
Smoke gets in your mind.

* * * *
What a luxury it is to not have to care.

* * * *
Awareness is indifferent to what plays out in its hollow ground.

* * * *
Our kind, our unkind.

* * * *
Death is always just offstage, sharpening its scythe, awaiting its cue.

* * * *
Star stuff as far as the mind can see.

* * * *
The farthest reaches are not that far in the great and small of it all.

* * * *
The pretense, the pretense.

* * * *
What are beginnings and endings but markers of mind of journeys between.

* * * *
Even the smallest blade can carve its way to the heart.

* * * *
If something is true, why would it matter who said it when or where?

* * * *
Just another bacteria swarming to the edge of the petri dish.

* * * *
Like fire, like smoke.

* * * *
In what way-back-when did the first hint of imagination flicker?

* * * *
Get over your Self.

* * * *
Each of us creating our universe, one moment at a time.

* * * *
The Wizard will know, Toto.

* * * *
Awareness is the touchstone of existence.

* * * *
Play on, Nero, play on.

* * * *
And what is the point of clinging to a paradigm that is no longer functional?

* * * *
Breed on, maggots.

* * * *
There are the clever, and then there are the assholes.

* * * *
What you will is bound by what you can.

* * * *
We all have our little patch of jungle.

* * * *
Not everyone pulls out their wallet when Hallmark beckons.

* * * *
What is the world, the universe, but a habit formed by the conditioning of time.

* * * *
Is a relationship in a power struggle one worth abiding?

* * * *
Who is educated but s/he who has learned to learn.

* * * *
Every limb has its regulars.

* * * *
Yet another betrayal spins into future past.

* * * *
It is just your DNA talking.

* * * *
The dead can only live through you.

* * * *
Who can forever protect those who cannot or will not fend for themselves?

* * * *
It will keep on going the way it is until the giving world has nothing left to give the taking people.

* * * *
Self is not self.

* * * *
And then consciousness lost the reigns, and all evaporated into nothing again.

* * * *
You have arrived.

* * * *
Regarding the human drama, is it really headed in any direction you want to sojourn?

* * * *
The senses are mesmerizing deceivers in this quantum dream, and the mind the willing deceivee.

* * * *
A still mind is an empty set unto its Self.

* * * *
What is freedom but a state of mind to which even detachment is without attachment.

* * * *
Yet another break-away moment.

* * * *
You can bet you are in other people’s minds as they are in yours.

* * * *
If pink is beauty, what color is ugly?

* * * *
Some just have hard lessons ahead, no two ways about it.

* * * *
What is identity but the wind of imagination.

* * * *
Any fool can pull a trigger.

* * * *
Living for likes, what in some deity’s name is the point of that?

* * * *
Archetypes all.

* * * *
To enjoy your own company, now that is a little slice of heaven.

* * * *
Desire and fear:  Do you play with them, or they with you?

* * * *
The limits of science are the limits of mind.

* * * *
Always beginning, always ending, consciousness is like that.

* * * *
The whimsy of neurons and glands is ceaseless.

* * * *
An awful lot of effort for all the nothingness you can hold onto.

* * * *
What need have the dead for vanity, theirs or yours?

* * * *
Friendship without debt is the crème de la crème.

* * * *
To the far reaches of whose mind are you traveling?

* * * *
All knowledge is spun from the nothingness of the awareness prior to imagination.

* * * *
Oh, joy, more pain, how droll.

* * * *
Nothing to portend, nothing to defend.

* * * *
What is a chameleon but a dancer in whatever mists arise.

* * * *
Getting old gets old.

* * * *
What is any given moment but another set of perceptions quickly vaporizing into vague memory.

* * * *
Beneath the indifferent sun and moon, above the indifferent ground, unceasing drama.

* * * *
So much foolery from one mind to another.

* * * *
Between Mother Nature and mean, greedy people, in general, you’re screwed.

* * * *
What a knack the mind has for creating every sort of bother.

* * * *
The past cannot own you but through your own consent.

* * * *
Ignorance and stupidity do not suffer mockery well.

* * * *
Is it really all about owning what you no longer want much less need?

* * * *
No one teaches anything unless the student takes the bait.

* * * *
An entire universe moving in your mind.

* * * *
More than a few untraceable memories in every mind.

* * * *
Every flower, no matter how unique, is only born once.

* * * *
What is the keyboard but the stylus of these our modern times.

* * * *
Just being, how amazing that it is not enough for so many.

* * * *
The big bang, genesis, whatever you want to call it, is still underway, and very much includes you.

* * * *
You are but an ephemeral reflection of the many-faced mystery.

* * * *
What madness so many, by the twists and turns of their nature-nurture, are called to play.

* * * *
It is all you, it is all not you, challenging as it is to endure sometimes.

* * * *
Another snippet for the neuron trail to slice into vague perception.

* * * *
There is no something for those who abide nothing.

* * * *
Is any given life really any more than a footprint in the sand in the middle of a tempest?

* * * *
Such a curious thing how so many live for what others think of them.

* * * *
Hope and pray all you please, but not being prepared is on you.

* * * *
Which tomorrow will it be today?

* * * *
Your lifetime of post-traumatic stress is well-stirred into the hearty stew your mind-body daily endures.

* * * *
Who were you before the world was invented?

* * * *
Same jungle, different metaphors.

* * * *
It may be less about the pain than how it was endured and what it taught.

* * * *
Some daze so immortal, and more than a few not.

* * * *
Is this awake enough for you?

* * * *
Little children can be so cute, and then they grow up.

* * * *
War!  War!  What is it good for?  Well, mayhem and plunder, of course, duh.

* * * *
What is a calling but an inexplicable inclination whose source is unknown.

* * * *
Largeness is a matter of degree, but at what point is something too big or too small?

* * * *
Revenge: Sometimes a long memory thing; sometimes something best remedied quickly.

* * * *
What’s worse than stupid, but annoyingly stupid.

* * * *
Nothing happened again today.

* * * *
You are the hunger for everything; you are its cessation.

* * * *
There may be security in numbers if you are in the right set of numbers.

* * * *
Opinions: everyone’s got them, and all, meaningless as they are, seem real enough at the time.

* * * *
Attitude is all: Innocence can be rekindled if you so choose.

* * * *
Ethical dilemmas and esoteric quandaries are both luxuries of a full belly.

* * * *
All knowing is ultimately nothing more than imagination pretending itself real.

* * * *
The price of the ticket:  Injury, illness, decline, death.

* * * *
In the very still, here-now moment, not a hint of memory is abided.

* * * *
In the ultimate reality, have you ever even once moved?

* * * *
And how would you like spending your entire life in a cage?

* * * *
Nothing happens in a vacuum.

* * * *
And the difference between humankind and Killer Bees is what again?

* * * *
Even a tiny slice of too much is too much sometimes.

* * * *
The optimist’s delusion, the cynic’s joy, the pessimist’s creed, the fool’s preserve.

* * * *
Wind and waves are only different in quantum inflection.

* * * *
If the soul is awareness, is it any less indifferent than the universe from which it is spawned?

* * * *
What is identity but a voluntary assertion.

* * * *
Nobody is anybody without someone else to witness it.

* * * *
There is no higher authority, nor any authority, actually.

* * * *
Freedom is just a word, eternal awareness its only reality.

* * * *
And what else could be said of it?

* * * *
What irony that so many expect of others what they cannot nor would ever do.

* * * *
Same stardust in every eye.

* * * *
Namaste, to all brothers, all sisters, all critters of every hue and cry.

* * * *
History is laced with many a shallow grave.

* * * *
The mystery is neither good nor evil as much as it is indifferent.

* * * *
A worthy aphorism takes you to the hint of the moment that inspired it.

* * * *
Very funny in a very unfunny sort of way.

* * * *
This moment is effortless … All you need do is let go … Bwahahaha …

* * * *
Is the freedom imagined by consciousness really freedom?

* * * *
The tree rings of imagination weave through the dream you play.

* * * *
Is any future but a projected past?

* * * *
All that treasury donated to mere ideas, hopes, and dreams.

* * * *
Creator and creation, how can they be separate in the ultimate sense, really?

* * * *
Can you hear what does not interest you, or what you are not ready for?

* * * *
The quantum plays out every pattern with immaculate perfection.

* * * *
Tyranny hath no bounds but compassion born in the eye of self-refection.

* * * *
In all futures past and all pasts future, you ever are the same eternal nowness.

* * * *
Swimming on two legs in a quantum sea, you are, you are.

* * * *
A little hunger makes everything more tasty.

* * * *
Breathe content, breathe free.

* * * *
Brilliance lights every nuance the mind is capable of harvesting.

* * * *
Might be better to look to your own glass house than to play the judge in so many others.

* * * *
It will never be done.

* * * *
The iron is not well struck when it is cold.

* * * *
What touches you but that which is allowed to weave your thoughts?

* * * *
What is age but the same wind blowing through tattered sails.

* * * *
No one can be that I Am That you are but you.

* * * *
The potential for mindless dogma is a shadow in every thought.

* * * *
Life is bumpy for all, harsh for many, brutal for the unlucky rest.

* * * *
We are all a bit eccentric about ourselves and our worldview, are we not?

* * * *
Nothing romantic about nothing.

* * * *
You need not keep the world in your head all the time.

* * * *
Squeezing out the last few bitter drops: Is that the wisest course of action?

* * * *
The predictability!  The predictability!

* * * *
Just because you do not want to look at it does not make it untrue.

* * * *
Time skewers all.

* * * *
Can’t kill what was never born.

* * * *
Peace is not the opposite of anything; it is the cessation of everything.

* * * *
Boo, I see you.

* * * *
For a few moments, be the inside of your eyelids.

* * * *
The human paradigm is like cement hardening into dystopian chaos.

* * * *
Curiosity does not abide time well.

* * * *
We only get wrinkled and gray on the outside.

* * * *
What’s the saturation point of your realm of consciousness?

* * * *
In every breath, in every step, the unchanging.

* * * *
Alas, that tired old ankle just don’t turn as pretty as it did in that vague way-back-when.

* * * *
There is but one witness at the source of all things.

* * * *
Awareness is the still hum, the silent Om.

* * * *
Good and evil exist only in consciousness; the ultimate is quite free of either.

* * * *
Locked up in a prison of flesh and bones, you are, you are, until death comes with the key.

* * * *
Cynicism is just seeing things for what they appear to be, not what they are.

* * * *
Best face your demons if you are ever to discern they are nothing but imaginary notions.

* * * *
How sweet the solitude of the cosmic mind.

* * * *
Mum’s the word.

* * * *
How could stars across the cosmos shine so without the light of your awareness?

* * * *
Just because you choose not to go there does not mean it is not there.

* * * *
None alike, all alike.

* * * *
A wedding ring may as well include a ball and chain the way some approach relationship.

* * * *
The eternal moment perceives no wind, no attributes, whatsoever.

* * * *
The co-dependencies ebb and flow unfathomably across the pale.

* * * *
We are all but glimmers of the sun’s glory, and fertilizer for the earth’s abundance.

* * * *
How many names of god are we all the time arguing about, anyway?

* * * *
How can any seed be more than a one-shot blueprint?

* * * *
Anticipation can be far more painful than many a consequence.

* * * *
Death humbles all.

* * * *
Polite applause for a show over-well done.

* * * *
The smoke of consciousness whirls and curls in the sea of awareness.

* * * *
Imagination is the time machine in which you daily travel.

* * * *
That to which you cling is never real.

* * * *
Some secrets should never be told.

* * * *
To be utterly alone in the swirl of consciousness, that is the momentary challenge.

* * * *
This trumps everything.

* * * *
No middleman for these words; you are on your own.

* * * *
Yet another uncoupled couple.

* * * *
Some people just always seem to pick the wrong horses.

* * * *
What is consciousness but eternity playing in time.

* * * *
How accurate is any story, really?

* * * *
You are as infinitesimal or infinite as you imagine.

* * * *
Anticipation is the stagecraft of suffering.

* * * *
The winds of nature-nature partner up to write the program sometimes called fate.

* * * *
Eternity is free, and spent before you know it.

* * * *
Aloneness, be okay with it.

* * * *
What is death but that good night’s sleep for which you have long yearned.

* * * *
Truth is not about dogma, idols, or fairy tales.

* * * *
How did you function before the ascendancy of the ego identity?  Effortlessly, of course.

* * * *
What adaptive effort it takes for all the other critters to survive us.

* * * *
DNA plays out whatever cards are drawn, whatever dice are thrown.

* * * *
It is only other-worldly if you cannot bring it to this one.

* * * *
There is nothing to contemplate.

* * * *
Curious how all other religions are the idolatry of false gods but their own.

* * * *
A child does not build sandcastles but to ward off the King of the Sea.

* * * *
Psst … look … the veil is moving … and you are not.

* * * *
Prior to the passionate mind, a sea of tranquility.

* * * *
Once the door to inquiry is unblocked, the quest will never stop for those bent on truth.

* * * *
A metaphor is only as useful as it is understood.

* * * *
What is meditation if not abiding in the awakened-snooze-button zone?

* * * *
All paths are uncertain, even the known ones.

* * * *
You are the equal witness in all.

* * * *
A exponentially accelerating world in which no solution is viable.

* * * *
We all cherry-pick our modus operandi from those whose lives we travel.

* * * *
History is a ever-leaking bucket of metaphors.

* * * *
More to forget.

* * * *
The emptiness!  The emptiness!

* * * *
It is all you in every shape and time imaginable.

* * * *
Ruminating over what never was, what never will be.

* * * *
A world of personalities; one quantum Soul, one quantum Self.

* * * *
Align with your assumptions, and what do you got?  Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo.

* * * *
No response is the response.

* * * *
How my imaginary ego views your imaginary ego is the story between us.

* * * *
Guilt is heady stuff.

* * * *
What is any god-man but the one who realizes the witness within for what it truly is.

* * * *
Vanity is the poof of human egocentricity.

* * * *
Letting go of everything is the living death of eternal life.

* * * *
Easy to be fierce on a keyboard.

* * * *
It is all just a big game of pretend, a make-believe-to-be-or-not-to-be theater from the get-go.

* * * *
So many ways to die; which will be yours?

* * * *
Love is at best a many-splendored paradox, and at worst a cruel hoax.

* * * *
None of this exists, really, so go home whenever it suits you and the given circumstance.

* * * *
What is effortlessness but a calm indifference.

* * * *
By the time you read such as this, you likely have your own show pretty much down.

* * * *
No, that is not you.

* * * *
Though the patterns recycle again and again, no mind can ever think the same.

* * * *
What if you don’t want to care anymore?

* * * *
You are only a prisoner of time if you allow it to reign your mind.

* * * *
Putting the human species on a pedestal is nothing more than self-serving absurdity.

* * * *
Through all potentials, you are.

* * * *
What is belief but believing in so many things; all of it, in fact.

* * * *
Vanity can always find ways to hurt itself if that is its inclination.

* * * *
Eternity cannot be discerned through the veil of time.

* * * *
History is but a fluke of evolution.

* * * *
Easy answers are not necessarily true; true answers are not necessarily easy.

* * * *
Is it even worth arguing about anymore?

* * * *
The mind is a weather system unto its Self.

* * * *
To go postal, or not to go postal, that is the question.

* * * *
The matrix is both infinitesimally and infinitely singular.

* * * *
So committed to our little parts that we die to play them.

* * * *
Doubt is not something that can be inspired or forced.

* * * *
How could any deity-upon-high ever compete with your vanity?

* * * *
Wandering from veil to veil does not for freedom make.

* * * *
Why is it necessary to believe in anything when just being is mystery enough.

* * * *
Saving the world one whale, one bottle cap, one computer chip at a time.

* * * *
What name can withstand the test of timelessness?

* * * *
Sometimes the ocean, sometimes the crashing waves.

* * * *
History is best used as a tool for reflection, not an end in itself.

* * * *
Consequences, consequences.

* * * *
What is betrayal but trust forever lost.

* * * *
Every history a black hole of inaccuracy.

* * * *
The awakening is in each and every moment for those capable of giving it full attention.

* * * *
Martyrdom has a way of sculpting vanity immortal.

* * * *
Technology cannot forever plug the dike of its ever-accelerating exponential creation.

* * * *
God is but another of imagination’s countless inventions.

* * * *
It might be said you can just about do anything if you approach it with due moderation.

* * * *
The Wild West of imagination is without end.

* * * *
Discern the state neither empty nor full.

* * * *
Think streaming in a multi-dimensional, timeless sense.

* * * *
What puny gods to which these mortals bleat.

* * * *
Kick the world out and in aloneness dwell.

* * * *
Stories can disclose great truths, but they can also mask even greater lies.

* * * *
The drama!  The drama!

* * * *
What more could there possibly be but this here, this now, forever.

* * * *
Tears or laughter, it washes out the same.

* * * *
Let go, be free.

* * * *
Many are called, few are chosen, fewer still volunteer.

* * * *
The art of any given creation includes knowing when to stop.

* * * *
Another monkey getting his dime’s worth.

* * * *
A mind washed free of its chatter is a mind in which the eternal life like a lotus abides.

* * * *
And soon it will never have mattered at all.

* * * *
Probably best not to use words like human and sane in the same sentence.

* * * *
Another sacrifice to the Vanities

* * * *
The mind that accumulates only falls into an agony of daily proportion.

* * * *
At what age have you not been you?

* * * *
The creative process is to die for.

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

* * * *
Rats and cockroaches never had it so good.

* * * *
What is desire but a primal hunger on steroids in consciousness.

* * * *
Does entitlement ever work out well for long?

* * * *
You do not need a piece of paper to doubt a lie.

* * * *
Process is the timeless state of mind from which all artistry is born.

* * * *
Is life war?  Is life peace?  Depends on the given day.

* * * *
What can be wrong about any linguistic spin that conveys meaning?

* * * *
Let pride be someone else’s problem.

* * * *
If you want respect, you must give respect, even if you do not mean it.

* * * *
Another day, same game.

* * * *
Fits right in to the murky edge beyond the pale.

* * * *
Yet another lost generation.

* * * *
Curious how so many have no ability to self-reflect beyond their vanity.

* * * *
Though it is but a brief dream, your mortal fate is unchangeable and inescapable.

* * * *
It is not your pay grade to know.

* * * *
Today is tomorrow in some yesterday.

* * * *
Nothing is true all the time.

* * * *
There is, to be sure, one in everything.

* * * *
The seeker who discerns  and abides that which is sought attains the peace of the eternal mind.

* * * *
Time: A delusion of an illusion.

* * * *
We cannot help our beginnings, only parlay the endings.

* * * *
Suicide is just not waiting for someone or something else to make the inevitable decision.

* * * *
Details, details, in which hell resides.

* * * *
Haven’t you done that enough?

* * * *
You have already been given the reward: It is called life.

* * * *
In a world, a universe of possibilities, the Great Quantum explores all.

* * * *
Attempt to describe your Self however you please, the sounds never even for a moment stick.

* * * *
Why be critical of something you no longer are?  Love thy Self.

* * * *
Big mind, little mind, same thing but for the cloak of divisibility over the latter.

* * * *
The butterfly wing’s flap, the elephant’s belch, the snake’s slither, the gnat’s fart, all connected.

* * * *
Skin color is no indicator of intelligence; every mind is a universe unto its Self.

* * * *
In the dreams of those immersed in totality, it does not matter what any other thinks.

* * * *
What to say to those who have spent so much of their time not looking for themselves.

* * * *
Except in the dreams of imagination, there has never been an individual soul.

* * * *
What you fear most, what you desire most, is what you have in imagination created.

* * * *
Are you this pretending That, or That pretending this?

* * * *
The freedom of being is in the seamlessness of each and every moment.

* * * *
Seven going on eight going on nine-plus-plus too many human beings on this poor Madre.

* * * *
What a mystery Eden; a shame we did not treat it with much more respect.

* * * *
That moment will come soon enough, no point endlessly worrying about it.

* * * *
Breathe in, breath out, eternal life, now.

* * * *
Do not call it anything, just be alone in the awareness prior to consciousness.

* * * *
Allow the clear sky back into your mind.

* * * *
Nobody can ever really see you until they see themselves as you do your Self.

* * * *
You are not required to participate in any way but your own: You are your own law.

* * * *
From whence do avalanches begin?

* * * *
Any hell is of its own making, a set of narrowing, limiting choices born of an imaginary field.

* * * *
Happy Birthday, Son of Santa Claus.

* * * *
Each of us wandering our own infinite universe, creating for others to discern what they choose.

* * * *
You are herein free of all and none.

* * * *
Any discerning drop knows its source.

* * * *
Another long ago in the same right now.

* * * *
Another day's sweat and toil washes down to the sea.

* * * *
If you could read my mind, love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.

* * * *
What happens when there are too many monkeys in the only tree in the forest?

* * * *
"How many times have I died for you?" the Jester wondered on his newly minted cross.

* * * *
What a jealous, angry, petty, inane god, so many with such diligence imagine.

* * * *
Give up knowing, embrace the stillness before time.

* * * *
Truth or idolatry?

* * * *
Believe nothing.

* * * *
Ya had to be there.

* * * *
Introspection, eternally pointless.

* * * *
Time to move on to what I Am is about.

* * * *
So infinite as to be both impossible and plausible.

* * * *
What is wrong with a little compassion toward those who really need and deserve it?

* * * *
We battle over nothing, really.

* * * *
Nothing means nothing.

* * * *
So much not to care about.

* * * *
Hate is a curious undertaking.

* * * *
No harm in admitting what you don't know, which is a heck of a lot, really.

* * * *
Before pride, all so-called sins wander to and fro as they please.

* * * *
Reclaim the birthright that is all you really are.

* * * *
Live now, die now, it is ever the same.

* * * *
You are awareness caught up in a sensory dream.

* * * *
To what would any delusional mind have to compare it?

* * * *
You would not bother with all these words if you were truly done with it.

* * * *
Discerning your universe, one seamless breath, one seamless moment at a time.

* * * *
It is only suffocating if you do not remember to breathe.

* * * *
Just doing whatever comes to mind.

* * * *
Nature is nothing but what it is.

* * * *
Choose your absurdity.

* * * *
In a league of your own.

* * * *
Many are called, and fools are rarely chosen.

* * * *
You will not discern your immortality in the world

* * * *
Just another entry in this stream of consciousness.

* * * *
You are not responsible for what anyone thinks or does.

* * * *
If you know you wouldn't do it again, then regret has done all it can do.

* * * *
What is so hard about being totally free inwardly?

* * * *
Ultimately, there is no answer but you.

* * * *
It is not your dream, or my dream, it is the dream.

* * * *
See which way the wind stills.

* * * *
Quantum menagerie.

* * * *
Be true to your Self.

* * * *
How free is free?

* * * *
You are all potentials.

* * * *
Nothing makes some content.

* * * *
You really own nothing: Neither your body, your mind, your things, nor even your existence.

* * * *
Only in awareness are you immortal.

* * * *
Another mind off out in the deep end of wacko.

* * * *
Be as simple or complex as you please, it is the same.

* * * *
The drama of ants will out.

* * * *
Every ear, every mind, its own translation.

* * * *
Nothing matters, everything matters.

* * * *
Alone again, naturally.

* * * *
Anything and everything is samadhi, yoga, union.

* * * *
It is all you, and you it, so what need to think about it?

* * * *
What matter the vanities of this world, or any other?

* * * *
Find the deepest desire, the deepest fear, and erase them.

* * * *
Prior to all cause and effect, you are.

* * * *
Dissolve within.

* * * *
What's to know?  What's not to know?

* * * *
Bliss is the eternal orgasm.

* * * *
Get back to what you truly are.

* * * *
Where does coveting really get you?

* * * *
If we were worms, flies or cockroaches, would we be so proud?

* * * *
Whatever you think it is, it is, and it is not.

* * * *
Existence is a means to an end, nothing more, nothing less.

* * * *
Human drama, human trauma.

* * * *
Dissolving the mind one aphorism at a time.

* * * *
Awareness is the nectar of the beingness.

* * * *
Stand tall, rest assured, you are That I Am.

* * * *
Nothing can be proved; it is an experiential fact.

* * * *
Equanimity is the eternal balance between body, mind, heart and Soul.

* * * *
What name can possibly be attached to that from which all sound flows?

* * * *
Are you ready to call it a life?

* * * *
It’s a two-legged thing.

* * * *
Game over.

* * * *
Be ... free.

* * * *
Nobody knows.

* * * *
Everything else is self-serving absurdity.

* * * *
Is that something you really need to know?

* * * *
No need to apologize more than once, if at all.

* * * *
Sometimes too weary to continue, yet still you carry on.

* * * *
Just primates in boots and heels.

* * * *
Want everything, want nothing, is there any difference, really?

* * * *
Fools tarry in the world.

* * * *
It all means everything, it all means nothing.

* * * *
Another drop of Soul haunted by the many voices playing out in mind’s mortal theater.

* * * *
Attain the immeasurable richness of the complete and utter simplicity within.

* * * *
Explore everything anew every moment possible.

* * * *
And Atlas tossed the world of mind into a new orbit.

* * * *
So much gibberish, none of it truly important.

* * * *
Same old, same old, for the very first time.

* * * *
Never mind.

* * * *
You are absolutely nothing in the most profound sense.

* * * *
How has all this come about, a mystery that has no answer.

* * * *
Be as an infant in the womb – serene, aware, unattached – with malice toward none.

* * * *
What consciousness hath set apart, let consciousness render whole again.

* * * *
Why bother holding on to all the memories of what has only ever been a dream?

* * * *
The last real freedom you had was the moment before the seeds of consciousness took root.

* * * *
Every life form is a shard of the Truth, the Life and the Way.

* * * *
Manifestation is the limitation of one form or another.

* * * *
Remember nothing. remember everything,

* * * *
The limitations of the mind and body, real as they seem at the time, are entirely imagined.

* * * *
The dream will out, and the we who are me will witness it all.

* * * *
The greater the anger, the greater the illusion.

* * * *
Seers walk a singular path.

* * * *
The Way sets the ground rules of the manifest game, not you.

* * * *
A daydream of sorts, and nothing to show for it.

* * * *
What is there to do, really, but love thy Self.

* * * *
Why not?

* * * *
Equal indifference to all.

* * * *
The play of quantum ether.

* * * *
Pretty darned amazing, this seemingly endless mystery to which you are witness.

* * * *
Can you ever be truly happy with what any other offers?

* * * *
Merge into the awareness of consciousness, and what duality can there possibly be?

* * * *
Dread is the anxiety over the seemingly endless variety of pains inflicted by time.

* * * *
The relativity of all things is immeasurable.

* * * *
To see this. is the end of the world as you know it.

* * * *
The brass ring is yours if you dare to be free enough to seize it.

* * * *
Why stick around for bad theater with a wearing and predictable ending?

* * * *
The yoga of mind is the unraveling of the veil.

* * * *
The man behind the mask is dead: Long live the mask.

* * * *
Can you ever be truly happy with what the other offers?

* * * *
Merge into the awareness of consciousness, and what duality can there possibly be?

* * * *
The senses and mind will always deny you your birthright if you allow it.

* * * *
Know thy Self, and what any other thinks of you means nothing.

* * * *
What do you remember but the remnants of a touchy-feely three-dimensional dream?

* * * *
The challenge is to forget it all, and be the you, you really are, have ever been, will ever be.

* * * *
Prior to love, nothing.

* * * *
Be totally vulnerable, totally anonymous, totally true to the one and only Self within.

* * * *
You are herein bid to wake up, all you sweet souls and dark villains.

* * * *
How free dare you be?

* * * *
Oh well, indeed.

* * * *
A very detached vision.

* * * *
And when all plays are done, you will still be you.

* * * *
Do you see the game you daily play?

* * * *
Memes, you are surrounded by memes.

* * * *
The remedy to self-destruction is intelligence.

* * * *
What can any dream possibly offer to the real you?

* * * *
Undying, this eternal mind born of time.

* * * *
Absolute freedom is the only given.

* * * *
Guard against it being about you.

* * * *
Pretty matter of fact, really.

* * * *
To want nothing is to want for nothing.

* * * *
It is the freedom of those who require nothing.

* * * *
By whatever sword one carries, each perishes alone.

* * * *
So much for that idea.

* * * *
None of it really means anything.

* * * *
Through fire, the blade gains immortality.

* * * *
You are not perfect in what you say or do, but in what you immutably are.

* * * *
You are not of the conscious design, merely witness to its play.

* * * *
What does it mean, eternity begins when you die?

* * * *
What is freedom to you, a concept, or a fact?

* * * *
Shields of bullshit.

* * * *
Think jacuzzi bubbles.

* * * *
Thoughts are merely habits, patterns, babbling away.

* * * *
Open eyes are so easily enticed into the endless delusions of illusion.

* * * *
What pride need there be when you are the source of all things great and small?

* * * *
Live and learn, die anyway.

* * * *
Knowledge has its limits, that which is prior, none.

* * * *
Never say forever.

* * * *
Are your eyes that closed?

* * * *
You know all … in your dream.

* * * *
Amazing that anyone would take anything for granted.

* * * *
Every life dies, but the essence that is never born, can never die.

* * * *
The unbounded is discerned through limitation awakened.

* * * *
How inflated the mind mesmerized by the senses.

* * * *
Who is there to please, really, but your Self?

* * * *
If you want nothing, what is there to fear?

* * * *
The manifest world is but a dream, which all inhabit and play out as their nature demands.

* * * *
The one who can play the fool is at the greatest advantage on the road to Self-discovery.

* * * *
You are innocent of all charges.

* * * *
As if you had any say in the matter.

* * * *
Just another corpse waiting to happen.

* * * *
What is time and space but a function of memory cells.

* * * *
What incredible stress self-loathing places upon the mind-body-spirit.

* * * *
All life is a vast collection of seeds born of the same essence.

* * * *
Reality is in the still immediacy prior to consciousness.

* * * *
A pathless path as clear as awareness its Self.

* * * *
Harmony is in every streaming moment, the only now there has ever really been.

* * * *
Astounding all the things you have known and forgotten, and you ain’t dead yet.

* * * *
Memes die hard.

* * * *
True love of Self is the inescapable potential of any given life.

* * * *
How could your version of the universe have existed before you created it?

* * * *
The You that you really are is all you really need.

* * * *
Total madness, or the sanest thing you will ever imagine?

* * * *
Even the merest shadow of the movement of time can darken the mind.

* * * *
To see what is really going on, always look between the lines.

* * * *
Bits and pieces flowing alongside in streamtime.

* * * *
A state of mindlessness.

* * * *
What an absurd beast, pride.

* * * *
Why pretend to own anything?

* * * *
Another harbinger of doom, no doubt.

* * * *
This moment, too, is the ether of the nothingness.

* * * *
What to do when nothingness becomes the default setting.

* * * *
The grace of eternal life is in each and every breath, each and every step.

* * * *
A cosmic conspiracy is no doubt afoot for the many that harbor such pointless notions.

* * * *
Real faith, real belief, is the relinquishment of everything in any given moment.

* * * *
To be free of this body, or not, that is the choiceless choice of it.

* * * *
You must discover it totally alone.

* * * *
To neither want, nor not want.

* * * *
You are not the body, you are immortal, figure it out.

* * * *
Nothing honey.

* * * *
Nothing is all right by me.

* * * *
Every tool has its time and place.

* * * *
Every set of eyes a witness to a dream of awareness playing out consciousness.

* * * *
A full breath is the charioteer of stillness so absolute.

* * * *
What sense of both freedom and imprisonment imagination can be.

* * * *
What vision can there be for the blind, what sound for the deaf?

* * * *
It is the mind that differentiates all things, not you.

* * * *
The truth all have in common is within.

* * * *
You are as you think … or not.

* * * *
Do not mind.

* * * *
Do nothing well.

* * * *
So beyond any control.

* * * *
The perceiver is in all, and all are in it.

* * * *
You are that from which all creation is made manifest.

* * * *
Perhaps some of the most profound thoughts have yet to be written.

* * * *
If some confining dogma suits you better than truth, so be it.

* * * *
Letting pride sit the back seat is likely rarely a bad idea.

* * * *
Each drop must evaporate to again become whole.

* * * *
You do, indeed, have a fondness for blaspheme.

* * * *
A rich life can be had on a dime.

* * * *
How much is too much, and how little is too little, there’s the rub, indeed.

* * * *
What is reality?  You.

* * * *
Zounds!  It's true!

* * * *
What in any god's name is there to be afraid of?

* * * *
Settle for lies, and that is more than likely what you will get.

* * * *
You observe them, and they you, but likely not in quite the same way.

* * * *
How wearing to care about so many things that have never really mattered.

* * * *
If you had any other moment, when would it, could it, possibly be?

* * * *
Why do you deny your Self, when it is your only reality?

* * * *
Join together in the ground within.

* * * *
God loves dice, Mr. Einstein.

* * * *
Loyalty: Priceless.

* * * *
Grande Nada Supreme.

* * * *
There is only awareness, everything else is babble.

* * * *
More vanity … Ho-hum and yawn.

* * * *
Why make it so hard on your Self?

* * * *
To the moth, I say, let the flame burn alone.

* * * *
Why judge the infinity of possibilities that You your Self are?

* * * *
What is your default setting, little self or Big Self?

* * * *
‘Tis so amazing, this non-existent existence.

* * * *
What a wonder those who cannot even begin to look to see what is true.

* * * *
Tired of filling space that does not need filling.

* * * *
Consciousness is playing itself out through you.

* * * *
Get humble.

* * * *
Only you are true.

* * * *
What's your calling?

* * * *
Absolutely under the radar.

* * * *
Holding on to nothing is not an easy thing to do.

* * * *
If everyone gave everything away, what would any get in return?

* * * *
You have as much access to the sun as any who have ever dreamt in time.

* * * *
It is a mind in ever-present movement that creates the other.

* * * *
Happiness is in the unassailable awareness within each and every eternal moment.

* * * *
Identity is merely a cloak of illusion.

* * * *
You are your Self, once again.

* * * *
Sip eternity’s infinite elixer.

* * * *
Did nothing again today.

* * * *
Benign in all things.

* * * *
Raise the bar.

* * * *
Théâtre absurde.

* * * *
Metaphysical, indeed, indeed.

* * * *
Why pay interest on your pleasure?

* * * *
No matter how much you believe you know, it is merely bits and pieces of a dream unknown.

* * * *
Perhaps the only thing from which you can never be free is the nowness.

* * * *
Beware those who want to lead you.

* * * *
When there's nothing left to eat, we'll eat each other.

* * * *
Why be anything more than what the moment calls for?

* * * *
You can imagine it whatever you will, or just be it, pure and still.

* * * *
It was technology that created the problem; it will not be technology that solves it.

* * * *
Not harming others is a challenge; not harming your mind-body even  more so.

* * * *
The world is really nothing more than a spinning ball of distraction.

* * * *
Ever rending then mending that which is indivisibly flawless.

* * * *
What care blackboards for all the chalky scribblings that come and go like clouds in the sky?

* * * *
Naught but an imaginary dream, the smoke of time wafts where it will.

* * * *
Awareness is the ether in which earth, wind, water, and fire dance in consciousness.

* * * *
When is just enough just enough?

* * * *
Go Blank

* * * *
What is awareness but a bubble of immeasurable potential.

* * * *
Every mind a new genesis.

* * * *
And what indicators are you using to field that little play of delusion?

* * * *
It is your universe; explore it as you will.

* * * *
You have in the ultimate reality always been wrestling with your Self.

* * * *
Consciousness, it can be enjoyable, it can be painful, but not for more than a moment at a time.

* * * *
Immortality of the mortal kind.

* * * *
Looking back in the vague traces of memory, has not the awareness always been the same?

* * * *
The stew of mortality is daily stirred anew.

* * * *
We are all that which is the ultimate, but not in any way we think.

* * * *
A spoonful of anticipation is the best way to solve a problem.

* * * *
A well-rounded, science-based, agnostic education makes for intellectual sobriety.

* * * *
There is no figurative in the inquiry into Self.

* * * *
All fates are sculpted by the same wind.

* * * *
Life is best served raw.

* * * *
A Frankenstein world cannot be undone.

* * * *
Rest assured that your vanity and my vanity are equally absurd.

* * * *
It may be less about what you do than what you be.

* * * *
Any offer requires an acceptance for it not to die on the vine.

* * * *
Time is full of immortalized thinkers, many of whom were likely not all that likeable in person.

* * * *
Round and round the tent you may go, but your assumptions color the show.

* * * *
The winds that sculpt any mind-body are uniquely imagined.

* * * *
What is rational, and what is not rational, need we ask anyone to tell us these things?

* * * *
The things for which we settle in the much ado about nothing.

* * * *
That we relentlessly battle over differences in vibration, how silly is that?

* * * *
Don’t try, do; don’t imitate, be.

* * * *
If you have “woken up” to your satisfaction, who else is there to convince or please?

* * * *
Are you really what you think, are you really what you know?

* * * *
How can intolerance ever do anything but spin into more of the same?

* * * *
Normal is yet another time-bound concept, as real as any other ever is, ever was, will ever be.

* * * *
The best way to deal with problems is to anticipate them before they have a chance to bud.

* * * *
Ultimately you are as wacko as everyone else in this genetic lottery, so humble up, Pilgrim.

* * * *
Stardust in any other form, by any other name, does vibrate the same.

* * * *
Far larger than any puny vision this world has ever inspired.

* * * *
All differences are cast of the same stardust.

* * * *
Dissolve into the one mind where awareness is the eternal all and nothing.

* * * *
Count your blessings, for they may well be more than many can ever hope to be allotted.

* * * *
The creative moment is not something anticipated.

* * * *
No point complaining about that which you did not rise to change.

* * * *
No belief can achieve what you already are.

* * * *
To pretend to know what you cannot: How can you lie to your Self like that?

* * * *
What is the moment but a puff of nothing pretending something.

* * * *
Vague, selective, hazy, imprecise: all memories are like that.

* * * *
Was it you that did it, or you that witnessed the doing?

* * * *
The ripples of all things dystopian will be sloshing large before it is over.

* * * *
Technology only makes the lonely lonelier.

* * * *
Noteworthy to those relatively few who take interest in such things.

* * * *
The joy of the spontaneous-arbitrary is a dance with which only the free tango.

* * * *
Just another megalomaniac, yawn and ho-hum.

* * * *
And what is gray, and what is not gray, need we ask anyone to tell us these things?

* * * *
Your existence works the way your mind works.

* * * *
How can any translation be anything but subjective?

* * * *
It is as finite or infinite as you imagine it to be, and nothing all the while.

* * * *
If only for a short while.

* * * *
Not the same and exactly the same all the while.

* * * *
Any assertion that you are this or that, or that or this, is entirely imagined.

* * * *
If someone gives you his/her best, what more can you ask?

* * * *
It takes a matrix.

* * * *
Discern your fate ultimately no different than any other particle of stardust.

* * * *
Assumptions are not knowing.

* * * *
Passion is but the wind of mind.

* * * *
And what good does caring about so many things really do?

* * * *
Allow your Self to wander the unbidden trails.

* * * *
He who needs least has most; he who wants least endures all.

* * * *
Pass it on, or at least what you can.

* * * *
Perception rides the neuron trails, gradually sculpting them into their nature-nurture fate.

* * * *
And at what point would the wind ever think it existed?

* * * *
For what can any cynic hope but that this is a one-life stand?

* * * *
Dominos rarely fall one at a time, or slowly.

* * * *
Who is ever truly homeless within these carnal shores?

* * * *
How similar forgiveness and execution.

* * * *
No matter how you fill it, time passes in the does-not-matter, matter of it all.

* * * *
What is the sound of dominos falling?

* * * *
As if there is no tomorrow.

* * * *
Is your existence any more than a streaming sack of vaporous habits?

* * * *
What is nirvana but a Self-induced high.

* * * *
Keep listening, keep reading; it may make sense one of these daze.

* * * *
A world filled with media babies.

* * * *
Chances are you are the tool of one entitlement or another, likely many.

* * * *
Mind pouring out on paper.

* * * *
What is pointless?  And what is not pointless?  Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?

* * * *
An awful lot of monkey in there.

* * * *
The world did not matter when your were young, why should it matter now?

* * * *
Of awareness and nothingness, how can they be distinguished as anything but one in the same.

* * * *
Why hold on to a lie?

* * * *
What is church but a lot of good walks missed.

* * * *
Every moment is the spontaneous combustion, the spontaneous selection, of the quantum fever.

* * * *
To whose black and white are you perchance referring?

* * * *
Cannot help a dream that won’t help itself.

* * * *
Indifferent to all creation, you are.

* * * *
What is desire but fantasy that makes the mind-body go round and round in a bath of endorphins.

* * * *
You cannot have the one without the other.

* * * *
Why worship many gods or even one when you are that which is prior to all?

* * * *
Attachment to outcomes is a sure road to perdition.

* * * *
It all so does not matter.

* * * *
And what is caring, and what is not caring, need we ask anyone to tell us these things?

* * * *
If you wander the given moment untrammeled by thought, where are you but the eternal?

* * * *
You are irony, you are paradox, why entertain limitation?

* * * *
The Wanting Game: The no-life spent buying more of what was never needed in the first place.

* * * *
Scientific objectivity is flushed down the drain When funding dictates a self-serving outcome.

* * * *
And where, pray tell, is this duality to which your senses and mind are so inclined?

* * * *
It is imagination that consumes itself, as it is in awareness witnessed by its Self.

* * * *
The winds of consciousness are stilled by attention to the awareness through which it blows.

* * * *
Mental illness is the common denominator of the human paradigm.

* * * *
Was the fruit of the garden knowledge or pride, and is there a difference?

* * * *
A foolish, sometimes even dangerous thing, to assume responsibility for what another is thinking.

* * * *
Who can predict where evolution will take this ravaged garden.

* * * *
In the everything of all, what is left undone?  What is not left undone?

* * * *
You are not the thought, you are not the sensation, the manifest theater is but a temporal cloak.

* * * *
Fear not naught, for how frightening can naught be?

* * * *
That you exist is entirely in the head that is not really yours.

* * * *
Always interesting how we enjoy, whether alone or together, hearing ourselves talk.

* * * *
Sometimes the intuitive, sometimes the counterintuitive.

* * * *
Every imaginable vanity skyrocketing exponential.

* * * *
Discernment is all.

* * * *
Imagination feeds upon itself.

* * * *
Is there a fate that inspires you enough to give your life over to it?

* * * *
Is civilization really anything more than organized savagery slathered with pretense?

* * * *
Let us count the ways want and need incessantly appear and disappear.

* * * *
So many stirred pots so quickly forgotten.

* * * *
Products of evolution, of natural selection, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
S/he who is master of his/her breath is master of his/her universe.

* * * *
What do you and a worm have in common if not the clay of all origins.

* * * *
Projection is all.

* * * *
What else do you so desperately not need?

* * * *
You live the given life, and history does with you what it will, if anything.

* * * *
Awareness, the mother of all dimensions.

* * * *
Another day of the mind in time be done-done-gone-gone-long-long.

* * * *
Life is a game that only matters while it is being played, and more to some than others.

* * * *
We are all beginners here; get over your Self.

* * * *
You are of the source of all things, of all dimensions, of all known and unknown.

* * * *
Losing one or more of the senses can certainly change the context of one’s existence.

* * * *
Pleasure, what of it?

* * * *
Anything created by the mind is of dubious value in the ultimate view of things.

* * * *
Call it feedback.

* * * *
Open up to the vast maw of awareness, inexplicable host to consciousness.

* * * *
And every day you slog on in your little dream of time.

* * * *
All are punish'd.

* * * *
The desire to continue must cease if fear, co-creator of the human mind, is to loose its fell grip.

* * * *
Religion and philosophy are really nothing more than much ado over nothing.

* * * *
What is cold, what is hot, but mortal limitation.

* * * *
You are the origin, but be very still to discern its no-paradigm paradigm.

* * * *
Oh, indifferent quantum.

* * * *
Neither young nor old, eternally unborn you are.

* * * *
What goals can ever long matter to the mind bent on process its Self?

* * * *
How important anything else when nothing will do?

* * * *
Life is cruel, and more for some than others.

* * * *
You are as likely as forgotten or misplaced or misperceived in their heads as they are in yours.

* * * *
It is your mind; kick the other out.

* * * *
What small gods are divined by the synergy of any given mob.

* * * *
We chat up, we chase, whatever interests us.

* * * *
It is always the first time in the sunshine of the eternal mind.

* * * *
Be formless.

* * * *
You keep coming back, why?

* * * *
Creation is a never-ending spigot of stardust streaming.

* * * *
How can you prove the obvious?  And why would you need to?

* * * *
All problems have a solution … creation … preservation … destruction … all have their moment.

* * * *
History streams on, its passing untarnished by wisdom.

* * * *
Gravity is a jealous lover.

* * * *
The no-knowing mind knows all on the long and winding road.

* * * *
How wearing cruelty and malice.

* * * *
An ideal only means you are not really serious about it.

* * * *
Death is ultimately neither figurative or literal because that which is born can never die.

* * * *
The crows are flying, winter is coming.

* * * *
Faith abides delusion much more happily than doubt.

* * * *
What is not blasphemy to someone somewhere?

* * * *
What you’ve got to do to become your Self, Jesus Christos, what a friggin’ bother.

* * * *
Be the sugar unspun.

* * * *
Another moment closer to that last wheezing breath.

* * * *
The truest believer, the truest faith, is agnostic.

* * * *
Veering away from the time-bound is a rare feat in any mind.

* * * *
So much history to ignore in these our modern times.

* * * *
What is the world but a ceaseless battle between the vested interests of every rhyme and reason.

* * * *
No limits but what consciousness imagines.

* * * *
What’s an asshole got to do to get some respect around here?

* * * *
All that stuff you own: How much you really need, how much do you really use?

* * * *
The no-mountain mountain stands tall in your mind.

* * * *
Emotion is a foggy assumption.

* * * *
Reverence?  Pray tell, for what, when nothing rules the roost.

* * * *
The future has so many issues, it doesn’t even know how many issues it has.

* * * *
Every life an epic.

* * * *
Animals with consciousness, a dangerous combination, indeed.

* * * *
Mastering the mind, what greater challenge?

* * * *
We done killed off just about everything but our own mind.

* * * *
What a fool to be so wise.

* * * *
Sustenance, security, and procreation are the primary directives common to all life forms.

* * * *
A paradigm-shifter, indeed, if you've the eye for it.

* * * *
You think you are … You think you are … You think you are …

* * * *
After all that, this.

* * * *
What is ego but a psychic barrier built by imagination.

* * * *
One is not without the other.

* * * *
Why would you ever let anyone think for you?

* * * *
Much adoing about nothing.

* * * *
Every generation pays one price or another for its little window of history’s unfolding.

* * * *
The banter of fools is remedied by solitude.

* * * *
It is much less about who you were than who you are.

* * * *
No one conquers a mountain any more than an ant does a picnic table.

* * * *
You were never born; what’s to celebrate?

* * * *
Only in imagination are dreams made true.

* * * *
Takes a lot of discipline to live life well, and even that is no guarantee.

* * * *
Any offer is only as good as its acceptance.

* * * *
Inanity hath no bounds.

* * * *
What is a full life but more to forget.

* * * *
That new is always better is dubious, even shallow notion; the same with old.

* * * *
You can only see as far as imagination allows.

* * * *
Meaning and purpose, why?

* * * *
Life is a gift in which you best be present to win.

* * * *
Yes, folks, it can happen here.

* * * *
This is one whacked out dream, of that there is no denial.

* * * *
Judge and you will find yourself wanting.

* * * *
The ancients painted the broad strokes: modern times color in the nuances.

* * * *
No one is teacher for all.

* * * *
It be a tail wagging the dog world.

* * * *
Wisdom is the game of fools.

* * * *
Is that so?

* * * *
The agnostic mind – completely open to the given moment – is actually the highest spiritual state.

* * * *
What is a bell curve but the graph of any given Ponzi Scheme.

* * * *
Open your mind up to the great expanse of awareness, and you will see it all you.

* * * *
Witness.

* * * *
Why feel the need to be defined by some other’s limits?

* * * *
Eventually even the emptiness is empty.

* * * *
The illicit you eschew today, is a clear conscience tomorrow.

* * * *
Each of us has our own fate in mind.

* * * *
Why would you not take an all-inclusive galactic view in your exploration of this mystery?

* * * *
A quietude emerges, and the lotus mind blossoms.

* * * *
Seriously, how could anything ever really matter?

* * * *
Humankind’s ascension to the summit of the food chain is a bloody heap, indeed.

* * * *
The lie that imagination built is founded upon temporal whimsy.

* * * *
Do not cower at death, the Reaper has no power but through fear.

* * * *
Matter is as matter does, no matter all the while.

* * * *
Good and evil will always require great insight to discern the lack of difference between them.

* * * *
What is beauty but a promise destined to be broken.

* * * *
Empty or full – Empty is as empty does, full is as full does – it is what it is.

* * * *
World weariness is just running out of adrenaline for absurdity.

* * * *
Life is a hardy brew.

* * * *
Natural selection, don’t leave home without it.

* * * *
Feel the Reaper’s breath, soft upon the back of your neck, just below the hairline.

* * * *
Every life form but a means to procreate its genomic sequence.

* * * *
After all that book learning – all those stories, all those facts, all those tools – what next?

* * * *
What is it you so badly want that you will ride the bucking tailspin of the fear it inspires?

* * * *
If you wish to lead, you must become very hard, therefore Buddha.

* * * *
Why not you?

* * * *
What to do when the mind is no longer hungry.

* * * *
How full are you, how much room for more into that which can never be filled?

* * * *
Without imagination, what can there possibly be?

* * * *
Yes, it can happen here.

* * * *
Can you see, can you hear, can you smell, can you taste, can you feel, what you do not know?

* * * *
If you are willing to be honest with your Self, trust that inner voice.

* * * *
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, are merely variations of the ever-present now.

* * * *
All self-imagery is but the lie of imagination.

* * * *
Wit is as witty as irony and paradox allow.

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

* * * *
What is need?  What is want?  And how full is the closet between?

* * * *
Die another now.

* * * *
You are all things, and none of them all the while.

* * * *
Even the gutter has a path to glory.

* * * *
Every life form great to small is but a pattern, a quantum receiving unit in the slot allotted.

* * * *
Justify your existence?  Why?  And to whom?

* * * *
Do nothing well.

* * * *
The show was all but over once Nature became a resource and its vastness owned.

* * * *
No man is an island but he is.

* * * *
What happened at any point of your dreamtime only matters if you hold onto it.

* * * *
Humankind, the ultimate natural disaster.

* * * *
It may or may not be necessarily so much what you do, as the attention to which you give it.

* * * *
Kill them all, no mercy.

* * * *
Is it arrogant to think such thoughts, or arrogant not to?

* * * *
Consuming experience like a waterwheel.

* * * *
Just because you are disturbed hearing something does not mean it is not true.

* * * *
Nothing is like that.

* * * *
No need to pretend something is what it is not, never has been, and will never be.

* * * *
You will care for as long as you feel like caring.

* * * *
A koan is the answer to that for which no answer is available.

* * * *
The fiercest, most frightenng demon is the other born of your own imagination.

* * * *
The harshest lesson of any entitlement is that all someday end.

* * * *
The pen is only mightier than the sword as long as it is sheathed.

* * * *
Sometimes the intuitive, sometime the counterintuitive, irony and paradox at the helm.

* * * *
The superficial always offers an enticing distraction.

* * * *
Why would you need to be any form, much less a human being, ever again?

* * * *
More of what you never wanted that badly in the first place.

* * * *
Fear, where does it take you, and what’s the point?

* * * *
Keep throwing stones into the still pool, and pretty soon it becomes a raging sea.

* * * *
What part can be but in the whole, discern it or not.

* * * *
The eternal awareness, is prior to manifestation, prior to consciousness.

* * * *
Despite what the sensory feed suggests, the universe has never been a linear creation.

* * * *
Life happens until death sees fit to pop the blister.

* * * *
To questions where there are no answers, silence.

* * * *
There is no mind.

* * * *
What is a seer but a seeker minus two letters.

* * * *
Even a gazillion incarnations is ever the same youness.

* * * *
How tiring to pretend interest in things that no longer interest you.

* * * *
It is an awareness too profound for the linear mind caught in time to even begin to conceive.

* * * *
The dead live only in the minds of those who remember.

* * * *
Across every play of mind for all time, it has ever been the same.

* * * *
A gift?  A curse?  Good?  Bad?  What difference, really?

* * * *
Only in the stillness of mind is vanity waylaid.

* * * *
Imagination is the time machine.

* * * *
Wander empty.

* * * *
Time is death, life is eternal.

* * * *
Was oblivion really so vapid that you had to do this to your Self?

* * * *
There is no more: So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
What is any history but vanity given the weight of time.

* * * *
Who, what, where, when, why, how … will be the last man or woman or child standing?

* * * *
Do either abused or entitled children ever easily fare well?

* * * *
Nothing stays the same, everything stays the same.

* * * *
Suffer well, friend, suffer well.

* * * *
Since when has any god’s will not been the confabulation of one mind or another?

* * * *
All too predictable for words.

* * * *
Questions without answer hear only their own echoes, and believe them true.

* * * *
Revenge has a long memory, and payback can be meted out in many ways in many tempos.

* * * *
The abyss equally grinds all notions into the indivisible they always were.

* * * *
To what itsy-bitsy slice, to what itsy-bitsy smidgen, of the infinite does the finite pertain?

* * * *
Eternity is an indifferent bull ride upon which no form long stays astride.

* * * *
Both truths and lies are spun from the same nothingness of imagination.

* * * *
Any given technology is only as useful as the person using it.

* * * *
What are words, what is language, but the boundaries of concept, the limitations of imagination.

* * * *
There’s apt to be a few splinters where you’re straddling that fence.

* * * *
Arguing over which imaginary conceptual framework is better, how pointless is that?

* * * *
Nothing has ever happened.

* * * *
That most esoteric doubt launches many a mind into parts unknown.

* * * *
What can exist without the mind melding its eternal creation.

* * * *
Me, my Self, and I in the most absolute sense.

* * * *
Red pill, blue pill, all the same, just a different vision of it.

* * * *
And then the cancer turned upon itself.

* * * *
Does it ring true? the only real question.

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

* * * *
What is the whole mind?  What is not the whole mind?

* * * *
Why give a gnat’s ass for some meaningless confabulation?

* * * *
Once upon a time, in a now long ago …

* * * *
In the expanses of eternity, no sound long echoes.

* * * *
Wisdom is the flower of doubt, and doubt the esoteric seed.

* * * *
The seed of doubt, how will it flower?

* * * *
Awareness, through which speeding bullets and rays of light, must pass, to be.

* * * *
What is a the universe but a vast and ever-expanding Petri dish.

* * * *
For everything there is a price for which your mind-body must pay.

* * * *
To be born you must someday die: Is the life you are living worth the price of the ticket?

* * * *
Chew on it however you will, the tasteless is prior to all sensory notions.

* * * *
Details and subtleties, how they do create hells in their rabbit holes.

* * * *
Passion is the root of all evil.

* * * *
Everything appears and disappears within the indivisibility in which all eternally abide.

* * * *
Look with the inner eye at the feast of nothingness set out before you.

* * * *
Smoke gets in your eye.

* * * *
Killing each other over one tribal set or another, how ridiculous is that?

* * * *
How great can the Great Spirit be if it is locked in any form?

* * * *
Discern the indivisible: See it, hear it, taste it, smell it, feel it, be it.

* * * *
How is it that what is, is not enough for so many?

* * * *
So many lies history has fed you.

* * * *
How can that which is ever-changing ever be real?

* * * *
Desire and fear are nothing more than habits of the sensory mind-body.

* * * *
Alone, be.

* * * *
To discern whether or not there is mind without mythos is an epic journey of its own.

* * * *
Cut off the head of desire, and what is there left to dread?

* * * *
Forever is nothing more than a projection of vanity.

* * * *
Love is best done unconditionally or not at all.

* * * *
Morality and ethics are the antithesis of our Darwinian roots.

* * * *
A cosmos of one.

* * * *
Fair, the other four-letter f-word.

* * * *
Curiosity killed the cat, and it won’t hesitate to take your number, too.

* * * *
Awareness is a still sea through which consciousness is the only churning.

* * * *
History is an albatross, sometimes boon, sometimes bane, to any given modern world.

* * * *
You are not the vehicle; the vehicle is not you.

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

* * * *
Awareness, now, what more is there, really?

* * * *
History is only rarely written by the losers, and even more rarely by the dead.

* * * *
What is any history but a collection of half-truths all too often given cultish credence.

* * * *
You must navigate your Self home.

* * * *
What a show: indivisibly divisible, perfectly imperfect, consciously unconscious.

* * * *
Language is but sound steeped in concept.

* * * *
What is death but a dreamless sleep blanketed by every sort of notion.

* * * *
Ugly generally only gets uglier, and beauty, too.

* * * *
All this bother, for nothing.

* * * *
Despite all efforts to the contrary, there is not even one universe the same.

* * * *
All life must play out its nature-nurture, and the reflection into which is cast.

* * * *
Resistance is futile, and all delusions about it meaningless.

* * * *
Individuality is the assumption of imagination, as is everything else.

* * * *
Why call it anything?

* * * *
It is the differences that prove how alike all things truly are.

* * * *
Self-promotion on a quantum scale.

* * * *
History is chock-full of nebulous assumptions, about which our attachment harbors few bounds.

* * * *
The instinctual mind caught up in consciousness is a voracious beast.

* * * *
So many things that just do not matter, and never did, never will.

* * * *
Your universe is your muse.

* * * *
The voice of godness is within all.

* * * *
Inhale deeply, inhale mindfully, exhale fully, exhale mindfully.

* * * *
What is great courage but great disregard for fear’s imbedded shadow.

* * * *
Any given life is shaped by the courage with which it is faced.

* * * *
Just putting in the time in whatever way the serendipity calls is my lawless.

* * * *
Every mind is drawn to a fate of its own making.

* * * *
There can be nothing without something, but there cannot be something without nothing.

* * * *
Awareness is the source code of the underlying formless.

* * * *
The mystery of existence is long no matter how short, and short no matter how long.

* * * *
You are richer than you think.

* * * *
The only wake imagination churns is the roiling of illusion and delusion.

* * * *
The hydrogen bomb was invented by whoever picked up that first rock.

* * * *
Going on and on and on to some bitter end … What point?

* * * *
Nothing is as nothing does.

* * * *
And just what does this monkey-mind keep thinking it can hold on to?

* * * *
Why do so many people force others to lie to them so often and so well?

* * * *
The universe requires that every ephemeral particle play out its ever-evolving manifest role.

* * * *
The immeasurable is immeasurable, no matter how it is spun.

* * * *
The mind is a prison of its own imaginary design.

* * * *
In the ultimate reality, you have all along been drinking your own pee and eating your own shit.

* * * *
Self-righteousness is by and large marinated in hypocrisy.

* * * *
Everything is illusion … Yes, all of it.

* * * *
A secret is not a secret unless it is kept secret.

* * * *
We are all narcissistic hedonists trying to get away with it.

* * * *
The question "What is Truth?" has no answer minds known can ever fathom.

* * * *
The indivisible I Am is a formless thingless.

* * * *
And these thoughts, too, undiscerning minds may well usurp in ways beyond counting.

* * * *
To feed the beast or not feed the beast, that is the question.

* * * *
When it comes to the mystery, what explanation can ever really mean anything?

* * * *
There is only one monkey in the world: one monkey, with many faces.

* * * *
The pieces to any game belie all the rules that move them.

* * * *
Let us note the vast chasm between tourists and travelers.

* * * *
Are you who-what-where-when-why-how you think you are, really?

* * * *
A never-ending curiosity how much drama can be fabricated upon things that don’t really matter.

* * * *
Irony and paradox are the soulmates of absurdity.

* * * *
So many memories that you cannot remember them all.

* * * *
Perception is the root of all vanity.

* * * *
There is no knowing what cannot be known.

* * * *
What are dreams but the subterranean rumblings of the three vanities: the Me, the Myself, the I.

* * * *
More, still more, of what you never needed in the first place.

* * * *
The scientific mind is ever-watchful, prone to questions without conclusion.

* * * *
What is sane, what is not sane, and who cares?

* * * *
Humankind will keep rushing to the edge until there’s no edge left to rush.

* * * *
Regarding inner peace, there is no controlling the mind, only observing it closely.

* * * *
What is death but the end of a universe.

* * * *
More to it than meets the eye.

* * * *
The Great Quantum giveth, and the Great Quantum taketh away.

* * * *
To do nothing is the greatest industry ever devised.

* * * *
If you do not do it, why should anyone else?

* * * *
The personal self is but a reflection of the impersonal Self.

* * * *
Embrace the nothingness you truly are.

* * * *
What more can be said of good and evil, but that they exist only in imagination.

* * * *
The mystery is a big or small as you envision it.

* * * *
If you were not here to witness it, where exactly would your version of a universe be?

* * * *
The invulnerability of oneness.

* * * *
The moment, space-time it is called, passes whether you attend to it or not.

* * * *
Judge, and you shall be judged, likely mostly by yourself.

* * * *
The world is an equal-opportunity graveyard to all vanity great or small.

* * * *
Nothing, be.

* * * *
Yet another statistic in science’s long and endless trudge into oblivion.

* * * *
Here we all are waking up to another day of pretending it all real and important.

* * * *
You are here now, so be here now.

* * * *
Life can be rather a bother, and more bother, and even more bother, can it not?

* * * *
What is death but the physiological ending to what never really was in the first place.

* * * *
What indifferent beasts, the Fates.

* * * *
Cast away, Matey

* * * *
Death erases all pretense.

* * * *
The veil of space-time masks the stillness in which it eternally emanates.

* * * *
Life in a nutshell: To be continued, to be endured, to be undone.

* * * *
So many things awry, the dominos quake at their fall.

* * * *
Every age is modern, every age is civilized.

* * * *
Maybe tomorrow, or even a day or three after.

* * * *
All in your head, all out there, nothing makes sense, nothing makes no sense, all the while.

* * * *
Arbitrary is as arbitrary does.

* * * *
What is any attachment but imaginary notion.

* * * *
How can truth ever be discerned by those who will not give the streaming moment their full attention?

* * * *
Your perception is as real and unreal as anyone else's in this quantum dreamtime.

* * * *
The human species cannot fuck with nature and expect to get away with it forever.

* * * *
How can the mystery witness its Self, but through one dream of time or another?

* * * *
The world has an unending array of mirages to continually entice your absorption in its grand illusion.

* * * *
Only in the heart of awareness can the mystery even vaguely grasp its Self.

* * * *
Resting in Peace.

* * * *
What is life but solitary confinement in sensory dreamtime.

* * * *
Time, an imaginary construct since the dawn of mind.

* * * *
If joy is the absence of sorrow, and sorrow the absence of joy, what is the absence of both?

* * * *
Round and round we all go in the hamster wheel of speculation.

* * * *
It is, and is not, whatever you think it is; seek and you shall find.

* * * *
So many thoughts, so little time.

* * * *
The schism is first and foremost in your mind; it is up to you to heal it.

* * * *
Is faith anything more than dread translated into the delusion of hope?

* * * *
Your existence is but an imaginary reverie playing out in the synapses of the mind-body.

* * * *
Awareness, the font of consciousness, ever the same.

* * * *
Void are you but for the swirl of imagination.

* * * *
Nobody cares about you as much as you, and if you don’t, well … so be it.

* * * *
The quantum faceless is not bound to any face, any form, any creed, any path.

* * * *
The same indivisibility within and without all.

* * * *
Nothing takes on an entirely new meaning once you see it for what it is.

* * * *
If objectivity is possible, it will not include you.

* * * *
Garbage in; diarrhea, hemorrhoids, and cancer, out.

* * * *
It is a god-eat-god universe, no matter how you measure it.

* * * *
What system can ever serve long with glass as its underpinning?

* * * *
Alas that life does not come with a rewind button.

* * * *
What judgment can awareness, need awareness, conveyer of all dreams, ever muster?

* * * *
Awareness is the witness to any sensory devise any universe might possibly create.

* * * *
The true church has no building.

* * * *
Yet another parable for an audience never born.

* * * *
Humankind seems incapable of any other mode of behavior but squabbling self-interest.

* * * *
The intractable doubter settles for nothing less than the absoluteness of that which cannot be known.

* * * *
Many a someday never arrives for many a somebody,

* * * *
The wolf will find the sheep seeking its fang.

* * * *
The art of the chameleon should not be lost upon any whose theater requires vigilance.

* * * *
The terrible horrors of human history, even demons sometimes shudder to fathom.

* * * *
There they go again playing the pedestal game.

* * * *
You get plus-or-minus ten years of innocence, and then spend whatever's left paying for it.

* * * *
Yet another day in the never-ending dialectic.

* * * *
Even the most impenetrable rock cannot withstand eternity for more than an instant.

* * * *
And what will you do when all that glory is but a fading memory?

* * * *
Empty in, empty out, empty every who-what-where-when-why-how between and betwixt.

* * * *
You do not do nothing; you be nothing.

* * * *
Peace is right here, right now, if you have the wit to endure it.

* * * *
What is life but organized goo?

* * * *
The everything and the nothing is built upon irony and paradox.

* * * *
How many zeroes will satiate your greed?

* * * *
What is death but the end of time, the end of yesterday and tomorrow.

* * * *
The metaphor without is the metaphor within.

* * * *
Assumptions, all.

* * * *
What point to spending your existence trying to please people you will never even meet?

* * * *
God’s will and your will, how are they not the same?

* * * *
What is so absorbing about the idolatry of an imaginary god in the human psyche?

* * * *
‘Tis the rare beast who strides across the universe in his mind’s eye.

* * * *
Organized religions are designed to make people stupid and weak.

* * * *
Is any history ever anything more than a collection of vague perceptions?

* * * *
As forever as never can ever be.

* * * *
The babblery of humankind is unceasing and unrepentant.

* * * *
No harbor can withstand the tsunamis of time.

* * * *
How aware is awareness without the wind of consciousness to create and explore its empty expanse?

* * * *
Pretty hard to see clearly when your head is up your ass.

* * * *
Another day entertaining the void.

* * * *
Holding on to nothing in your mind is not as easy as it sounds.

* * * *
How convenient.

* * * *
Educational systems cannot help but fail if learning is not universally valued.

* * * *
The boundaries of imagination are … well … imaginary.

* * * *
Abide where life and death are the same.

* * * *
The immeasurable is immeasurable, no matter the measure.

* * * *
The gods and goddesses of the silver screen walk on high among we mere mortals.

* * * *
The fourth quarter is a rough quarter in a game you’re bound to lose.

* * * *
Take the high road: Cleaner air, better view, less traffic, and maybe even peace of mind.

* * * *
Howdy, bye-bye.

* * * *
We have tool-made ourselves into a corner.

* * * *
Which has more value, which is more real, which is more likely: happiness or peace?

* * * *
Obligation to what?

* * * *
As we are judged by the friends we keep, we are judged by the history we allow.

* * * *
It is done when the Reaper says it is done.

* * * *
What need for religion for those who have discerned truth within.

* * * *
Eternal life is yours for the being.

* * * *
Who knows, who cares, what any other thinks of you.

* * * *
Words are such inadequate tools for such an eternal task.

* * * *
It has always been you.

* * * *
Nonexistence playing existence.

* * * *
All potentials of consciousness are revealed by the choices in which they find harbor.

* * * *
With every breath, another note in eternity’s magnum opus.

* * * *
And why would monkeys wearing lipstick be any less ridiculous than pigs doing the same?

* * * *
To wander effortlessly is not as easy as it might sound.

* * * *
There is not point in playing a part in which only the other is interested.

* * * *
Is it he with the most toys who wins, or he who has enough?

* * * *
Denial of the truth has never nor will ever change the truth.

* * * *
Awareness has no hunger.

* * * *
Seriously, folks, is there really any reason to continue playing it out at this level of absurdity?

* * * *
The known mind is a finite pattern; awareness, infinite potential.

* * * *
Drugs only alter consciousness; the witness is ever the same.

* * * *
Another day in the whoever-whatever-whenever-whyever-wherever-however enigma.

* * * *
Find a happy woman, and it will be because she is a man.

* * * *
War is not the theater for mercy or compassion or remorse or forgiveness.

* * * *
Yet another arbitrary binge.

* * * *
There is nothing to be figured out.

* * * *
How can you arrive when you never really left?

* * * *
Words are not the thing, and the thing is not the thing, either.

* * * *
The masks and costumes may change, but it is ever the same sun, ever the same monkey-mind.

* * * *
What is anarchy but an unbound state of mind, the witness unleashed.

* * * *
You only think you exist.

* * * *
It ain't a universe, it's a monkeyverse.

* * * *
To discern the universe is all in your head, leaves unanswered, where is your mind?

* * * *
Will you die hungry or full?

* * * *
That which is, offers nothing, gives nothing, and asks nothing in return.

* * * *
The only way is forward, whatever way forward is.

* * * *
Unwind the clock of time; be unto awareness as it is unto you.

* * * *
A mind given over to the indivisible is no mind at all.

* * * *
Enough rarely is.

* * * *
Wake up to the awareness and see what you truly are and are not.

* * * *
The discerning universe is in every mind unique.

* * * *
The one in all is the all in one.

* * * *
The end of desire, and its dancing partner, fear, is peace.

* * * *
Laughter is the best medicine if you can swallow it.

* * * *
It might be embarrassing if you choose to care what anybody thinks.

* * * *
Better living through chemistry.

* * * *
Peace is in every step if it is upon the ground you tread.

* * * *
What is the universe but the frothy wake of the sensory mind.

* * * *
The perfection of all things quantum is in the awareness prior to consciousness.

* * * *
An early exit is a nice way to avoid all the funerals sure to follow.

* * * *
Yet another day of wandering the universal oblivion.

* * * *
Glimpses of eternity are gleaned by the finite mind through a sensory fog.

* * * *
The nuanced view is only a shade of the squinty arbitrary.

* * * *
The measurable is the immeasurable all the while.

* * * *
A mind awash in differences is a mind waylaid by judgment.

* * * *
The greatest and least common factors are ultimately the same, despite all the zeroes and such.

* * * *
You are your own exploratorium.

* * * *
Be anonymous within and without, free of all claims.

* * * *
The indivisible is … well … indivisible.

* * * *
Embrace your universe whole, or carve it into pieces, no matter to anyone but you.

* * * *
Does anyone really know what time it is?

* * * *
God is a preposition.

* * * *
Time does not exist but through the minds that give it reality.

* * * *
Heaven and Hell are the same thoroughfare, left to the given eye to discern the difference.

* * * *
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
Ignorance will always find a way to distort and maul the truth to its own ends.

* * * *
And this, too, shall be forgotten.

* * * *
The great secret is neither great nor secret to those who give it their full attention.

* * * *
To dial in is to dial out.

* * * *
You do not need to organize what is right in front of you.

* * * *
Irony and paradox in every step.

* * * *
That you exist as anything more than a figment of imagination is an assertion of the same.

* * * *
It is your life; live it as you will.

* * * *
You are but a slice of eternity’s indivisible electromagnetic rainbow.

* * * *
Consumption is all.

* * * *
A slow-motion train wreck.

* * * *
Doubt opens the door to truth; dogma is not required.

* * * *
It was probably well past the point of no-return well over ten thousand years ago.

* * * *
Why worry?  You’re dead no matter what you do.

* * * *
Distill the nectar from the dung as the dream allows.

* * * *
If you must speculate, take it to the farthest reaches your imagination will allow.

* * * *
We must all face the consequences of our own law.

* * * *
Your universe is your teacher, and it is a many-faced mystery.

* * * *
The doubter doubts until all doubting is done.

* * * *
The world is afire, and there is nothing to be done but witness its ravaging flame.

* * * *
Is there life out there in the universe? Who wants to know?

* * * *
The burden you carry is as serious as your imagination makes it.

* * * *
What is eternal life but being born again and again and again each and every moment.

* * * *
And why would you be concerned about that?

* * * *
Nothing exists or ever existed but what you imagine existed.

* * * *
Be in it but not of it.

* * * *
No, you are not required to give megalomaniacs your attention, undivided or otherwise.

* * * *
In what context do you daily dwell?

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

* * * *
A lot of shoulda-coulda-woulda’s in any given life, no doubt.

* * * *
The heights to which humankind subscribes is an interminable mound of crap.

* * * *
What is the purpose of any culture, but to mold the young into its version of inanity.

* * * *
To stand alone is the highest stage from which to discern reality.

* * * *
Each mind a meme unto its Self.

* * * *
Awareness is the origin, the source, the fountain, the portal, of all mystery.

* * * *
The script will out.

* * * *
Nothing to do, nothing to be, but that which all seers see.

* * * *
You are here-now and not here-now all the while.

* * * *
Remembering to forget, forgetting to remember, a snake eating its own tail.

* * * *
The doubted path reigns supreme.

* * * *
Is there any label that does not in at least small part apply?

* * * *
There is no heaven or hell but what imagination decrees.

* * * *
Assume nothing.

* * * *
Allowing funding to politicize science, well, that’s just plain wrong from any get-go.

* * * *
The raison d'être of smokescreens is to blind all to the truth within.

* * * *
About reflecting upon their thoughts, some are more subtle than others.

* * * *
Who is the you who calls anything yours?

* * * *
The remorseless tick-tick-tick measures eternity real.

* * * *
Spirit and mind and body do not always have the same agenda.

* * * *
How can you be homeless once you are always home.

* * * *
Mother Nature can be a brutal taskmaster, but her law is, without exception, equal for one and all.

* * * *
Yet another here-now in the guise of time.

* * * *
You in yet another form; fascinating with a yawn.

* * * *
Bell-curving the fourth dimension.

* * * *
The rules of the game do not change for anyone or anything.

* * * *
Churning through the clock face of time.

* * * *
Thank you, Jesus, what would we do without Christian guilt?

* * * *
Nothing, doing.

* * * *
Eyes of innocence inevitably give way to the eyes of age.

* * * *
'Tis meme-ish faire.

* * * *
The alonelies strike again.

* * * *
To discern the serenity, the grace, in the ever-present moment is the task set before you.

* * * *
We are all just doing the busy-busy until the coroner shows up.

* * * *
Politicizing a fact does not change the fact.

* * * *
There is no god but that awareness which peers out from within.

* * * *
There are the quick, the lucky, and the dead.

* * * *
The things we will never know are well beyond counting.

* * * *
History is the albatross every culture hangs upon its young.

* * * *
It may well matter less what you do, than the awareness with which you do it.

* * * *
The entire human drama boils down to me-myself-and-I.

* * * *
All assumptions are the breadbasket of delusion.

* * * *
You can never escape or change what you truly are.

* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how are you, but an imaginary, conditioned frame of reference.

* * * *
What is punctuation but road signs of the writer’s intent.

* * * *
Original sin, or original separation?

* * * *
And you are it and it is you.

* * * *
Living and complete and utter surrender to the beingness, what else is there for the sannyasi?

* * * *
We are slaves to our own ignorance.

* * * *
Even if it is not real, we love the story, if not the storyteller.

* * * *
To simply be, as all other creatures are in this garden world, is the highest state.

* * * *
Your version of a universe exists only because you are here to witness it.

* * * *
There is just too little time to be caught up with the minions of absurdity.

* * * *
Buku, indeed.

* * * *
Can't save anybody who won't save themselves.

* * * *
Living the dream.

* * * *
The analogy without is the analogy within.

* * * *
Any given flower only attracts the given bee for as long as its enticing essence thrives.

* * * *
Let us count the daze as we wander though the maze.

* * * *
It is the body that is born, the body that endures, the body that dies, not you.

* * * *
Life, it’ll kill ya.

* * * *
A bit confusing, not the first time, and likely not the last.

* * * *
Your universe and everything in it is whatever you think it is.

* * * *
Who knows?  Who cares?  Who anything?

* * * *
And in complete and utter aloneness, where are you, where are you not?

* * * *
And then what happens?

* * * *
Nothing can be lost or saved, to be lost or saved.

* * * *
Do nothing as often as possible.

* * * *
There is much you cannot learn from words.

* * * *
New is old and old is new, only in the ever-changing hues of conscious stew.

* * * *
The god born of imagination is no god at all.

* * * *
Anything has a way of becoming true if there is a selling opportunity.

* * * *
Same sun, different day.

* * * *
Death is but another universe collapsing upon its Self.

* * * *
Ascertain the timeless moment, and the universe will discern its way.

* * * *
Monkey verse for the monkeyverse.

* * * *
Eternity does not even give a shrug whether you brand it with some conceptualized sound, or not.

* * * *
In awareness, be.

* * * *
You may be guilty by someone else’s standards, but are you guilty in your own?

* * * *
Imagined as it all is, some states of mind are far easier to endure.

* * * *
Do you really know your own mind, or are you nothing more than a dittohead meme?

* * * *
Neither a follower nor disciple be: Equals stand equal.

* * * *
Embrace absurdity.

* * * *
How can any god born of limited thinking ever be god?

* * * *
How indifferent the genetic lottery to the cruel fates it so often casts.

* * * *
The ever-shifting consciousness is the granite and quicksand of imagination.

* * * *
How many masters of Wall Street daily whip themselves?

* * * *
You are your own best friend, you are your own worst enemy.

* * * *
Ain’t nothing holy about a holy war.

* * * *
What doesn’t kill you today will take another stab at it tomorrow.

* * * *
Dualistic delusion is so much easier than having to actually think for your Self.

* * * *
How ludicrous to believe some deity is tracking your every move, your every thought.

* * * *
It has taken you this long to figure that out.

* * * *
Behind the eyes, the stillness of eternal awareness, if the frontal lobe can allow it.

* * * *
They just won’t stop breeding.

* * * *
That you are this indivisible quantum mystery is the most obvious of factless facts.

* * * *
History daily playing out its sorry future.

* * * *
To feed the Beast, or not feed the Beast, that is the question.

* * * *
Some politics are local, some are regional, some are national, some are global, all are connected.

* * * *
Another day in the war of mind.

* * * *
Nothing like conflict of one degree or another to stir the blood.

* * * *
Uncare the despair.

* * * *
We are all creators of our own little assylums.

* * * *
All translations are false harbors.

* * * *
Where there is no world, no universe, you are.

* * * *
You are the indifferent quantum.

* * * *
To live in past, to live in future, is but the living face of death.

* * * *
Quantum dream, quantum dreamer.

* * * *
The joy of real work, of real play, how can you explain it?

* * * *
The light turns on, the light turns off, we are all suns in our own time.

* * * *
To realize time does not exist requires pretending it does.

* * * *
Is it arrogant to see it this way, or arrogant not to?

* * * *
The razor’s edge slices and dices many ways.

* * * *
How many die still ravenous for the insatiable more, more, more?

* * * *
How many things have you done or not done because of what others think or may think?

* * * *
No, you do not have to do it that way; you can break the pattern.

* * * *
Fat is an insatiable state of mind, and more than a few die hungry.

* * * *
If you are invoking dogma, you are missing the point.

* * * *
Anticipation is the harbinger of dread.

* * * *
What is your frame of reference but the universe in which you abide.

* * * *
Sense every sense until it makes sense.

* * * *
The inevitable is inevitable.

* * * *
So be it.

* * * *
There will be consequences.

* * * *
Is that voice, that record playing over and over in your mind, really you?

* * * *
Universes are like assholes, everybody has one.

* * * *
The world, the universe, are nothing more than a set of ideas, a bag of imaginary notions.

* * * *
No lie becomes true no matter how many times it is repeated.

* * * *
You are That I Am: Be That I Am.

* * * *
How easily dogma corrupts any thought into one mayhem or another.

* * * *
Wit or shit, it happens.

* * * *
Give the moment your undying attention, for it is quickly forever come and gone.

* * * *
What a clingy thing the mind shaped of time.

* * * *
Yet another cult consolidating its ways and means into being able to call itself a religion.

* * * *
Not everyone is destined for greatness, whatever that is.

* * * *
“What if?” is always a nebulous diversion.

* * * *
Attitude is all: Captivity or liberation, every moment you in mind choose.

* * * *
There is no rewind button, nor is there a fast-forward; there is only endurance.

* * * *
You conquer nothing.

* * * *
You are the unknown made briefly known through the delusion of imaginary notion.

* * * *
God is a metaphor.

* * * *
What is any burden but a state of mind inspired by imagination.

* * * *
What can any bottom-feeder do but abide whatever the behemoths deign?

* * * *
Hope is but begging the question.

* * * *
Good god, would you voluntarily come back to endure that again?

* * * *
The political mind bent on security is ever calibrating its position.

* * * *
Dissolve the other within.

* * * *
The insatiable vanity ever cries for more, more, more.

* * * *
Sometimes it is interesting to give the mob what they want, just to see what they do with it.

* * * *
Absurdity plays ways beyond counting.

* * * *
Time is a stuckness of mind to which most acclaim.

* * * *
What is real, and what is not real, is the awareness upon which all imagination is founded.

* * * *
Every human assumption warrants a critical eye.

* * * *
If we prefer some inane Armageddon over any semblance of rationality, so be it.

* * * *
You came, you saw, you realized.

* * * *
The art of war and artlessness of peace are mutually exclusive.

* * * *
Why call it love?

* * * *
History only has as much weight as imagination gives it.

* * * *
The last of our kind will not know s/he is the last hominoid standing.

* * * *
The quantum reality is pointless.

* * * *
You will never know what came of most everyone you have ever known.

* * * *
Irony and paradox, ever an unborn, undying alliance.

* * * *
Don’t cross the line too often, you might get caught on the other side.

* * * *
Obsessive-compulsives, this is your time.

* * * *
Life springs from and to oblivion, quantum dust all the while.

* * * *
There is no place like home.

* * * *
To diwcern what love is, you must in large part know what it is not.

* * * *
Wherein the oneness within views the allness without.

* * * *
Wealthy beyond belief.

* * * *
It may sound different, but it is the same please, thank you, and fuck you across the world.

* * * *
Suffer well, quantum, suffer well.

* * * *
The discordance of the world is in mind only.

* * * *
Imagination is a prison of its own design; awareness its emancipation.

* * * *
Rationality is nice if you are Spock enough to manage it.

* * * *
Be content to be anonymous in your own mind.

* * * *
The inanity! The inanity!

* * * *
You need not allow the universe to infringe upon you serenity.

* * * *
Choose your Self.

* * * *
What you enjoy is shadowed by what you must endure.

* * * *
Nothing is calling you.

* * * *
Peace, brothers and sisters, peace, what is it that keeps it but an ideal?

* * * *
You cannot explain what you do not know with more than grunts and inarticulate gestures.

* * * *
What wisdom is harbored is harbored alone.

* * * *
Every mind a unique dream, a unique universe, sovereign unto its Self.

* * * *
Go placidly amid the noise and haste.

* * * *
That you pretend you are not at least occasionally a hypocrite is the first and last hypocrisy.

* * * *
Quantum chaos, quantum order.

* * * *
Is there anyone not caught up in the filament of vanity?

* * * *
If now had a name, it would be then.

* * * *
The all-embracing, ever-indivisible Great Nada; nothing pretending something.

* * * *
Yet another very then.

* * * *
What is there to fear about death once you live through it.

* * * *
Childhood ends, alas.

* * * *
Who is not anonymous in the ultimate timelessness of it all?

* * * *
Through all seedlines, you are.

* * * *
You think many things, and because you think them, they are so, at least in your version.

* * * *
Yet another very then.

* * * *
Best to wander about with the clip full and the bladder empty.

* * * *
Rest on whatever laurels your path to glory has managed, imaginary as they are.

* * * *
Gravity must inevitably fall on its own sword.

* * * *
Closer and closer weaves the tide of doom; such is death for all life great to small.

* * * *
Truth has no temperature.

* * * *
How quietly content those barren of the quagmire of assumption.

* * * *
Embrace the inevitable.

* * * *
Let s/he who is without vanity cast the first stone.

* * * *
Prior to consciousness, you.

* * * *
All that can be said with any certainty is that you are the mystery.

* * * *
Every life form its own version of a universe.

* * * *
The Unifying Principle: One equals one, one equals two, et cetera.

* * * *
The choiceless choice is not apparent.

* * * *
Look closely, and what you will see is a dream playing out.

* * * *
It is all pride, it is all vanity.

* * * *
In the face of reality, hope is little more than laughable.

* * * *
Gaia, the ultimate entitlement.

* * * *
Vibration, nothing more, nothing less.

* * * *
Zen madness.

* * * *
History will run your show if you allow it.

* * * *
How quickly everything can be forgotten.

* * * *
Yet another case of tail wagging dog.

* * * *
What good is data if you cannot harness it?

* * * *
Self-imagery is all.

* * * *
You are a mix of rationality and irrationality, same as everyone else.

* * * *
It is and is not whatever illusion-delusion you care to make it.

* * * *
Quested in the mind of consciousness, it rests in the heart of awareness.

* * * *
What is love but nothing known.

* * * *
From wafting breeze to stormy tempest, the monkey-mind blows this way or that.

* * * *
Abide where no thought dwells.

* * * *
It is not you who makes anything happen in this sensory dreamtime.

* * * *
Practice being deader than dead.

* * * *
Do not confuse what the tongue wants with what the body needs.

* * * *
A hell of a lot of bother to die for.

* * * *
Nothing exists for a while, pretends for a while, but ever succumbs to its true nature.

* * * *
Yet another round of irony and paradox.

* * * *
What is entitlement but getting overly, blindly attached to anything that cannot last.

* * * *
All your conclusions are true, all your conclusions are false.

* * * *
The inevitable is inevitable.

* * * *
You will see what you feel called to see, what you are prepared to see.

* * * *
A soul that does not have a price is rare, indeed.

* * * *
Always the beginner.

* * * *
Oh ye of little doubt.

* * * *
There are those who believe in god, and those who are god, and never the twain shall they meet.

* * * *
The true agnostic does not know, does not care.

* * * *
Why would you ever feel the need to do anything other than what comes naturally?

* * * *
This dream is going nowhere very, very quickly.

* * * *
If you believe only the countless lies the senses weave, your destiny is mortal faire.

* * * *
The pendulum caresses the middle of all extremes.

* * * *
You are witness to a cloud of consciousness ever-swirling in the winds of illusion.

* * * *
History is not soda pop.

* * * *
Yet another indecipherable footnote in the annals of history.

* * * *
Ideals have no reality, no meaning, unless they play out in the annals of time.

* * * *
None of the above is always an option.

* * * *
Outside the last box, nothing.

* * * *
Don’t believe your own propaganda, much less anyone else’s.

* * * *
What is awakening but conscious witnessing.

* * * *
Do not rely on the human paradigm to be anything but the pallbearer of truth.

* * * *
Anything is dangerous if you do not know how to do it.

* * * *
Any language is dead without the culture from which it was fashioned.

* * * *
Know when to start, know when to stop.

* * * *
Yet another master race sets itself at the head of its very small table.

* * * *
So many stories: long, short, and every sort of thing between.

* * * *
Panning for gold.

* * * *
Always do your best, and win or lose with as much grace as possible.

* * * *
You are doing the matrix, and the matrix is doing you.

* * * *
Never buy into the propaganda of time; any agenda is not truth.

* * * *
All those eyes looking back are in your own.

* * * *
What is ego but the force of imagination getting over-attached to its endless stream of notions.

* * * *
None of the above is always an option.

* * * *
Wakey-wakey.

* * * *
The invisibility of anonymity offers a relatively quiet existence if the times allow it.

* * * *
Vanity extending itself immortal.

* * * *
Awareness is awareness: Unborn, undying, eternally present, timelessly ephemeral.

* * * *
On high babble.

* * * *
The only koan that counts is the one that has no solution.

* * * *
There is nothing more to be
Than what you already are, have ever been, will ever be.
Vanity is not more.

* * * *
Open the fist, monkey-mind, open the fist.

* * * *
What epic can ever count for much in the winds of relativity.

* * * *
What suffering innocence must endure to abide the horrors of the human paradigm.

* * * *
Another day for consciousness to raise its crescendo yet another notch.

* * * *
Monkey seeing, monkey doing.

* * * *
What is faith but imagination given the wings of hope.

* * * *
You do because you can.

* * * *
There it is … There it is again … And yet again.

* * * *
Preserving the past or bearing concern for the future is a dubious responsibility.

* * * *
Is life blessing?  Is life bother?  Attitude is all.

* * * *
Truth will out nothing.

* * * *
It is ever the same, but no one will ever see or experience it the same.

* * * *
Agenda?  What was that?

* * * *
Was that an accident? Or intentional? You’ll never be quite sure.

* * * *
Another moment of pleasure, another moment of pain, whoo-hoo for nerve endings.

* * * *
Obviously not your first rodeo.

* * * *
In a world given over to demons, what are the righteous to do but whine and moan?

* * * *
The wisdom of insecurity is a solitary affair.

* * * *
And what fear could there be if there were no desire for one more or another?

* * * *
Assumptions all.

* * * *
Wrap your head around that, Pilgrim.

* * * *
Where can there be a boundary between the absoluteness of you and any god?

* * * *
It all so does not matter.

* * * *
Large talk, small talk, all talk, nothing more than the tick-tock-tick-tock of consciousness.

* * * *
The line between what is and what is not, is drawn in the sands of imagination.

* * * *
The most obvious way is the most obvious way.

* * * *
Clouds come and go, sometimes hazy, sometimes roiling, through an ever indifferent sky.

* * * *
To be a worm, oh happy, content life.

* * * *
Many are called, few are inclined.

* * * *
What is any existence but a relatively few daze in the sun.

* * * *
And so what, really?

* * * *
The ignorance of childhood was a bliss of its own, indeed, indeed.

* * * *
The inexplicable requires no god.

* * * *
Peace in the first step, peace in the last step, and in every step between.

* * * *
Be no trace, leave no trace.

* * * *
Merge life and death into the undying, and you will be born again every moment.

* * * *
Nothing matters, nothing does not matter.

* * * *
What is any savior saving but imaginary projection.

* * * *
Is there anything more vain than false peity?

* * * *
Truth be buddha fare.

* * * *
Self-imagery, what a bother.

* * * *
Who questions, and what do they question?

* * * *
There is no before, there is no after, in the clarity of eternal awareness.

* * * *
Let your self dissolve into your Self.

* * * *
What whiners age makes of many if not most of us.

* * * *
Consciousness is bound by limitations of its own making.

* * * *
What is yours? What is not yours?

* * * *
You can change your mind as often as you are able.

* * * *
Inner peace is a breath away.

* * * *
Truth will play along with whatever you imagine it to be.

* * * *
So many lies set in stone by the labels we weave.

* * * *
There is no other, why allow the many voices to entice you this way or that?

* * * *
Un-know your Self.

* * * *
Gravity is the arbiter of the game board.

* * * *
Scientist that you every moment are, you are first and foremost your own experiment.

* * * *
Heaven and Hell are both imaginary states.

* * * *
The dream of consciousness, or the reality of awareness, you each and every moment choose anew.

* * * *
Watch for that bullet; you might be able to dodge it if you see it coming.

* * * *
The beingness prior to belief requires no dogma.

* * * *
Seven Daze: One for God, and the other six for whatever mirth narcissistic hedonism allows.

* * * *
Detach, detach, detach.

* * * *
What is freedom but immortal disregard for mortal faire.

* * * *
Another religion, ho-hum and yawn.

* * * *
What a stomach it takes to abide in any political arena.

* * * *
Be your unborn Self.

* * * *
Blaming anyone for not knowing any different, how reasonable is that?

* * * *
It is written in one sandbox or another.

* * * *
Nero would have a hard time keeping his fiddle tuned in these our times.

* * * *
The certitude with which each moment is approached only exacerbates the suffering.

* * * *
What is never born never dies.

* * * *
What are hope and faith but slothful reaction to the dread of imagination.

* * * *
And what point is there to a questions whose answer is but an echo?

* * * *
How many ways we find to clash over nothing.

* * * *
What freedom, what peace, is there really, in power, in fame, in fortune?

* * * *
The stars have no memory.

* * * *
Yet another day in the salt mines of perpetual doubt.

* * * *
When it gets right down to it, taking a shit is really magical, don’t you think?

* * * *
It is a god-eat-god world.

* * * *
A very brief, very mortal dream, nothing more, nothing less.

* * * *
Watch that record play and play and play, over and over and over, memes all.

* * * *
The Sisyphean 2duz list of the busy-busy.

* * * *
Discern what every other life form in this garden has never not known.

* * * *
Play both sides against the middle, or for it?

* * * *
Disband it whenever you please.

* * * *
What is human existence but the venting of imaginary notion.

* * * *
Zen challenge: Bet I can do less than you can.

* * * *
Quantum is creation is evolution is an incessant, indivisible fact.

* * * *
Humble up.

* * * *
Free Jesus: 2,000 years is long enough to play hostage to fear.

* * * *
Greed works all too well.

* * * *
Yet another harbinger of the fate in store.

* * * *
How ironic, how paradoxical, that it takes so much effort to be effortless.

* * * *
The world is indeed all but flat in its shallow round.

* * * *
Looking neither forward nor back, the witness is.

* * * *
History as we know it is full of self-serving bunk.

* * * *
The Eighth Deadly Sin: Speculation

* * * *
Who knows what will call you before your time is over.

* * * *
Explore the vanities until they no longer hold sway.

* * * *
Different faces, same monkey.

* * * *
Truths, half-truths, and the lies upon which they are shored.

* * * *
To blame it on some devil, to leave it up to some god, how ludicrous is that?

* * * *
Leave no stone unturned.

* * * *
Life is an endless river of epiphanies.

* * * *
Funding is all.

* * * *
Only the mystery knows all, sees all, is all.

* * * *
Male and female worlds rock to a different beat, only in the womb do they meet.

* * * *
This is where the mañana attitude gets you, or not.

* * * *
Too much and not enough all the while.

* * * *
Death is the ultimate detachment; be dead and you will see.

* * * *
There is no religion, only Self-discovery.

* * * *
You think you can change your mind, really?

* * * *
The mind as playground, the mind as torture chamber.

* * * *
The mob votes its mind.

* * * *
The limits of science are the certainties of its hypotheses and the absolutes of its theories.

* * * *
Expectations are bound to be disappointed sooner or later.

* * * *
Only vanity dies.

* * * *
Sot it goes … ibid … Ibid … Ibid …

* * * *
Eternal life, ain’t it grand?

* * * *
What it is, what it is not, same thing, same thingless.

* * * *
Is it a holy spirit, or a whole-y quantum?

* * * *
What are time and timeless but alternate states of mind.

* * * *
Bzzz bzzzz zz z z z.

* * * *
Nothing new under the sun; nothing old, either.

* * * *
Die quiet, die bloody, after the last breath, it won’t much matter.

* * * *
What is not a metaphor?  What is not an analogy?

* * * *
Either you flow with nature, or battle against her; there is no middle ground.

* * * *
Unspin the spin.

* * * *
To more than a few absurdities, eye-rolling is the only coherent answer.

* * * *
The pleasant boredom of eternal presence.

* * * *
The jungle of mind has usurped the jungle of origin.

* * * *
Everyone has a story, all quite equal, really.

* * * *
Yet another corner into which our incessant ingenuity paints itself.

* * * *
Dogma is as useless as rules in a knife fight.

* * * *
Some things never change? Hah!  Look a little closer.

* * * *
Nothing is, nothing is not.

* * * *
Ethics is best served on a full belly from a secure perch.

* * * *
It is written somewhere on the flesh of one forest or another.

* * * *
You are as shaped as any clay figurine.

* * * *
Always curious how god’s will is so often in accord with that of the given believer.

* * * *
No rewind, no fast-forward, now reigns.

* * * *
The tinker’s damn is a solitary curse.

* * * *
We are all equal quantum creators creating; nothing divine about it.

* * * *
If there’s a god behind the curtain, he/she/it isn’t talking.

* * * *
Nod-nod, wink-wink.

* * * *
Dead man walking, dead world spinning.

* * * *
Is real power the wiliness to use the club, or the willingness not to?

* * * *
It is always perfect; only the mind in disarray sees it otherwise.

* * * *
Here you are, passing through a dream.

* * * *
Why do today what you can put off until some day after tomorrow.

* * * *
Close enough for this game of horse shoes.

* * * *
Any mind can suffer its own quagmire, ever drawing the awareness into its depths.

* * * *
Be ever-watchful in the prior-to-consciousness awareness sense.

* * * *
Busy is as busy does.

* * * *
Walk or run or stand still, the same grave catches all.

* * * *
What does it take for effortlessness to be effortless?

* * * *
Create a law; create an extreme.

* * * *
Are you consciousness being watched, or awareness watching?

* * * *
Truth is anonymous.

* * * *
Agnostic is not knowing what it is, and it is also knowing what it is not.

* * * *
And how again was that spelled?

* * * *
There is artistry in everything for those who esteem that level of excellence.

* * * *
Forever happening one moment at a time, simultaneously one.

* * * *
It is up to you to alone get rein of your mind, to alone discern what is true.

* * * *
Any given moment is quite effortless if the mind allows it.

* * * *
Why get involved with nonsensical arguments over any insignificant assumption?

* * * *
We are the gods of dreamtime.

* * * *
A curious thing how so many are always sticking there noses in other people’s business.

* * * *
Mind is movement, and no-mind, the awareness prior to all.

* * * *
What is true, what is not true, may be impossible to prove, but why should you have to?

* * * *
What is any opinion but what would be taken for gas passing at the other end.

* * * *
How pointless to judge a dream.

* * * *
How quickly too little can become too much, and too much too little.

* * * *
What is this mystery but more than everything and less than nothing.

* * * *
Coming soon, yet another hard lesson.

* * * *
Prior to the first word, prior to any I Am, you are.

* * * *
If you knew no different, there would be no cause to pause for reflection.

* * * *
Slice by slice, the pie becomes but a memory; it is only a pie as long as it stays whole.

* * * *
You are all there is, all there ever was, all there will ever be: Where’s the karma in that?

* * * *
The mob will get what it deserves.

* * * *
If you put no edges on awareness, where does it begin, where does it end?

* * * *
Is any mind less variable than the wind?

* * * *
Anything is given more power by dwelling on it.

* * * *
The rutted mind only gets narrower and deeper in its round and round again groove.

* * * *
Quantum theater, quantum playground.

* * * *
Thought is but a habit, which only mindful breathing breaks.

* * * *
Somebody wrote it; it does not really matter who.

* * * *
Often a good idea to have the Cloak of Plausible Deniability in your bag of tricks.

* * * *
And after this, then what?

* * * *
The camel is in the tent.

* * * *
Gaze out into the sensory theater with as much faceless wonder as the given moment allows.

* * * *
Peace, brothers and sisters, if you can abide it.

* * * *
Oh boy, another statistic, whoo-hoo.

* * * *
Following the village idiot, what does that say about you?

* * * *
Is it free will, or free your Self from will?

* * * *
Any given word has in unending array of associates.

* * * *
As predictions go, humankind is off the grid.

* * * *
It just is; so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
Awareness you are, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

* * * *
Rule one in a knife fight: There are no rules.

* * * *
Existence is but a relatively brief hiccup in an otherwise non-existent eternity.

* * * *
Hold nothing in your mind.

* * * *
Such a cluster; no wonder so many cling to hope.

* * * *
Quantum matrixing.

* * * *
There are just some things only saints and the truly detached can forgive.

* * * *
Like you really had a say in any of this.

* * * *
Of course there is no god in the way anyone thinks.

* * * *
It is all just a dream in your head, the same head you have never seen.

* * * *
Into the swarm, into the storm.

* * * *
In pure awareness, you are That I Am, but to discern it, must still the vanities of mind.

* * * *
The price of the ticket to eternity is your mind.

* * * *
Hell is in the details; heaven in the oblivion.

* * * *
You think you know something, that you know anything, and what, pray tell, is that?

* * * *
The Usual Suspects: Me and Myself and I.

* * * *
Dead is dead, no matter the cause or length of journey in the dying.

* * * *
It is a mystery, you are a mystery, one in the same.

* * * *
The universe nothing more than a lightning storm of imagination.

* * * *
You are a portal, a wormhole, to eternity.

* * * *
The cessation of vanity requires that you stop taking the given mind-body-spirit so seriously.

* * * *
We are all patterns; some more exotic than others.

* * * *
There is only one undying birth for those never born.

* * * *
Creepy boy meets poison girl, live unhappily ever after.

* * * *
Sheep need not apply.

* * * *
To wait for anything to hit the bottom of any bucket, why?

* * * *
Who knows what will happen as the world grows large again.

* * * *
Yet another episode of the Twilight Zone.

* * * *
Any given life is its own unique play of consciousness, a universe unto its Self.

* * * *
The heart is a fickle beast.

* * * *
Is time passing you, or are you passing time?

* * * *
To be at ease with your monkey mind, that is the challenge.

* * * *
Wisdom, what is it good for?  Absolutely nothing.

* * * *
Hieroglyphics on every wall.

* * * *
Eternal life is being mindful in an empty-mind sort of way.

* * * *
… buying … They’re selling … They’re buying … They’re selling … They’re buying … They’re …

* * * *
There are some things even quantum need not endure.

* * * *
The prime number is one.

* * * *
Well enough, indeed.

* * * *
Infallibility, what tommyrot.

* * * *
Some things are destined to make other things favorites.

* * * *
From slavery to salaried, the whip shifts from back to mind.

* * * *
Follow your intuition to a deeper logic.

* * * *
Rationality is a myth, objectivity a lie, inspired by the madness of consciousness.

* * * *
The good guest knows when to leave.

* * * *
Yes, Alfie, even wisdom has its bounds.

* * * *
Suspend your fabricated notions of identity, and the universe you have in mind imagined.

* * * *
The incessant chatter is but a confabulation of your conditioning.

* * * *
A simple “I Am” covers it.

* * * *
Breathe in the dream, breathe out the dream.

* * * *
If it is empty on the inside and empty on the outside, where are you?

* * * *
The god quest ultimately consumes everything.

* * * *
The jungle is without remorse.

* * * *
Do you try to keep up with the Joneses, or leave it all behind and go your own way?

* * * *
Do not confuse arrogance with courage.

* * * *
The first universe was born in a puddle long ago.

* * * *
Rest assured, gravity always wins.

* * * *
What judgment can there be in a mind drifting in the stillness of awareness.

* * * *
The all-consuming quantum is an insatiable beast.

* * * *
No one can help you fulfill your destiny past any uncertain point.

* * * *
Who can say who will be the last prophet?

* * * *
Leave no wake.

* * * *
The masks of oblivion are a cacophony of quantum design.

* * * *
How’s that lie doing?

* * * *
The true believer projects, the truth believer receives.

* * * *
Speculations abound, including yours.

* * * *
Why feel any need to prove what is obvious?

* * * *
Imagine, if you will, that humankind is nothing more than a binge of imagination.

* * * *
You are the quantum gold prior to all dreams.

* * * *
How could oneness ever keep up with gazillions of details, ergo creation unleashed.

* * * *
Such are the wheels of power, of fame, of fortune.

* * * *
Alimentary, my dear Watson, alimentary.

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

* * * *
Great wisdom is not without great suffering.

* * * *
Whether singular or plural, is love anything more than imaginary notion?

* * * *
What is human existence but a wisp of vanity.

* * * *
Solution? What ever made you think there was one?

* * * *
What you really are is even better than forever in a forever-after sort of way.

* * * *
On the inside of the mask, the contours are indivisible.

* * * *
You have missed the point, Pilgrim, best go back to square one and start over.

* * * *
Forever … yeah, right.

* * * *
Yet another confabulation of groupthink hogwash.

* * * *
Eternal life, what is it but awareness, what is it but the undying moment.

* * * *
Time wears any number of hats, bare-headed all the while.

* * * *
Tomorrow, coming today.

* * * *
Always arriving, always departing.

* * * *
The dangled carrot, the unforgiving stick, are the foundation of motivation.

* * * *
Another idealistic notion for which history has at best rudimentary interest.

* * * *
Mother Gaia: womb and garden and graveyard.

* * * *
The paths to glory are many and equally vain.

* * * *
The streets of gold are within.

* * * *
You are a footnote in time, ultimately as anonymous as a grain of sand.

* * * *
We must all learn to swim about in our given mind pools.

* * * *
Kick out the other.

* * * *
For all life forms great to small, what is it to exist but ceaseless struggle.

* * * *
What need for dogma when you have eternal life.

* * * *
You do not have to do it all to see it all.

* * * *
There are no guarantees, my friend, no guarantees.

* * * *
The many-faced god is a many-fated god.

* * * *
The total functioning, where would you be without it?

* * * *
Those are the rules of the road … this dreamtime.

* * * *
All things possible are equally impossible.

* * * *
You make it what you will.  How could it be anything more or less?

* * * *
The entire universe is but a speck in the eye of your mystery.

* * * *
Just because you cannot wrap your head around something, does not make it any less true.

* * * *
Breathe easy, consciously, and nirvana will unfold its graceful wings.

* * * *
Adventures in time, stories in mind.

* * * *
The politics of becoming and the politics of being are two very different states of mind.

* * * *
Normal is nothing more than the middle ground of this insane asylum.

* * * *
Awareness, ephemeral, indistinct, nondescript, you.

* * * *
The people who are afraid to die are afraid to live.

* * * *
Let us not confuse inanity with happiness.

* * * *
Disappear as often as mind allows.

* * * *
Nature has no vanity but through human confabulation.

* * * *
It is only consciousness that changes hues; the palette of awareness is ever the same.

* * * *
We invent so many things, and then live to serve them.

* * * *
How many layers of lies have been woven into the fabric of any given tomorrow.

* * * *
Life is always spun whatever way the given mindset inclines.

* * * *
Vanity is the source of every imaginable mishap.

* * * *
The wind is no more wind than any wind could ever be.

* * * *
Any given question runs the risk of being limited by the assumptions from which it spawned.

* * * *
It’s a big fuckin’ universe, and it all starts in you.

* * * *
Is there a universe without you to witness it?

* * * *
Has that face staring back in the mirror ever really been the you staring into it?

* * * *
An imaginary center in the middle of nothing.

* * * *
We have made ourselves lords and ladies of an asphalt jungle.

* * * *
The three vanities … power … fame … fortune.

* * * *
How canny the unprincipled.

* * * *
The weight of tradition falls heavier and heavier upon every new generation.

* * * *
Yet another adventurer exploring this quantum affair.

* * * *
And to which assumptions will you cater today?

* * * *
The final solution is not of the worldly sort.

* * * *
Look in the mirror, we are the pigs wearing lipstick.

* * * *
Fear of the unknown runs deep in time’s bones.

* * * *
There is no resolution to the fragmentation of thought; there is only the next breath.

* * * *
All kingdoms are arbitrary inventions.

* * * *
Dust everywhere in this insidious universe.

* * * *
Maybe god is not what you think, or, then again, maybe it is.

* * * *
What an insistent thing all this empty chatter.

* * * *
There are some who are just not made to recite catechisms.

* * * *
We are all playing out one meme or another, perhaps several.

* * * *
Every seed starts anew.

* * * *
You imagine your Self you, and I imagine my Self me, the operating word imagine.

* * * *
The only real revolution awaits within.

* * * *
If there is a god or gods, are he/she/it/they really any different than any other player?

* * * *
Clock hands, round and round they go, declaring time real at every glance.

* * * *
Be weak or strong, you decide.

* * * *
As simple as it is, weaning your Self from the habitual mind is no easy task.

* * * *
What choice is there in the matter?

* * * *
Tooth and nail versus claw and fang, where would we be were it not for evolution’s happenstances?

* * * *
Human existence is a series of broad strokes filled with vain details.

* * * *
Yes, it will happen to you, too, despite all your hope and the many designs to which you cling.

* * * *
Where is the center without imagination to muster it.

* * * *
The endless quest to know what can never be known is delusional notion from the get-go.

* * * *
Go where no mind has gone before.

* * * *
Consciousness blurring into an indistinguishable din of stillness.

* * * *
Geeks rule in these our modern times, but what will they do when old school rises again?

* * * *
It is all illusion; no cherry-picking.

* * * *
It is your eternal life; best pay reasonably close attention while it lasts.

* * * *
The nothing special daze.

* * * *
Perdition is the interlude of a mind caught between heaven and hell.

* * * *
Just being does not require any particular setting, nor any noteworthy preparation.

* * * *
Awareness is the end-all-be-all of everything and nothing.

* * * *
You have never even once been separate from the moment you are in.

* * * *
Love thy Self, or at least try to put up with it.

* * * *
One man’s mundane is another’s windmill is still another’s wishful thinking.

* * * *
What is eternal life but this very moment in awareness you are.

* * * *
Why would you ever feel required to play it out the way history dictates?

* * * *
All laws but nature’s are arbitrary.

* * * *
You are the ever-emanating now, radiating an imaginary universe.

* * * *
The world and all its attributes are but stardust in your mind.


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(Transferred to fill out the diminished ten-page blocks during
the very gradual edit underway since September 2015)

The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown

Dedicated to all those fated to ponder the mystery
From which all things great and small
Are equally created.

The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009

World Rights Reserved


CHAPTER ONE

You are nothing but a dream of the absolute to fathom its eternal fathomlessness.

* * * *
To gain the perfect edge, the sword must withstand the forge many times.


CHAPTER TWO

To know life is to know death; one is not without the other.

* * * *
Attachment to mind and body is the fountainhead of suffering.

* * * *
Peace is a quality of consciousness, not some unattainable, divisible ideal.

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To see, to know, to own, that you are the absolute, manifest, is beyond all imagining.

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No matter how much you think you know, it is ever a mystery behind the veil.


CHAPTER THREE AND BEYOND

(Decided to just use the longer Leftovers, so the two chapters above will be for all she wrote)