Breadcrumbs: The Unfolding Next Round - 05/10/21


Greetings,


Breadcrumbs kicked off in 2015.  This is the most current set of ponderings in process, posted here in case something beyond repair happens to this imaginary Me-My-Self-and-I.  It changes a bit every few daze, so stay tuned as interest allows. At the close of 2021, they will be filed in their respective Breadcrumbs zones – Leftovers; Soundbites; Breadcrumbs; Corollaries; The Standard Ripostes; Possible Last Words & Epitaphs; List of Top Books for the Up and Coming; 59 Moments to The Way It Is (And Is Not); Sketches of the Once Upon a Time; The Real is Discovering Series; Titles, Titles & More Titles; My (Not Quite) Haiku; Conversations; Definitions – and then, if the last quarter-plus century of personal history is any indication, another round of dittyfesting will likely relatively quickly blossom from this a-scribing mind.


Website:

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

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

Main Blogs:

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

The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim
http://theponderingsofyajekim.blogspot.com/

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

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


PDF’s 


Compendium of Breadcrumbs 2015 through 2020:


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


Breadcrumbs 2018 through 2020:

Breadcrumbs 2018: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2018.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2019: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2019.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2020: Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2020.pdf


Enjoy in joy as best ye may.

Ciao ciao,

M



Breadcrumbs 2021
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
© Michael J. Holshouser 2021
World Rights Reserved



LEFTOVERS



Mystery is the far better word for that which is ultimate, that which is true,

That which the human species has all too often fashioned into one idol or many.


* * * *

Your degree of intrigue in the human paradigm

Depends on where you landed in the genetic lottery,

And on how invested you are in your vanity and appetite.


* * * *

To bask in the eternal unborn-undying moment,

Some call it nirvana, some satori, some rapture, some joy, some harmony, some ecstasy,

Some paradise, some heaven, some bliss, some contentment.

I call it home, sweet home.


* * * *

Asserting a lie over and over again never makes it true,

No matter how many sheeple follow the marching band.


* * * *

You must look very close to discern that which cannot be seen.

You must listen very close to discern that which cannot be heard.

You must smell very close to discern that which cannot be smelled.

You must taste very close to discern that which cannot be tasted.

You must feel very close to discern that which cannot be felt.


* * * *

And through all creation, no matter how many there may have been,

With every quantum point and particle churning this way and that,

The awareness, the ever-present moment, untarnished by any of it.


* * * *

Hard to imagine something that has never played out

Sometime, somewhere, somehow, in the human theater.


* * * *

That led to this …


Led to this …

Led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … 

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … 

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … 

Led to this … led to this … led to this … 

Led to this … led to this … 

Led to this …


Cause and effect, timeless as it is, is the road down which all journey.


* * * *

How can there be any more meaning and purpose to existence

Than giving complete attention and right response

To the passing moment, ever the same?


* * * *

Awareness is eternal witness to the omnipresent, kaleidoscoping quantum theater.

All identity, all personality, is but the conditioned response of imagination

To all the causes, to all the effects, played out in each and every mind.

The you that you think you are, the you that you believe you are,

Is but an electromagnetically-induced chemical perception,

An illusion, a delusion, a deception, born of a mystery

Whose immeasurable truth can never be known

But by those rare seekers who become it.


* * * *

Regarding reincarnation, which so many belief systems endlessly speculate,

What exactly is it that can be reborn other than imaginary notion?

How can spaceless awareness, how can timeless awareness,

Ever be blemished by any imaginary attribute?

Any given seed is but a one-ride-only space-time machine,

Playing out the nature-nurture patterning into which it is spawned.


* * * *

The moment is awareness; awareness, the moment.

An inextricable, indelible, indivisible, perpetual fact.


* * * *

There is no time in awareness, there is no space in awareness.

There is no cause in awareness, there is no effect in awareness.

There is no beginning in awareness, there is no end in awareness.

There is no purpose in awareness, there is no meaning in awareness.

There is only the indelible moment, to which awareness is witness.


* * * *

Consciousness, cognizance, knowledge, memory, deliberation,

Thinking, recollection, recall, remembrance, retention, reminiscence, rumination,

Contemplation, reflection, meditation, pondering, musing, dreaming,

Merely different words for the same play of imagination.


* * * *

Push that button, flip that switch, as many times as you want,

It will never do more or less than what it was programmed to do.


* * * *

What is any culture but a dynamic stew of agreements and disagreements,

All playing out their groupthink over their given duration of time and space.


* * * *

There are no consequences in awareness.

The relationship between cause and effect

Does not in any way encumber awareness,

Does not in any way disturb awareness,

Does not in any way taint awareness.


* * * *

It is a quantum theater.

You are not the quantum theater.

You are the unborn-undying, eternal moment.

You are the awareness infusing the quantum theater.

You are the awareness perceiving the quantum theater.

You are the awareness witnessing the quantum theater.


* * * *

Tradition inevitably binds a culture to such a degree

That it becomes terminally inflexible to the ever-changing moment.

The world is strewn with the carcasses of peoples and civilizations come and gone

Because they could not discard the history, the mindset, that bore them.

They could not surrender to the changes required for survival.


* * * *

Awareness is the eternal moment.

It is without time, without space.

It is without cause, without effect.

It is without beginning, without end.

It is without purpose, without meaning.

It is absolute aloneness, unborn, undying.


* * * *

Everyone has a conditioned mindset,

A worldview that can, only with great discrimination,

Be only partially undone, redirected into something just as habitual,

But perhaps more enlightened, and a tad freer to carry on the long and arduous trek

Down the long and winding road less traveled. 


* * * *

We are really nothing more than etchings

Of memories of an existence we imagine we have lived.

Key moments that we visualize and re-visualize over and over again.

Amorphous perceptions forever unborn, forever undying,

Each and every moment, in the sands of time.


* * * *

Each and every single moment,

Every decision, every choice, every cause, every effect,

Tacks the future its inescapable direction.


* * * *

What is the human paradigm but individuals and groups,

Vying for supremacy in all of vanity’s imaginary cuisines.


* * * *

Awareness is the indivisible, impenetrable moment.

Awareness is prior to consciousness; there is no prior to awareness.

It is the inexplicable, immutable, indelible, omnipresent, faceless witness of eternity.

Label it whatever sound or symbol mind wills, no paradigm can ever own its unborn-undying nature.


* * * *

All religions are just a way for middlemen to control the masses.

The gold lining the streets of heaven is as enticing as the worldly variety.

All nothing more than vanity clutching at the swag of imagination.

The sheeple so many human beings are, are so easily herded.


* * * *

The imaginary you believes you exist, that you were born, that you will one day die.

That time and space are real, that the mind and senses demarcate the universe.

That the rise of humankind and all its civilizations, all its countless creations,

Is somehow ordained by deities on high, machinating with demons below.

And if not that, perhaps some grand, all-encompassing, scientific theory.

Or perhaps the artless nature of the fool too oblivious to even question.

Wake up, wake up, wherever you are, it is but illusion, you, its mystery.


* * * *

Why be at all concerned about heavens or hells or purgatories?

Or reincarnation, or any other mind-made, time-bound conception?

Of past lives you have no memory; of future lives you have no certainty.

All that is relevant is this very right-here-right-now eternal moment.

As it would have been, or will be, in any future-past ever created.

Be in this very singular moment, wherever, whenever, you are,

And all theaters will play out as the sands of time prescribe.


* * * *

… Stop believing …

… Stop believing all you know …

… Stop believing in the world …

… Stop believing in the universe …

… Stop believing in deities and demons …

… Stop believing you are a human being …

… Stop believing you are alive …

… Stop believing you will die …

… Stop believing you were ever born …

… Stop believing you are more than awareness …

… Stop believing you are even awareness …

… Just stop …


* * * *

What is, is the only moment that counts.

What will someday be, will have its moment.

What was, has already disappeared into the sands.


* * * *

Human beings are very adaptive,

And can even get used to inordinate torture,

If it does not manage to kill them first.


* * * *

Despite imagination’s interminable penchant for make-believe,

There is no other time, there is no other space, that you can possibly be,

But this very right-here-right-now, unborn-undying, eternally absolute moment.


* * * *

Some women blame men for the state of the world,

But the choices in their wombs have incubated it all.​


* * * *

No matter the migratory path across the globe,

The human paradigm is about stories​ in all their many different forms.

Call them whatever you will: histories, accounts, chronicles, parables, narratives, folklores, legends,

Myths, sagas, fables, fairytales, tall tales, fish stories, jokes, puns, yarns, anecdotes, witticisms,

Memoirs, journals, diaries, records, annuls, aphorisms, descriptions, maxims, proverbs.

Whether fictional or non-fictional, whether prose, poetry, drama, or some hybrid.

No matter the genre: literary fiction, historical, mystery, magical realism, 

Thriller, fantasy, horror, romance, science fiction, bildungsroman,

Dystopian, western, speculative fiction, or realist literature,

Or some other slice and dice of the mind-built pie,

The storytellers sculpt our world, our epoch,

Into whatever form imagination allows.


* * * *

For all practical purpose, vanity is hardwired into the human genome.

Some religious folk like to call it original sin for their own pious reasonings,

But it is really nothing more than the long and arduous path of natural selection.

The morphing evolution of breeding choices in the brewing stews of cultural theaters,

As the species gradually migrated every direction out of the African jungles of so long ago.

It is much less about sin than the inevitable outcome of all the dynamics this mystery has coined.

And awareness, the eternal, indivisible, unborn-undying witness in every sentient creation.


* * * *

The challenge is not making such a challenge of it.

Learn to endure the rises and falls, the ebbs and flows of the given mind.

As much as imagination would like to believe, nothing you do really ultimately matters even one iota.

Look for yourself, let go all the propaganda endlessly contrived for selfish purpose

By all the parasitic middlemen throughout the human epoch.

You are it, it is you, it is that simple.

* * * *

When it comes to eliminating all the cravings born of mind,

One way to do it is to eat all the chocolate you can until you puke.

So much that the yearning just drops away of its own accord.

* * * *

What is ego but little self’s identification with, little self's attachment to,

All the assumptions, all the habituation, that consciousness has imagined.


* * * *

Another meal, another drink, another shit, another piss.

On and on, over and over, again and again.

What’s to be vain about?


* * * *

All the histories, all the sciences, all the mathematics,

All the liberal studies, all the arts, all the music, all the whatever,

Are naught but the living-dying of imagination imagining.

Awareness is the unborn-undying witness to all.


* * * *

Awareness is prior to consciousness and all the dimensions it imagines.

All are but temporal creations, time-based perceptions of one theater or another.

No matter how vast or small, how complex or simple, all are naught but quantum illusion.


* * * *

The deities, singular or plural, were all fabricated by the mind of humankind.

They are vanity’s narcissistic-hedonistic need for meaning and purpose.

For some raison d'etre for this often banal, often painful existence.

For validation of the unquenchable craving for the unattainable more.


* * * *

A scarcity of self-importance is not necessarily a great weakness.

It can be a judicious realization of the nature of reality,

And the indivisible equality of all creation.

True humility is the ultimate state of beingness.


* * * *

The awareness is neither alive nor dead.

Only consciousness conceives existence.

Only consciousness imagines itself real.


* * * *

It is a good day to die.

Tomorrow would be better.

A day or so after that, even better.

* * * *

We have only put off the Darwinian nature of this garden for a brief while.

Malthus was not wrong, just unaware of the many changes on the road ahead.

How long can the tool-making genius of humankind shore up the leaking seawall,

Before it shatters and natural selection resumes, and the fittest again reign supreme?


* * * *

Lesson learned, maybe.

Lesson unlearned, maybe.


* * * *

The ethereal, sensory dream of quantum existence

Is nothing more than time-bound memory, even as it is happening.

The unborn-undying nature of awareness is not touched

By the willy-nilly of any imaginary construct.


* * * *

Ethics and aesthetics are so vainly subjective in any given mind,

As to warrant little more than a token sidebar of serious discussion.


* * * *

The human species is a cancer, and the only question

Is whether or not we will destroy our Mother

Before she comes up with an antidote.


* * * *

Calling it a life implies something much more than it is and can ever be.

Calling it a dream fits the narrative much more accurately;

Imagination being the root of the collusion

To which the human species is so inherently attached.


* * * *

Punctuation is the means by which an author’s intent is further clarified

For the reader wandering through whatever creation has been set down.


* * * *  

Was Jesus really the Jesus you think he was?

Was Moses really the Moses you think he was?

Was Lao Tzu really the Lao Tzu you think he was?

Was Shankara really the Shankara you think he was?

Was Muhammed really the Muhammed you think he was?

Was Zoroaster really the Zoroaster you think he was?

Was Krishna really the Krishna you think he was?

Was Buddha really the Buddha you think he was?

Was anyone really the anyone you think he was?


* * * *

Everything comes and goes, ebbs and flows, rises and falls, appears and disappears.

Everything is ever-changing in every possible way.

Cling to nothing.


* * * *

What is the mindful state given over to absolute awareness of the unborn-undying nature?

That which is prior to all imaginary notions evolved of the mind’s quantum dream.

That which is eternally right here, right now, without past, without future.

That which is all you really are, that which is all you really are not.

That which is the omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotence that is truly God.


* * * *

To abide in the eternal awareness is to live in an existential state,

Ever anew, flawless, pristine, impeccable, untarnished, immaculate.


* * * *

Where does inner begin and the outer end?

Where does the inner end and the outer begin?

All boundaries are the handiwork of imagination;

A sea of metaphors born of linguistic aptitude.


* * * *

Religion is a shell game

In which truth is veiled from the masses,

Who are mindlessly satisfied with titillating make-believe.

The endlessly absurd bunk of all their deities and dogmas and superstitions,

And were it possible, be chucked into the trash heap of history, and forever more disregarded.


* * * *

An 80-year existence as a human being, not including 20-ish leap years, is:

960 months; 4160 weeks; 29,200 days; 700,800 hours; 42,049,000 minutes; 2,522,880,000 seconds.

What will you do with all those moments in your preordained eternal dream?


* * * *

The ultimate solution to the human malignance is extinction.

Meanwhile, more of the same inevitable, cancerous mundane.


* * * *

What will your existence manifest if you are irrational?

Unwise, silly, senseless, wild, cracked, stupid, outrageous, unrealistic,

Outlandish, ridiculous, bizarre, peculiar, useless, eccentric, odd, zany, daft, hollow,

Passionate, fanatical, mad, extreme, preposterous, absurd, unreasonable, incredible, nonsensical,

Crazy, zealous, foolish, nutty, dippy, rash, reckless, foolhardy, lacking, wacky, screwy, futile,

Unconventional, preposterous, vain, futile, meaningless, fantastical, eccentric, illogical,

Capricious, implausible, farfetched, empty, unlikely, unbelievable, preposterous,

Strange, weird, whimsical, incongruous, ludicrous, pointless, offbeat, odd,

Farcical, idiotic, purposeless, fanciful, wacked out, off your head,

Generally just jam-packed with every assortment of magical thinking?


What will it manifest, what will it convey, if you are at least reasonably rational?


* * * *

How can you discern the eternal but by observing very lucidly,

By observing beneath the shallows of consciousness at the timeless awareness,

The moment in which the world, the universe, all creation, kaleidoscopes unborn-undying.


* * * *

The awareness of the eternal moment neither creates nor destroys.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither favors nor opposes.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither leads nor follows.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither covets nor limits.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither moves nor stills.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither gives nor takes.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither ebbs nor flows.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither rises nor sinks.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither wins nor loses.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither loves nor hates.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither comes nor goes.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither thinks nor acts.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither begins nor ends.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither profits nor loses.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither grasps nor frees.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither lives nor perishes.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither succeeds nor fails.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither accepts nor denies.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither grows nor shrinks,

The awareness of the eternal moment neither attacks nor defends.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither reveals nor conceals.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither obsesses nor ignores.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither harshens nor softens.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither indulges nor abstains.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither brightens nor darkens.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither increases nor decreases.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither appears nor disappears.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither conquers nor surrenders.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither consumes nor preserves.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither condemns nor absolves.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither ascends nor descends.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither hopes nor despairs.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither seeks nor finds.


* * * *

Humankind worships what it sees, what it feels, what it conceives,

Rather than the timeless indivisibility that can never be known,

Rather than the eternal moment that is ever unfathomable.


* * * *

The world, the cosmos, that your sensory mind daily perceives,

Will be forever undone at the imaginary mind-body’s demise.


* * * *

Only of the moment is true, and awareness is its witness.

All else is the fluff of consciousness and its imaginary fictions.


* * * *

Only consciousness conceives.

Only consciousness believes.

Only consciousness judges.

Only consciousness cares.

Only consciousness loves.

Only consciousness hates.

Only consciousness wants.

Only consciousness creates.

Only consciousness preserves.

Only consciousness destroys.


* * * *

Consciousness is a clingy thing, always wanting more, and more never enough.

Contentment is ever just out of grasp, and even if it could be grasped,

More would sooner than later raise its dissatisfied head.

Only the rarest of the rare can gaze mindfully joyful at a wall.


* * * *

The perpetual seeker crisscrosses every mountain path,

Never discerning there is no mountain, there is no seeker.


* * * * 

All ideas, all theories, all beliefs, all opinions,

Are conceptual frameworks concocted by imagination.

Awareness is the moment prior to all movements of consciousness.


* * * *

Whether total detachment is even possible for more than brief moments,

Is one of those ‘needs research’ questions every mind must itself fathom.


* * * *

The only thing worse than being bored, is being more bored.

And the only thing worse than being more bored

Is being even more bored.


* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

Who who’s?

Who what’s?

Who where’s?

Who when’s?

Who why’s?

Who how’s?


* * * *

Who Sleeps?

Who wakes?

Who knows?


* * * *

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* * * *

The kaleidoscoping quantum theater is but a mirage of the sensory mind.

And no mirage, no concept, no dream, no matter how real or true it may seem,

Is ever ultimately more than an assumption, an invention, a falsehood, a hoax, a lie.

It is all but a reverie to be taken only as seriously as the given witness is inclined.

Laugh if you can, cry if you must, what are joy and sorrow but secular states.


* * * *

Every moment you are born, every moment you die.

Unborn-undying every moment, why hold fast to anything?

Unborn-undying every moment, why be troubled about anything?

Unborn-undying every moment, why believe in anything?


* * * *

The deities most fabricate and worship are of a limited mindscape.

What God truly is, is so beyond the naked eye, that the naked mind

Cannot even begin to comprehend the infinitesimal infinity of it all.


* * * *

What we call heaven and hell, and everything between,

Are what you concoct, what you endure, in the here now.

State of mind, attitude, outlook, stance, bearing, is all.


* * * *

All things – animate or inanimate – are always in the quantum here now.

All forms great to small are but notions given reality by the sensory mind.

The eternal moment, the timeless awareness, is all there truly is, and is not.


* * * *

How to say it?


There is only the moment, and the awareness in which it resides.

or

There is only the awareness, and the moment in which it resides.


Can there be the awareness without the moment?

Can there be the moment without the awareness?


Is their separation, severance, partition, divorce, duality,

In any way or shape or form even remotely possible?


And why would you even bother asking?


Move on, Pilgrim.


* * * *

“How astounding so many across all times, all geographies,

Have been born in the land of the one true religion,”

He said in a voice laden with ironic mockery.


* * * *

Space-time is a quantum illusion​, an unfathomable theater,

Created by the magic of evolution, playing out in the mystery of awareness.

There is really only the inexplicable, intangible, immeasurable, unknowable, timeless moment,

Through which dreamtime streams, unfolds, unfurls, displays, kaleidoscopes,

In the mind-body patterning of each and every sentient being,

All extemporaneously interacting together,

All very much alone.


* * * *

In the immaculate awareness of the timeless unborn-undying moment, you do not exist.

Only in consciousness, only in the time-bound notions of imagination,

Does the me and myself and I come into being.


* * * *

What is to get ecstatic or concerned or depressed about?

You have been doing this since the beginning of all beginnings,

And will be until the end of all endings, and before and after that, too.


* * * *

Awareness does not give a gnat’s ass about your vanity,

All your narcissistic-hedonistic gamesmanship.

It will carry on with or without you.

Always has, always will.


* * * *

Mind-bodies too dynamic to keep still, have concoct everything imaginable under the human sun.

Culture, religion, commerce, industry, art, music, writing, architecture, war …

Even the most still ones rarely stay still for all that long.

The order of chaos rules.


* * * *

If this moment of immaculate awareness is all there is, how can any measurement,

Any assumption, any play of consciousness, whatsoever, ultimately mean anything?


* * * *

You are you, I am I, and we are all but limited mortal elements in this quantum dreamtime,

All together playing out every ecstasy, every agony, every narcissistic-hedonistic spin of the dice,

And not the remotest chance, not the vaguest possibility, of surviving all that long in the relative sense.


* * * *

Another moment slips seamlessly into another moment,

Into another and another and another and another, forever another.

All one in the same,


* * * *

Look behind those eyes, you think that awareness peering out is really just you?

We are all the same timeless mystery in every form quantum can spin into being.


* * * *

Science, philosophy, religion, spirituality, belief, superstition,

Dogma, worship, exaltation, glorification, adulation, conviction, respect, 

Idolization, praise, veneration, reverence, devotion, ceremony, sacrament, adoration,

Commandment, law, creed, canon, doctrine, principle, theory, code, rule, ritual, formula, model,

Speculation, conjecture, estimation, inference, intuition, fantasy, guess, notion …

What use does awareness have, what use does the moment have,

For any confabulation of consciousness?


* * * *

Space-time is a quantum illusion,

A three-dimensional dream of consciousness,

An evolutionary collusion, an ever-kaleidoscoping mirage,

An inexplicable magician’s trick extraordinaire.


* * * *

Whether many deities or just one, all religions, all mythologies,

Are nothing more than human vanity’s superstitious, delusional need

To pretend it is of first and foremost relevance to the inexplicable unknown.

Only path-less-followed minds see through the make-believe,

And stand alone, clear and unknowing.


* * * *

If it is a story, a myth, a legend, a tale, a chronicle,

A narrative, an anecdote, a description,

An account, a yarn, a fairytale,

Then it is not real.


* * * *

What we call reality starts unravelling pretty quickly

Once you start really looking with a detached eye.


​* * * *

How long will imagination allow you to reside in the immaculate serenity of awareness,

Totally alone, unbound by the tethers of the world and all its hullaballoo?

Why come back ever again to that which is not at all real

In any way or shape or form, whatsoever?


* * * *

All the problems, the mistakes, the bungles, the panics, the boo-boos, the miscalculations,

The complications, the faults, the errors, the catches, the slip-ups, the bruises, the oversights,

The inaccuracies, the disquiets, the bloopers, the gaffes, the muddles, the obstacles, the dilemmas,

The cuts, the lapses, the tears, the rips, the strains, the riddles, the missteps, the pains, the questions,

The dreads, the delays, the hitches, the lengths, the tortures, the glitches, the strivings, the nightmares,

The struggles, the stings, the distresses, the cruelties, the twinges, the anguishes, the slips, the concerns,

The inconveniences, the setbacks, the drawbacks, the stains, the hiccups, the stoppages, the intricacies,

The exertions, the adversities, the indiscretions, the horrors, the fears, the fretfulnesses, the nuisances,

The conundrums, the challenges, the posers, the enigmas, the cautions, the sufferings, the calamities,

The errors, the bloomers, the misprints, the faux pas, the howlers, the hurts, the aches, the sweats,

The worries, the anxieties, the strains, the griefs, the predicaments, the quandaries, the frights,

The phobias, the toils, the alarms, the brainteasers, the angsts, the troubles, the tribulations,

The apprehensions, the punishments, the afflictions, the snags, the troubles, the blights,

The obstructions, the difficulties, the blindsides, the bottlenecks, the hindrances,

The anomalies, the efforts, the trips, the oopsies, the oh-my-gods, the boobs,

The snafus, the blunders, the botch-ups, the cockups, the fuckups …

You just have to wrap your head around living with them.


* * * *

To cease cloaking awareness with time and space and its ever-kaleidoscoping quantum attributes,

Is a conceptual awakening that humanity is having considerable difficulty achieving.

Even in light of the vast amount of scientific evidence to the contrary,

Lethargic minds are substantially more suited to superstition and absurdity.

Peering behind the mask of the many-faced mystery is a task to which few are called.


* * * *

Awareness is all there is … In its ever-present moment, you always are.

There is no ‘have always been’ … There is no ‘will always be.’

Time and space are naught but quantum illusions

In which imagination takes flight in every notion imaginable.


* * * *

If you treat going to sleep as if it were a little death,

The real thing will not be all that different,

But without the alarm going off.


* * * *

The human species is not capable of awakening to the larger vision of its Self.

It will slumber on and eventually perish in the ruins of whatever is left,

As ignorant and foolish as when it exited the jungles of long ago.


* * * *

Everything is unequivocally relative to everything else.

Every mind-body, every frame of reference is a universe unto its Self.

No two are ever alike, and none will ever envision any other’s but through their own.


* * * *

The mind-body is the only way you can ever travel the space-time of this eternal quantum mystery.

And it will ever be at a one-breath-at-a-time, one-step-at-a-time, one-moment-at-a-time, kind of pace.


* * * *

Who wrote this?

Who do you think? And why would it matter?

All that matters is that you have the keenness to read it, and unlock the given mind

From the shackles of a conditioned nature-nurture dream.

Awareness is all, all is awareness.


* * * *

There is no forward, there is no back, there is no right nor left nor oblique.

There is only this very right-here-right-now quantum dreamtime,

For whatever moment the mystery of awareness allows.


* * * *

What is the meaning, what is the purpose of existence?

Why, everyone unremittingly telling everyone else

What they should believe and do, obviously.


* * * *

A time machine would be great fun, if time truly existed.

Alas, imagination is the one and only contraption on hand.


* * * *

Despite all words, all concepts, all notions to the contrary,

All philosophies must ultimately boil down to nothing,

Else the philosophers have not made the final unknowing leap,

And are instead snared by the metaphors of their own imaginary design.


* * * *

Beneath the eyes, beneath the ears, beneath the nose, beneath the tongue, beneath the skin,

You, the timeless awareness, ever attentive to whatever moment the quantum mystery presents.


* * * *

Something may seem strange or wrong now, but obviously did not in whatever when.

What point judging history and all the numberless values the times of mind do ordain?


* * * *

The quickest, easiest way to put any given true believer behind you

Is to listen for a bit, nod a few times, offer thanks, and then meander on.

If you discuss or argue further, you risk wasting who knows how much time

That would be better spent wandering alone in your own sovereignty.


* * * *

Game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off …


* * * *

Human pap.

Human tripe.

Human dreck.

Human bunkum.

Human nonsense.

Human foolishness.

Human poppycock

Human hogwash.

Human claptrap.

Human garbage.

Human twaddle.

Human rubbish.

Human drivel.

Human idiocy.

Human trash.

Human dross.

Human tosh.

Human rot.


* * * *

All sentient forms great to small gaze out upon their unique universe,

Each and every one the same indivisible, ubiquitous awareness,

The same indivisible source, the same indivisible mystery.

Declare the awareness to be one god or many,

By whatever deific-sounding sounds comes to mind,

The inscrutable that humankind ever aspires to penetrate,

Is eternally indifferent to, unaffected by, all conscious endeavors.


* * * *

What creature can resist a free meal, free deal, or safe harbor?

Even the wildest things can be tamed with the right enticement.


* * * *

How passionately love can so easily morph into resentment and hate.

It may be eternal in the ultimate, indelibly, excruciatingly idealistic sense,

But the vanities are more than capable of adulterating anything and everything.


* * * *

The only way to suppress human corruption is to build hedges and dikes against it,

And then perpetually maintain them against the unceasing greed that powers its engine.


* * * *

And how could any other speculated dimension

Operate with a different set of rules, a separate set of laws,

Than that crafted by the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., quantum),

And the ethereal, indivisible awareness in which it plays out?


* * * *

What is death but the end of the need to think, to breathe, to move, to eat, to drink, to poop and pee.

The end of ever-kaleidoscoping agonies and ecstasies played out in the dream of time and space.

The end of power, fame, wealth, and all the narcissistic and hedonistic vanities they serve.

The end of the Seven Deadly Sins: pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, sloth.

The end of knowledge and wisdom and foolishness, and all the effort to maintain them.

Death offers such peace, such quietude, the heaven of non-existence, no imagination required.


* * * *

Here it all is, right here, right now.

Awareness, allotted to an imaginary existence.

The you that you imagine is not, was not, will never be.

You are the nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

A mystery the time-bound mind can never grasp. 


* * * *

It is really quite astounding to contemplate

How all the sounds we daily use to communicate

Slowly evolved from across all human history.

And English, the most dogged mutt to date.


* * * *

Celibacy is a mindful alternative

If you wish to avoid buckets of bother with the opposite sex.

Love is an enticing mirage that can quickly morph into limitless forms of hellish enterprise.

Suffer on if you choose, but it is not mandatory.


* * * *

All nothing more than the make-believe-pretend

Of the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., quantum)

Riding the coattails of the mystery of awareness.


* * * *

What is the feminine mystique

But an infatuation with much ado about nothing,

Often resulting in nothing more than a harvest of unremitting vexation.


* * * *

When it comes to being prepared for the ever-changing elements,

Remember it is far easier to take off something

Than it is to add on nothing.


* * * *

Delve into the ultimate, definitive, supreme reality of your timeless, sovereign, absolute aloneness.

Your essence, your core, your gist, your crux, your root, your marrow, your beingness,

Your kernel, your lifeblood, your substance, your immortality, your soul.

The one and only truth you are, have ever been, will ever be.


* * * *

Applause, limelight, fame, celebrity, stardom,

Recognition, reputation, distinction, eminence, renown, praise,

Appreciation, approval, sanction, prominence, acclaim, popularity, glory, standing,

Status, notoriety, infamy, disrepute, ignominy, dishonor, legend, myth,

Or even obscurity, insignificance, irrelevance, anonymity.

What are they, for whom Self is all there is?


* * * *

The Axis of Evil


Nepotism
the practice among those with power or influence

of favoring relatives or friends, esp. by giving them jobs.

Cronyism
the appointment of friends and associates to positions of authority,

without proper regard to their qualifications.

Favoritism
the practice of giving unfair preferential treatment

to one person or group at the expense of another.


* * * *

Everything happens with or without your perception.

Everything happens with or without your permission.

Everything happens with or without your acceptance.


* * * *

What is this phenomenon we call existence?

A long and winding yellow brick road,

A deep and cavernous rabbit hole,

A reverie of timeless perception,

A collection of memories called real.

Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

To be born is akin to the tabula rasa of unworked wood,

Destined to experience an unknown duration of every whittle existence offers.

Cut, carved, sliced, chiseled, chopped, shaved, trimmed, peeled, shaped, molded, formed, fashioned;

A mind-body-nature-nurture sculpture from first gasping breath to last wheezing one.


* * * *

Everything you think is a record of your nature-nurture habituation,

The conditioning that plays over and over and over, until death do you part.

Understand the difference between believing the record, and witnessing the record.


* * * *

Every life a dream of its own, until death it does forever part.

The same quantum mystery, the same awareness, all the while.


* * * *

Why is it that magical thinking is so crucial for so many?

How is it that the quantum theater is not magical enough?


* * * *

For the seer, the challenge of the ever-changing consciousness

Is in the remembering and forgetting of its imaginary creation.


* * * *

All creation is but a simultaneous blip of imagination.

Ergo, time and space to play it out in grand theater form.


* * * *

Death is a dispassionate reaper.

The powerful and the weak,

The wealthy and the poor,

The famous and the unknown,

All find their way to the same grave.


* * * *

Despite all evidence, all beliefs, all theories, all assumptions to the contrary,

It is nothing more than a manifest dream, a touchy-feely mirage,

That has no ultimate meaning or purpose, whatsoever.

Only vanity ever make-believes it more.


* * * *

If you are perusing philosophical thoughts such as these,

Then you have to some degree realized you are a witness to the mystery.

You are seer, mystic, oracle, hierophant, eye of the unknown peering out upon creation.

Perhaps you will even become a scribe, a future-past fellow of the Dead Poets Society,

Or an artist of some other genre, who may well impart a vision in a way no other has.



SOUNDBITES



Prior to all the passions of consciousness, you, awareness, are.


* * * *

Even the greatest writings are only ladders to be kicked away.


* * * *

The end to seeking comes when insight empties the cup.


* * * *

Discern that in which even wisdom loses its hold.


* * * *

You can always count on the next moment being very different very much the same.


* * * *

Whatever you imagine it to be, it is and is not.


* * * *

Life is chock-full of bad decisions with resounding consequences.


* * * *

Double-check, always double-check.


* * * *

Imagination is just imagination no matter how well-imagined it may be.


* * * *

So many people, so many places, so many adventures.


* * * *

What’s the word?


* * * *

Be ever watchful, ever detached, ever fearless, ever open, both without and within.


* * * *

Back to where it all started.


* * * *

Humankind reveres its stories; their wisdom, only so much.


* * * *

It is all gossip.


* * * *

Wisdom is the harvest of attention; serenity, the fruit of awareness.


* * * *

Perhaps try it the other way around.


* * * *

The story’s in the muse.


* * * *

The human paradigm is a collusion of imaginary scale.


* * * *

Even the most determined seekers are often beguiled by one distraction or another.


* * * * 

It all comes together sooner or later, sort of.


* * * *

Adventures happen.


* * * *

Just another day in the human debacle.


* * * *

What is left that can sate the incessant craving of a weary mind?


* * * *

Tomorrow never comes but as today.


* * * *

Another opportunity for a little home time.


* * * *

And the drop tarried.


* * * *

Idolatry is not, has never been, will never be, truth.


* * * *

And awareness stirred.


* * * *

You are the unborn-undying awareness prior to consciousness and all its imaginary whims.


* * * *

If there is nothing to do, do it well.


* * * *

In every moment, are you born and dying? Or unborn and undying? Who’s looking?


* * * *

Eternal life, eternal death, same thing, same moment.


* * * *

Awareness is the sentience in all things animate; the potential in all things inanimate.


* * * *

The world you have created is your own very much alone.


* * * *

Gone before you know it.


* * * *

Cause and effect, timeless as it is, is the road down which all journey.


* * * *

Speculation is not truth; it is all speculation.


* * * *

Look where your dick landed you this time.


* * * *

There is neither time nor space enough in awareness for you to exist.


* * * *

Let the critics debate the details; it is their wannabe hell.


* * * *

Awareness is prior to consciousness; there is no prior to awareness.


* * * *

It is all the make-believe of vanity, the whole shebang, the whole enchilada.


* * * *

Trading one catechism for another is not a liberating path.


* * * *

Your play of identity, your vanity, is but a ruse of consciousness.


* * * *

Is it eternal life? Or eternal unborn-undying awareness?


* * * *

Give it up.


* * * *

Awareness is this moment; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

There is nothing to achieve; eternity is all.


* * * *

Why postpone the inevitable?


* * * *

Better to be speculated a fool than open your mouth and confirm it.


* * * *

What more do you want?


* * * *

Growing old is about all the things you used to be able to do.


* * * *

Just another distracting detour.


* * * *

He who is first is not necessarily best.


* * * *

There are no consequences in awareness.


* * * *

Women are tied to the world, to the mundane, to the illusion, by their wombs.


* * * *

A busy mind is not a free mind.


* * * * *

All is not lost until it is lost.


* * * *

Awareness is the first and the last, the most and least it can ever be.


* * * *

How determined, how obligated, how curious are you, to witness tomorrow’s sunrise?


* * * *

No one can really know more than they can imagine remembering.


* * * *

Sand and gold, what difference, really?


* * * *

It is less about wrapping your head around it, than it is unwrapping your head in it.


* * * *

Is it really your mind? Your body? Your soul? Who's the who, who owns anything?


* * * *

The end of desire is the end of sorrow.


* * * *

Whether or not you accurately translate what was written is not the author’s burden.


* * * *

It is all talk until it is not.


* * * *

Hard to remember how you did all that.


* * * *

A good day to live, a good day to die, what, pray tell, is the difference?


* * * *

Pregnant words are prone to miscarriage.


* * * *

Knowledge is trivial pursuit without the critical thinking that connects the dots.


* * * *

Problem solved.


* * * *

Is happiness any more than a pleasant blend of chemistry?


* * * *

There is no before awareness, there is no after awareness, there is only awareness.


* * * *

Commitment is a trap of a voluntary nature.


* * * *

And what has any critic created that would withstand the claw and fang of the parasitic brethren?


* * * *

What a load of crap.


* * * *

Where would humankind be without its storytellers?


* * * *

Wakey-wakey.


* * * *

Freedom beckons those with eyes that see and ears that hear.


* * * * 

So many things we wish had said; so many things we wish we had not.


* * * *

Let it all go.


* * * *

Imagination can only take you so far.


* * * *

In the aging process, so many things that were once of interest turn into once-upon-a-time.


* * * *

Yet another tire-kicking, looky-loo seeker.


* * * *

Hard to remember; hard to forget.


* * * *

We are all limited by, bound up, trapped in, our words.


* * * *

Talk is cheap, and many if not most are misers.


* * * *

A busy mind deflects eternity.


* * * *

Yet another unanchored assumption.


* * * *

Where knowledge ends, awareness reigns absolute.


* * * *

The plight of humankind was in play long before we were scrambling in the tree-tops.


* * * *

Is there anyone without an agenda?


* * * *

Rediscover the eyes you had before imagination took root.


* * * *

You can kill the mind-body, but you cannot kill your unborn-undying Self.


* * * *

It is a mystery, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

The challenge is letting go of everything; do it now, or at death’s door, no matter.


* * * *

Awareness trumps all idolatry.


* * * *

How often no answer can be the best answer.


* * * *

Putter on.


* * * *

There is no need for a supreme being; the mystery is quite capable on its own.


* * * *

Speculation is not knowledge.


* * * *

No need to keep seeking that which you have already found.


* * * *

Do you abide in whatever existence you are cast, or whatever existence calls you?


* * * *

Good health is your only real wealth.


* * * *

Everything born dies; the only question is who will bury who?


* * * *

Imagination believes it lives; imagination believes it dies.


* * * *

You are eternity cloaked in vanity.


* * * *

So many things you cannot know; no point giving yourself a headache over it all.


* * * *

Awareness is the omniscient voyeur.


* * * *

And when has rushing about willy-nilly really ever gotten you anywhere?


* * * *

You are the mystery you seek; discern it and the quest ends.


* * * *

The pain of existence just does not let up, and detachment only offers so much salve.

* * * *

So much suffering everywhere, and when it comes to giving, all have different causes that call them.

* * * *

You are it, it is you, it is that simple.

* * * *

What we have done to our garden is a horror story, and the future will be forever disfigured by it.

* * * *

We cannot stop ourselves from killing off the host any more than any cancer can.

* * * *

Too late to fake that one.

* * * *

More willy-nilly time ahead.


* * * *

More was not necessary.

* * * *

Who would ever come up with all this religious mumbo-jumbo gobbledygook on their own?

* * * *

No fun looking down the tunnel ahead watching the lights dim.

* * * *

Ever mind its own climate.

* * * *

What is old age but spending more and more time just trying to stay alive and pain-free.


* * * *

Still the mind, and what questions, what answers, matter?


* * * *

In time, you cannot go back, you can only stream on.


* * * *

Seeking who-what-where-when-why-how answers runs the gamut, the gauntlet, of speculation.


* * * *

Nothing to become, everything to unbecome.


* * * *

How long can any desire hold fast if you totally give yourself over to it?


* * * *

The vanity trap has been the burden of human consciousness since little self took root.


* * * *

How it was before is but nostalgia filled with reminiscence, wistfulness, longing, and melancholy.


* * * *

No place to arrive, no goal to achieve, no chore to complete, no glory to gain, awareness is.


* * * *

Existence as it is known is nothing more than memory, even as it is happening.


* * * *

How can you fill an empty cup?


* * * *

Eternity rules.


* * * *

The human paradigm is a delusional infatuation with its own imagination.


* * * *

Judge as you will, your vanity matters not.


* * * *

Ethics and aesthetics are so subjective as to not be worth more than trifling discourse.


* * * *

The mind is imagination’s playground. 


* * * *

Prior to sight, prior to sound, prior to taste, prior to smell, prior to touch, awareness is.


* * * *

Ever-aging body, ever-aging mind, never-aging mystery.


* * * *

Words, words, words … Sounds given meaning … All signifying nothing.


* * * *

Nature is nature, nobody owns it, nobody owns anything.


* * * *

Vengeance is vanity’s cold delight; justice is a jury’s revenge.


* * * *

All religion is just as vain, just as narcissistic, just as hedonistic, as any other human enterprise.


* * * *

The facade of civility daily grows more brittle.


* * * *

Watch your words.


* * * *

The many are not without the one; the one is just fine all alone.


* * * *

Many things can be perceived many ways; quick conclusions are prone to error.


* * * *

Speculation abounds.


* * * *

Is it possible to feel happiness or sorrow or any other passion if you are totally present?


* * * *

Take a break, figure it out another day.


* * * *

Consciousness is born and dies; awareness is unborn-undying.


* * * *

Imaginary worlds, imaginary minds.


* * * *

Scientists measure, philosophers describe, monks meditate, so many ways to explore the mystery.


* * * *

Do not burn bridges if you do not need to.


* * * *

So many guises to this mystery.


* * * *

Awareness is prior to consciousness, prior to all quantum dimensions, all electromagnetic creations.


* * * *

You are bound by nothing but imagination.


* * * *

The sun does not care.


* * * *

Just do it ... Don't ask, don't tell.


* * * *

Natural Law supersedes any and all human concoctions.

​* * * *

And the glint of a Nobel Peace Prize in their greedy little eyes.

​* * * *

How rich the one who wants little; how poor the one who never has enough.


* * * *

It is consciousness that suffers, it is imagination that suffers, not awareness.


* * * *

A collusion of imaginary proportion.


* * * *

What is vanity but narcissism and hedonism running amok in the playground of greed.


* * * *

Depression is a hole well worth exiting as quickly as possible.


* * * *

Now, see if you can find another way to read it.


* * * *

Neither deities nor demons have much use for philosophers.


* * * *

Are you astute enough, worthy enough, to be conscious container, conscious witness, of all creation?


* * * *

To live without thought oi yesterday or tomorrow, is not as easy as you might wish.


* * * *

All lives are death sentences, really, some a tad shorter, some a tad longer.


* * * *

Is your cup overflowing or empty?


* * * *

You are the unborn-undying awareness; everything else is imaginary.


* * * *

If it requires belief, it is not truth.


* * * *

A disease called life.


* * * *

Less a belief system than a seeing dynamic.


* * * *

Consciousness ponders, consciousness wants, consciousness cares; awareness, not so much.


* * * *

Curiosity don’t just kill cats.


* * * *

Another day of in the world, and not of it.


* * * *

Each moment is its own reckoning.


* * * *

Do not for a moment think any creature has ever, or will ever, see the quantum mystery the same.


* * * *

All good times must end sometime, as must the bad ones, as well.


* * * *

Hear! Hear!


* * * *

Who’s savage? Who’s civilized? Answers vary according to circumstance.


* * * *

Just do it.


* * * *

Don’t ask, don’t tell.


* * * *

The Great Quantum strikes again.


* * * *

No need to make it more than it is.


* * * *

You are your own student, your own teacher, in this Don Quixote inquiry into irony and paradox.


* * * *

Finally figured it out, eh?


* * * *

The state of the world is but a dreamer’s dream.


* * * *

Every life departed likely full of unfinished projects, not all neatly wrapped.


* * * *

It is all about context.


* * * *

World weariness is a trap of its own, not an easy one to leave behind.


* * * *

Good or evil, modest or vain, rich or poor, sage or fool, fate holds none aloft.


* * * *

You never know who is ready to awaken, or to what degree.


* * * *

You cannot change your fate, you cannot avoid your fate.


* * * *

The sum of humankind adds up to nothing.


* * * *

Life offers many adventures for you to accept or decline as the moment allows.


* * * *

What possible point is there in you knowing that?


* * * *

Clocks may go round and round, but eternity is ever still.


* * * *

Oh, ye of little doubt


* * * *

Life is tough in the slow lane.


* * * *

What is eternal life but a mind given over to the awareness prior to consciousness.


* * * *

Live and learn, die anyway.


* * * *

Who is master? Awareness or imagination? Eternity or consciousness?


* * * *

There are a lot worse places to live.


* * * *

This ain’t no melting pot, this is an uncooked stew.


* * * *

You are the center of your world, your universe.


* * * *

Metaphors abound.


* * * *

Assumptions can kill ya.


* * * *

The path of least resistance is a harbor of its own.


* * * *

Imagination takes itself so seriously.


* * * *

A temporal affair.


* * * *

Why would you praise any god that did this to you?


* * * *

A different bittersweet


* * * *

Happy daze.


* * * *

Does time really go any direction?


* * * *

Curiosity is not easily abated; consciousness ever yearns for more.


* * * *

Can’t prove a thing, really.


* * * *

Why wait to go out on a bad day?


* * * *

That which was so strong and vibrant in youth, becomes but a scarred and listless thing in old age.


* * * *

Gotta be born somewhere.


* * * *

Suicide is less about killing your Self than it is removing the mask and all it pretends.


* * * *

Statistics can never skip a beat weaving both great truths and great untruths.


* * * *

It is only as real as you believe it.


* * * *

War always needs cannon fodder.


* * * *

It is a litigious cover your ass world.


* * * *

If your sense of god does not include you, best look again, Pilgrim.


* * * *

Wandering a dream.


* * * *

Do you conquer the mountain, or does the mountain conquer you?


* * * *

Religion is what middlemen and followers do.


* * * *

Solutions generally become apparent when problems are seen clearly.


* * * *

Just because you did something yesterday does not mean you have to do it today or next year.


* * * *

Laugh if you can, cry if you must, what are joy and sorrow but secular states.


* * * *

Who Sleeps? Who wakes? Who knows?


* * * *

It is tough being born; it is even tougher if you are a cartoon.


* * * *

little self, Big Self, which are you here now?


* * * *

How to say it?


* * * *

The intensity of self-absorption is the suffering.


* * * *

Santa Claus need not apply.


* * * *

Do you know enough to know how little you know?


* * * *

Your Mommy doesn’t live here.


* * * *

When just being is not enough, when more is not enough, ambition and greed rule.


* * * *

The insanity of humanity.


* * * *

Who who’s? Who what’s? Who where’s? Who when’s? Who why’s? Who how’s?


* * * *

In the moment, in pure awareness, you do not exist.


* * * *

Just because billions of people believe something delusional does not make it any less absurd.


* * * *

Die, and the whole world, the whole cosmos, dies with you.


* * * *

Brainwashing, nothing cleansing about it.


* * * *

Humankind’s genetic fascination with flesh and bodily fluids makes for every variety of delusion.


* * * *

Regarding inquiry into this mystery, only the courageous need apply.


* * * *

To forget or not to forget, that is the question.


* * * *

The order of chaos rules.


* * * *

Nothing has ever touched the real you; only that which is consciousness thinks and feels.


* * * *

Not easy to win in this game.


* * * *

The source of vanity is imagining self to be real.


* * * *

Discern that awareness in the dream-weaving mind where time ceases and space dissolves.


* * * *

Lots and lots of memories; let them all go in one fell swoop.


* * * *

The vanity to which all cling, despite all speculations to the contrary, is a one-shot deal.


* * * *

A poor memory is not necessarily a bad thing.


* * * *

This is a boggling mystery, why give it a name?


* * * *

The wind of imagination is the weaver of the delusion.


* * * *

Better late than never, better now than forever.


* * * *

Prayer, the ultimate insult to real faith.


* * * *

The vanity of religion is unending and without respite.


* * * *

Well, wrongo-bongo, Kiddo.


* * * *

Guaranteed, your version of self-importance is not.


* * * *

Death while living is what seers across time have called the ecstatic union.


* * * *

Go where everything is forgotten.


* * * *

Those who consider themselves religious authorities are charlatans upon the podium of absurdity.


* * * *

Rest assured you will be forgotten like all the rest; anonymity is eternity’s guarantee.


* * * *

No persuasion is required in the perception of truth.


* * * *

How is it any more or less vain to commend something than it is to condemn it?


* * * *

Existence is the time machine of eternity.


* * * *

Another curse.


* * * *

Lose the whiney voice.


* * * *

Prolonging the inevitable one breath at a time.


* * * *

Subtleties within subtleties are the order of any given moment.


* * * *

Yet another day in Perdition.


* * * *

Any given life is chock-full of miscalculations that lend themselves to the fated endgame.


* * * *

Enjoy in as much joy as you can muster.


* * * *

As old as old is.


* * * *

If you cannot do something, do nothing.


* * * *

Are you really any more than a lifetime’s collection of habits?


* * * *

Pleasure is the absence of pain; peace, the absence of detail.


* * * *

May as well stop talking to your Self; you know what you are going to say.


* * * *

Why debate the obvious?


* * * *

What is young, what is old, in the realm of the quantum enigma?


* * * *

Prior to consciousness, prior to memory, prior to imagination, prior to pride, you are.


* * * *

All sense of obligation is the creation of the other, to which you daily choose to subscribe, or not.


* * * *

Only imagination exists, you do not.


* * * *

Attached to self, to tribe, to geography, to history? Why?


* * * *

Another day in the race against futility.


* * * *

Taking metaphors literally is the trap into which superstitious minds inevitably fall.


* * * *

What would you do if all your questions were answered?


* * * *

Challenging to feel heroic all the time.


* * * *

Superior, eh? We shall see.


* * * *

Sentimentality, what a snare.


* * * *

What is called existence is really nothing more than the past tense of imagination fueled by pride.


* * * *

What’s your treasure?


* * * *

The mountain is rife with paths of every variety imaginable.


* * * *

Wallowing in despair, as tempting as it is, gets you nowhere all too quickly.


* * * *

More is not enough, enough is not more.


* * * *

As if it never happened.


* * * *

Sage this.


* * * *

Every mind-body has its own cross to bear.


* * * *

Dispatch all notions of deities, of superstitious and magical thinking, and live free.


* * * *

Awareness is all, all is awareness.


* * * *

Consciousness is imagination is dreamtime.


* * * *

No word matters in the realm of eternal awareness to which you are sovereign.


* * * *

Do you really want to go there?


* * * *

Abide in the awareness where contentment reigns.


* * * *

The mind is easily astray in the metaphorical dance.


* * * *

Just enough.


* * * *

Lying to your Self again, are we?


* * * *

The ebb and flow of pride is the human paradigm in a nutshell.


* * * *

Assume 42 is the answer, and get on with it.


* * * *

Do not allow the delusions of others to sway or cloud your clarity.


* * * *

There are neither sages nor seekers in the realm of awareness.


* * * *

Yes, it is all one, but only religious dogmas bother to name and wage war over it.


* * * *

The bliss of travel is leaving behind the day-to-day weights and measures.


* * * *

Living a long life is nothing to write home about.


* * * *

So, you are still a seeker seeking the mystery right behind your eyes.


* * * *

Picture, picture, on the wall, who’s the baddest enemy of all?


* * * *

There goes another real moment that can never be known.


* * * *

The freezer door is open.


* * * *

How's the race with dirt doing this fine day?


* * * *

How many things you have done that you never need to do again.


* * * *

It works well enough for plebeian fare.


* * * *

Is it grim if it is true?


* * * *

Another moment imagination can only pretend to know.


* * * *

So, what are you up to this fine day in your dream of time?


* * * *

Yup, that’s where you put it.


* * * *

Imaginary notion is the drivetrain of every human mind.


* * * *

Seeing things as they are what a challenge.


* * * *

History is awash in every conceivable variety of imaginary notion.


* * * *

Going through the motions.


* * * *

Toga or three-piece suit, the patterns are the same.


* * * *

There are no rights; life itself is an entitlement.


* * * *

No frames, no boundaries.


* * * *

What is the bad flavor this month?


* * * *

Saving the world one moment at a time.


* * * *

What’s happening, Dreamer?


* * * *

Watch and wait, do not anticipate.


* * * *

Pretenders pretend because for the sake of others.


* * * *

All who join any group give themselves over to the delusion of the group mind.


* * * *

Imagination wins out until the simplicity of merely breathing, merely being, carries the moment.


* * * *

Anyone or anything can be thrown under the cart or to the wolves when self-interest comes to bear.


* * * *

Logic and rationality have a tendency to rule only in logical and rational minds.


* * * *

Going through the motions.


* * * *

Needs research.


* * * *

Not quite as superior as one; not quite as humble as another, vanity rules.


* * * *

Keeping it real.


* * * *

Death and taxes are only a thin slice of the bother existence offers.


* * * *

Before you can think about it.


* * * *

Fashion any earthling into a beast, and you can do whatever you will to it.


* * * *

The point is there is no point.


* * * *

A few moments, good or ill, is all it takes to change an existence forever.


* * * *

How is it the unpretentious, compassionate, openhanded existence is so undervalued as heroic?


* * * *

And then there was nothing but what nothing could do.


* * * *

Expectations are the root of all disappointment.


* * * *

These modern times.


* * * *

Perhaps it will make sense another day.


* * * *

True science must withstand the influence of politics and funding.


* * * *

Where all futures end.


* * * *

Superstition is a mainstay of the human paradigm, in the face of which science is powerless.


* * * *

Is it possible to exist in this world without vanity? is a question for the ages.


* * * *

Life is what happens between naps.


* * * *

Taking things as they are is one of the greater challenges.


* * * *

Awareness, without concern, without attachment, allows whatever imagination wills.


* * * *

What will you suffer for another breath?


* * * *

The dull blade of mediocrity endures only because it suffers nothing sharper.


* * * *

Likely, a goodly number of people you have known are already dead.


* * * *

If you believe humanity’s endless parade of deities and dogmas mean anything, guess again.


* * * *

How can you persuade anyone of the truth they refuse to discern?


* * * *

Cause and Effect are a consequential duo.


* * * *

Love is an enticing mirage.


* * * *

There you are.


* * * *

Which tomorrow shall it be?


* * * *

Full enough to be empty, empty enough to be full.


* * * *

Always comparing apples and oranges, why?


* * * *

One thing after another.


* * * *

What hope does nature have once it is designated a resource?


* * * *

What becomes of beehives or ant colonies that cease to work for the greater good?


* * * *

Batten down them hatches.


* * * *

What is old age but dollop after dollop of bother.


* * * *

 If there is some sort of supreme deity, then he/she/it has a lot to answer for.


* * * *

The Reaper will show up in a moment very much like this one.


* * * *

The delusions of magical thinking are many and without end.


* * * *

Life is a marathon, not a sprint.


* * * *

Tied that knot a little too tight, eh?


* * * *

No meeting was ever too short.


* * * *

The dead are free; the living must endure.


* * * *

Somebody else got that dream.


* * * *

It comes and goes without saying.


* * * *

Free at last.


* * * *

There is no accounting for absurdity.


* * * *

A plan, finally!


* * * *

Delve into the aloneness; it is you.


* * * *

Awareness is neither heart nor mind, nor any other imaginary notion.


* * * *

Find your tabula rasa, discern your pu, your unworked wood.


* * * *

What a lucky man he was.


* * * *

Always expect the unexpected.


* * * *

The superstitious mind is a lazy mind.


* * * *

Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.


* * * *

Who could have predicted that?


* * * *

You knew that was going to happen.


* * * *

Loneliness is but a concoction of the mind’s unswerving need for more.


* * * *

A thing for things.


* * * *

Education does not for intelligence make.


* * * *

It might have even been intentional.


* * * *

If you are a millennial, no worries, we have learned not to expect too much.


* * * *

All or nothing.


* * * *

How difficult for the imaginary mind to remain still.


* * * *

You are a front and center part of the majesty; no need to create deities and dogma.


* * * *

Yet another way of putting it.


* * * *

Patterns unending.


* * * *

Who could have foreseen that?


* * * *

No point envying another’s dream; play out the hand you have been dealt.


* * * *

A meeting has to be awfully worthwhile to be better than no meeting at all.


* * * *

All are first and last who see the unknowable mystery within all things.


* * * *

To be born is to die every moment until the vessel finally gives way to one mortal end or another.


* * * *

The cosmic mind is yours to discover if you are capable of letting everything go.


* * * *

Anatomy and character are the sculptors of destiny.


* * * *

Sometimes you have to take the pain.


* * * *

Why bother?


* * * *

Embrace death, it is life’s ever-present companion.


* * * *

What is history but an imaginary context that orchestrates a future.


* * * *

Just another item on a bulletin board.


* * * *

Clinched fist, open hand, circumstance is all.


* * * *

A brand-spanking-new discovery every time.


* * * *

No way to know that.


* * * *

What is old age but dollop after dollop of bother.


* * * *

Not quite as superior as you.


* * * *

Not quite as humble as you.


* * * *

A zen life without the zen.


* * * *

You call this a plan?


* * * *

Fairytales do not for truth make.


* * * *

History is an indifferent taskmaster.


* * * *

Who is not at many times both best friend and worst enemy.


* * * *

The last vanity is believing you are enlightened.


* * * *

What we endure just to see another day.


* * * *

If you have tasted something once, you have tasted it a thousand times.


* * * *

Good attitude, bad attitude, your choice.


* * * *

Pure laziness.


* * * *

How challenging to perceive a bubble before it bursts.


* * * *

Death is an equal-opportunity reaper.


* * * *

Keeping up with it all, what a chore.


* * * *

Old age is about enduring fellow withereds always complaining about their declining health.


* * * *

Sometimes so huge, sometimes so small.


* * * *

What were you thinking!?


* * * *

The entire human drama is nothing more than mental illness born of genetic engineering.


* * * *

The greatest story ever told? Nah, maybe the greatest scam.


* * * *

No one wants to hear it.


* * * *

All are comrades in quantum.


* * * *

Count your limitations, they are many and not far between.


* * * *

How you end your window of time is the final pattern.


* * * *

Count your blessings, they will end.


* * * *

Nothing you need see, nothing you need do, nothing you need be, oblivion beckons.


* * * *

Who is today’s king of the mountain?


* * * *

The Difference Between Black and White is a state of mind.


* * * *

Only the dead know the end of all things imaginary.


* * * *

Yet another example of absurdity infinitum.


* * * *

Imagination frolics willy-nilly in the forebrain theater.


* * * *

Dead is dead, how is for the living to bother about.



BREADCRUMBS



To bask in the eternal moment,

Some call it nirvana, some satori, some rapture, some joy, some harmony, some ecstasy,

Some paradise, some heaven, some bliss, some contentment.

I call it home, sweet home.


* * * *

So many people, so many places, so many adventures.


* * * *

The pen and keyboard dance for me.


* * * *

Double-checking, always double-checking.


* * * *

Don’t like it? Don’t read it.


* * * *

Ride it out to the bitter end?

Or abandon ship before the inevitable?

Let the judge, the jury, and the executioner decide.


* * * *

What is left that can sate the incessant craving of this weary mind?


* * * *

Fortunately, I am not a politician, so your vote, for or against, counts for squat.


* * * *

The list of bothers inflicted upon this mortal frame is long and harsh.


* * * *

Did I say I was free?


* * * *

Why postpone the inevitable?


* * * *

Look where your dick landed you this time.


* * * *

What concern have I for heavens and hells,

For reincarnation or any other time-bound conception?

Of past lives I have no memory; of future lives I have no certainty.

All that matters is this very right-here-right-now eternal moment.

As it would have been, or will be, in any future-past ever coined.


* * * *

I have left you with nothing.


* * * *

Hard to remember how I did all that.


* * * *

Whether you accurate translate what was written is not the author’s burden.


* * * *

Ate plenty, drank plenty, played plenty, worked plenty,

Ran plenty, walked plenty, sat plenty, slept plenty, thought plenty,

Watched plenty, heard plenty, tasted plenty, smelled plenty, touched plenty.

No need to beat a dead dog; enough was enough long ago.


* * * *

Quit you’re whining, I have to listen to enough of my own already.


* * * *

This is a haphazard collection of many thoughts set down over many years.

It is up to the earnest reader to separate the wheat from the chaff,

To grade, to sort, any of my subjective, limited thinking,

In their astute quest for the irrefutable truth,

To which all have access, but only the rare few discern.


* * * *

No place to lead you, nothing to teach you,

Except right-here-right-now is the only place to be,

And for that you are most truly on your own.


* * * *

Herein witness the joy of word association.


* * * *

I am glad I am old to endure much longer the even harsher world unfolding.


* * * *

In sleep, every night is a new adventure.


* * * *

Neither deities nor demons have much use for philosophers.


* * * *

Older and more pathetic by the day.


* * * *

If I were to off myself, would I be happily asleep forever?

Or wake up in the same hell, or some alternate perdition?


* * * *

It is not like I have not thought about that before.


* * * *

Nomad, wanderer, traveler, sojourner,

Explorer, sanyasi, student, apprentice, pupil, learner,

Adventurer, transient, trailblazer, itinerant, speculator, buccaneer,

Pioneer, migrant, drifter, rover, vagrant, rambler, voyager, trekker, rolling stone,

Dreamer, philosopher, sage … All of the above, and more, I have been.


* * * *

A gun in the hand is worth two in the holster.

​* * * *

Probably guaranteed I do not want to follow anybody who wants to lead me.

​* * * *

Give me street smarts any day, a piece of paper means nothing without it.


​* * * *

No grand Nietzsche-esque treatise to be usurped in this body of work.

Hopefully, history will either use these many thoughts to rational ends, or ignore me entirely.

If not, at least hopefully it will not seize them for abominable purpose,

As it has the writings of so many other seers.


* * * *

Why would you praise any god that did this to you?


* * * *

Can’t prove a thing, really.


* * * *

Worked harder, not smarter.


* * * *

I don’t do groupthink


* * * *

Wandering a dream, aloof and free.


* * * *

Just another dusty, all but unread manuscript.


* * * *

Why wait to go out on a bad day?


* * * *

“How astounding so many across all times, all geographies,

Have been born in the land of the one true religion,”

He said in a voice laden with ironic mockery.


* * * *

Anything but a human being.


* * * *

Incautiously cynical.


* * * *

I know enough to know how little I know.


* * * *

Those who read this, where they are, I do not know.

It is a snowball set in motion to which end I have no clue.

Nor has any other seer whose allotted time has come and gone.


* * * *

A poor memory is not necessarily a bad thing.


* * * *

It always makes me laugh that you ever thought there was a point.


* * * *

The joys of being a crippled-up old man are few and more than a little far between.


* * * *

Yet another day in Perdition.


* * * *

Lose the whiney voice.


* * * *

"Just one more good day!" the crippled old man whimpered plaintively from his wheelchair.


* * * *

By this mind-body, and the cosmos and world it has somehow fashioned,

I, whatever ‘I’ imagines itself to be, will not much longer be afflicted by this reverie of space and time.

One moment in some relatively near-soon, by, if the fates deign it, this own crippled hand,

This inexplicable awareness shall back into the serenity of oblivion be cast.


* * * *

The bliss of travel is leaving behind the weights and measures of the day-to-day.


* * * *

How much can the world give that the human species will not without hesitation take?


* * * *

How's my race with dirt doing this fine day?


* * * *

The prophet who never was.


* * * *

The world, the cosmos, is filled with ghosts of your creation.


* * * *

Living a long life is nothing to write home about.


* * * *

Did a lot of things that I don’t never need to do again.


* * * *

History toys with all who believe.


* * * *

The world you know is destroyed each and every moment.


* * * *

Same old rolodex of imaginary perceptions, none more real than the next.


* * * *

It so wearies me to much longer endure the pain and suffering this mind-body has in store.


* * * *

Those were the daze, my friend, we dreamt they would never end.


* * * *

Going through the motions.


* * * *

Applause, limelight, fame, celebrity, stardom,

Recognition, reputation, distinction, eminence, renown, praise,

Appreciation, approval, sanction, prominence, acclaim, popularity, glory, standing,

Status, notoriety, infamy, disrepute, ignominy, dishonor, legend, myth,

Or even obscurity, insignificance, irrelevance, anonymity.

What are they, for whom Self is all there is?


* * * *

Life is a marathon, not a sprint.


* * * *

A thing for things.


* * * *

A churning rolodex of memories.


* * * *

Keeping it real.


* * * *

Free at last.


* * * *

What a lucky man he was.


* * * *

I have delved into the aloneness, and it is me.


* * * *

Many times, it begins with just the inkling of a notion, not even close to being fully formed,

And the new ditty takes fuller definition as pen scribbles across paper.

And later, when time is made for the keyboard,

That squiggle of an idea often magnifies even further.

The joys of word association are many and not far between.


* * * *

My little soapbox, off to the side, out of any limelight.

Who knows if anybody is even listening,

And who is left to care?


* * * *

What was I thinking!?


* * * *

Keeping up with it all, what a chore.


* * * *

You call this a plan?


* * * *

I have been my best friend and worst enemy.


* * * *

How many women always want men to aspire to their limitations?


* * * *

Sun and moon and planets going indivisibly round and round, where’s the time in that?


* * * *

Nothing I need see, nothing I need do, nothing I need be, oblivion beckons.


* * * *

Alas, I am prone to making mistakes, but I am never wrong, ha-ha.



COROLLARIES



René Descartes:

If you would be a real seeker after truth,

It is necessary that at least once in your life,

You doubt, as far as possible, all things.

Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:

Maybe even twice.


* * * *

Friedrich Nietzsche:

That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.

Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:

What doesn’t kill you today will take another stab at it tomorrow.


* * * *

Ethics:

Ethics or moral philosophy is a branch of philosophy that "involves systematizing, defending,

and recommending concepts of right and wrong behavior". The field of ethics, along with aesthetics,

concerns matters of value, and thus comprises the branch of philosophy called axiology.

Ethics seeks to resolve questions of human morality by defining concepts such as good and evil,

right and wrong, virtue and vice, justice and crime. As a field of intellectual inquiry, moral philosophy

also is related to the fields of moral psychology, descriptive ethics, and value theory.

Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:

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


* * * *

1 Corinthians 13:11:

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.

When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.

Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:

Are we just talking Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny?



POSSIBLE LAST WORDS & EPITAPHS



Why postpone the inevitable?


* * * *

Problem solved


* * * *

Oh well


* * * *

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


* * * *

Live and learn, die anyway


* * * *

Just wasn’t interested in being old and crippled.


* * * *

No absurdity here


* * * *

Oh, ye of little doubt


* * * *

The Man

The Myth

The Legend


* * * *

Aloof and free


* * * *

Why would you praise any god that did this to you?


* * * *

Why wait to go out on a bad day?


* * * *

Older than the stars, younger than the moment


* * * *

The race against futility is finally over


* * * *

All is awareness, awareness is all


* * * *

How's my race with dirt doing this fine day?


* * * *

Where all futures end


* * * *

The AMA can’t get me here


* * * *

There you are


* * * *

Those were the daze


* * * *

Needs research


* * * *

Observations from Hell


* * * *

You’re on deck, hombre


* * * *

Got out with a few chips still on the table


* * * *

Life is a marathon, not a sprint


* * * *

Alone again, naturally


* * * *

Free at last



THE STANDARD RIPOSTES



While opening a door for someone: Your universe is working for you.


* * * *

Pfft.


* * * *

Everything born dies; the only question is who buries who?


* * * *

Awareness trumps all idolatry.


* * * *

Good health is your only real wealth.


* * * *

Wisdom is the distillation of experience.


* * * *

Win some, lose some, win more later.


* * * *

Hear! Hear!


* * * *

Try not to wish your life away.


* * * *

Whac-A-Mole


* * * *

A Collusion of Imagination


* * * *

Just do it.


* * * *

Don’t ask, don’t tell.


* * * *

I’m glad I’m old.


* * * *

Do not burn bridges if you do not need to.


* * * *

This ain’t no melting pot, this is an uncooked stew.


* * * *

There are a lot worse places to live.


* * * *

Gotta be born somewhere.


* * * *

Assumptions can kill ya.


* * * *

Why would you praise any god that did this to you?


* * * *

My real name is Peter Pan


* * * *

Worked harder, not smarter.


* * * *

Rich man’s life on a dime.


* * * *

Every night’s a new adventure.


* * * *

Oh, ye of little doubt


* * * *

Why wait to go out on a bad day?


* * * *

Your Mommy doesn’t live here.


* * * *

Anything but a human being.


* * * *

The insanity of humanity.


* * * *

Mowgli in the forest out the back door,

Huck Finn in the Mississippi across the street,

Sisyphus daily pushing the boulder up the mountain,

Johnny Appleseed casting his ruminations across the world,

Sparrowhawk pursuing the shadow across the depths,

Phaedrus journeying down the asphalt pathways,

Paladin have-gun-will-traveling down the trails,

The Joyful Curmudgeon irreverently amused,

Jester Amok unleashing definitive cuisine,

Muad'Dib piercing the water’s secrets,

Bond sipping the shaken-not-stirred,

Joe Everyman wandering all camps,

And Peter Pan in the essence of all.


* * * *

It's a good day to die, tomorrow would be better.

* * * *
Once upon a time.

* * * *
Those were the daze.

* * * *

Needs research.


* * * *

Yes means yes, no means no, and maybe does not mean yes.


* * * *

Life is a marathon, not a sprint.


* * * *

The freezer door is open.



TITLES, TITLES & MORE TITLES



A Collusion of Imaginary Scale


* * * *

And the Drop Tarried


* * * *

What’s the Word?


* * * *

Debunking the Human Paradigm


* * * *

Adventures Happen


* * * *

The Winds of Fate


* * * *

It is All Gossip


* * * *

The Online Pulpit


* * * *

Back to Where It All Started


* * * *

The Story’s in the Muse


* * * *

Don’t Like It? Don’t Read It


* * * *

On Leaving the Game


* * * *

Gone Before You Know It


* * * *

Speculation is Not Truth


* * * *

The Land of Love


* * * *

The Land of Hope


* * * *

The Land of Despair


* * * *

The Land of Hate


* * * *

The Land of Superstition


* * * *

The Land of Logic


* * * *

The Land of Never Never


* * * *

The Land of Always Always


* * * *

That Led to This


* * * *

The Whims of Consciousness


* * * *

Eternal Life


* * * *

Eye of the Unknown


* * * *

The Whole Shebang


* * * *

The Whole Enchilada


* * * *

Pfft


* * * *

Mindhunter


* * * *

Just Another Detour


* * * *

Give It Up


* * * *

What More Do You Want?


* * * *

The Curse of History


* * * *

Things You Used to Be Able to Do


* * * *

Freedom’s Beckoning Call


* * * *

The Weight of History


* * * *

Moments We Regret


* * * *

Things We Wish We Had Said, Things We Wish We Had Not


* * * *

The Trap of Commitment


* * * *

Unanchored Assumptions


* * * *

Wakey-Wakey


* * * *

What a Load of Crap


* * * *

Let It All Go


* * * *

The Art of the Storytellers


* * * *

The Trap of Words


* * * *

The Faceless Witness


* * * *

The Case of the Missing Thing


* * * *

Claw and Fang


* * * *

Problem Solved


* * * *

Tire-Kicking, Looky-Loo Seekers


* * * *

Hat Talkers


* * * *

Is There Anyone Without an Agenda?


* * * *

Awareness Trumps All Idolatry


* * * *

A Moment in Time


* * * *

Putter On


* * * *

The Vanity Trap


* * * *

Good Health, Real Wealth


* * * *

How It Was Before


* * * *

Speculation is Not Knowledge


 * * * *

Awareness, The Omniscient Voyeur


* * * *

The Vanity Set


* * * *

The Field of Possibilities

* * * *

Too Late to Fake That One

* * * *

More Was Not Necessary


* * * *

Imaginary Worlds, Imaginary Minds.


* * * *

Imagination’s Playground 


* * * *

Watch Your Words


* * * *

The Sun Does Not Care


* * * *

Whac-A-Mole


* * * *

The Evolution of Civility


* * * *

The Façade of Civility


* * * *

Eternity Rules


* * * *

Glad I’m Old


* * * *

Bound by Nothing


* * * *

The Unattainable More


* * * *

Older by the Day


* * * *

Every Night, A New Adventure


* * * *

The Walking Dead


* * * *

A Gun in the Hand is Worth Two in the Holster


* * * *

The Vanity Trap


* * * *

Unborn, Undying


* * * *

The Freedom of Aloneness


* * * *

Speculation Abounds


* * * *

Oh Ye of Little Doubt


​* * * *

The Three-Letter Folk

​* * * *

Overflowing Cup, Empty Cup


* * * *

A Disease Called Life


* * * *

Quantum Feast


* * * *

The Man Who Suffered


* * * *

Savages


* * * *

The Last Selfish Moment


* * * *

The State of the World


* * * *

In the World, and Not of It


* * * *

Hear! Hear!


* * * *

A Seeing Dynamic


* * * *

Just Do It


* * * *

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell


* * * *

Curiosity Killed the Cat


* * * *

The Shallows of Consciousness


* * * *

The Sum of Man


* * * *

The Sailor’s Journey


* * * *

The Anathema of Groupthink


* * * *

The Perpetual Seeker


* * * *

The Town Cryer Trolls


 * * * *

The Air of Vanity


* * * *

Psychic Scar Tissue


* * * *

Move On, Pilgrim


* * * *

 Can’t Prove a Thing, Really


* * * *

Fantasy Gods


* * * *

The Imaginary Assumption


* * * *

A Temporal Affair


* * * *

The Air of Imagination


* * * *

An Overwhelming World


* * * *

A Different Bittersweet


* * * *

Aloof and Free


* * * *

The Great Deceiver


* * * *

Total Detachment


* * * *

Wandering a Dream


* * * *

The Longer State


* * * *

Why Wait to Go Out on a Bad Day?


* * * *

Your Mommy Doesn’t Live Here


* * * *

The Treason of Greed


* * * *

Anything But a Human Being


* * * *

little self, Big Self


* * * *

Who Sleeps? Who wakes? Who knows?


* * * *

The Darwinian Stew


* * * *

Incautious Cynicism


* * * *

The Insanity of Humanity


* * * *

How to Say It?


* * * *

Life, It’ll Kill Ya


* * * *

Talk, Talk, Talk


* * * *

The Arrogance of Religion


* * * *

The Vanity of Religion


* * * *

Prayer, the Ultimate Insult to Faith


* * * *

All of a Sudden


* * * *

Where Everything is Forgotten


* * * *

Breaking the Dam


* * * *

The Genetic Assumption


* * * *

The Atypical Mind


* * * *

Death While Living


* * * *

Well, Wrongo-Bongo, Kiddo


* * * *

Secrets of the Zipper


* * * *

The Hardscrabble Heart


* * * *

Santa Claus Groupthink


* * * *

The Source of Vanity


* * * *

The Many-Faced Mystery


* * * *

No Persuasion Required


* * * *

Another Curse


* * * *

Prolonging the Inevitable


* * * *

As Old as Old Is


* * * *

Another Day in Perdition


* * * *

Why Debate the Obvious?


* * * *

Lose the Whiney Voice


* * * *

Eternity’s Guarantee


* * * *

Subtleties Within Subtleties


* * * *

A Series of Miscalculations


* * * *

The Podium of Absurdity


* * * *

Rebel Without a Cause


* * * *

Down the Rabbit Hole


* * * *

The Downward Spiral


* * * *

Penury’s Absence of Justice


* * * *

One Breath at a Time


* * * *

Awareness is All, All is Awareness


* * * *

The Race Against Futility


* * * *

The Book of All Questions Answered


* * * *

The Pharaoh Dilemma


* * * *

Willy & Nilly


* * * *

The Path-Ridden Mountain


* * * *

Where Contentment Reigns


* * * *

What’s Your Treasure?


* * * *
Sage This


* * * *

The Gray Matter Trap


* * * *

Do You Really Want to Go There?


* * * *

Rules of Engagement


* * * *

On Lying to Your Self


* * * *

42 is the Answer


* * * *

The Timeless You


* * * *

Awareness: The Timeless You


* * * *

Wallowing in Despair


* * * *

The Realm of Eternal Awareness


* * * *

Just Enough


* * * *

The Pride of Me, Myself, and I


* * * *

The Tyranny of the Other


* * * *

Prior to Memory


* * * *

Prior to Imagination


* * * *

Prior to Pride


* * * *

An End to Greed


* * * *

Obviously


* * * *

Only Imagination Exists


* * * *

The Whirlwind of Existence


* * * *

As If It Never Happened


* * * *

Bingo, Baby! Bingo!


* * * *

The End to Hope


* * * *

Boiling Down to Nothing


* * * *

Into the Wind


* * * *

The Ebb and Flow of Pride


* * * *

No Frames, No Boundaries


* * * *

The Prophet Who Never Was


* * * *

Once Upon a Time


* * * *

Saving the World One Moment at a Time


* * * *

This Month’s Flavor


* * * *

His Own Form of Vanity


* * * *

A Little Showroom


* * * *

The Land of Imaginary Notion


* * * *

Beyond Redemption


* * * *

The Ghosts of Mind


* * * *

Gordian’s Naught


* * * *

The Times of Mind


* * * *

What’s Happening, Dreamer?


* * * *

Lost World


* * * *

Just Another Spiritual Scam


* * * *

The Horde of Ghosts in Every Mind


* * * *

The Pretenders


* * * *

The Alone Zone


* * * *

This Month’s Enemy


* * * *

Hither and Thither


* * * *

The Pretend of History


* * * *

Life Ahead


* * * *

Ghosts All


* * * *

Last Man Standing


* * * *

A Rumor of Life


* * * *

Discovery After Discovery


* * * *

Going Through the Motions


* * * *

Game Face On, Game Face Off


* * * *

Before You Can Think About It


* * * *

These Modern Times


* * * *

Needs Research


* * * *

The Point is There is No Point


* * * *

The Great Solitude


* * * *

Those Were the Daze


* * * *

Where All Futures End


* * * *

Memory Lanes


* * * *

Going Through the Motions


* * * *

The Serenity of Oblivion


* * * *

Widgeteers


* * * *

Free at Last


* * * *

Widgets, Thingamabobs, Doohickeys, Doodads, Gizmos, Whatsits & Thingys


* * * *

Love, An Enticing Mirage


* * * *

A Rolodex of Memories


* * * *

All Pretend


* * * *

Keeping It Real


* * * *

On High


* * * *

The Distracted Life


* * * *

Strange Moments


* * * *

Guess Again


* * * *

One Thing After Another


* * * *

The Will to Exist


* * * *

King of Paupers


* * * *

The Reflective Life


* * * *

There You Are


* * * *

Batten Down the Hatches


* * * *

The Pothole Kingdom


* * * *

The Snowball Theorem


* * * *

Not Quite as Superior as You


* * * *

Not Quite as Humble as You


* * * *

The Axis of Evil: Nepotism, Cronyism, Favortism


* * * *

Find Your Tabula Rasa


* * * *

The Polarity Wars


* * * *

The Freezer Door is Open


* * * *

For Vanity’s Sake


* * * *

Who Could Have Predicted That?


* * * *

The Darwinian Balance


* * * *

Happy Daze


* * * *

The Forever Hungry Button


* * * *

Roughriders


* * * *

Another Way of Putting It


* * * *

You Knew That Was Going to Happen


* * * *

Always Expect the Unexpected


* * * *

Dilettantes


* * * *

Patterns Unending


* * * *

The Delusions of Magical Thinking


* * * *

A Thing for Things


* * * *

What a Lucky Man He Was


* * * *

All or Nothing


* * * *

Yes Means Yes


* * * *

Who Could Have Foreseen That?


* * * *

Deities and Dogma


* * * *

Discern Your Unworked Wood


* * * *

The Darwinian Precipice


* * * *

That Was Unexpected


* * * *

Improvise, Adapt, Overcome


* * * *

Anatomy and Character​: The Sculptors of Destiny​


* * * *

Best Friend, Worst Enemy


* * * *

A Wandering We Will Go


* * * *

Noblesse Oblige


* * * *

In Prison​, Again


* * * *

Good Attitude, Bad Attitude, Your Choice


* * * *

Sometimes So Huge, Sometimes So Small


* * * *

No One Wants to Hear It


* * * *

Oblivion Beckons


* * * *

New Money, Old Money


* * * *

All About DNA


* * * *

No Way to Know That


* * * *

The Great Waters


* * * *

The Forebrain Theater


* * * *

Pure Laziness


* * * *

Covid-19: Year One: The Cakewalk


* * * *

Comrades in Quantum


* * * *

The Art of Reason


* * * *

Darwin’s Jungle


* * * *

What Were You Thinking!?


* * * *

Nouveau Riche


* * * *

Vieil Argent


* * * *

Messianic Narcissism


* * * *

Why Bother?


* * * *

Count Your Blessings Before They End


* * * *

Enough, Already


* * * *

The Plaintive Cry


* * * *

The Final Pattern


* * * *

Lost in the Bubble


* * * *

Count Your Limitations, They Are Many


* * * *

My Little Soapbox


* * * *

The Mirage of Memory


* * * *

A Worthy Scabbard


* * * *

Heart Free, Mind Free


* * * *

Awareness Free


* * * *

A Dog’s Life


* * * *

A Cat’s Life


* * * *

The Difference Between Black and White


* * * *

Freedom for the Stallion


* * * *

Freedom for the Mares and Colts


* * * *

The April Fool


* * * *

Bubble Awareness


* * * *

Midnight Curfew


* * * *

Afternoon Delight


* * * *

Tiptoe Through the Tulips


* * * *

The Man Cave


* * * *

Clinched Fist, Open Hand


* * * *

The Perception of Now


* * * *

The Man with the Golden Cock


* * * *

The Girl with the Golden Pussy


* * * *

Harvest Moon


* * * *

A World Undone


* * * *

The Joy of Word Association


* * * *

Hazmat Bold


* * * *

The Swirl of Imagination


* * * *

The Rainbow of Imagination


* * * *

The Ever-Changing Consciousness: Remembering and Forgetting Its Imaginary Creation.


* * * *

You Call This a Plan?


* * * *

Despite All Evidence to the Contrary


* * * *

Idolatry for Vanity’s Sake



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More soon ... Of that there can be little doubt for as long as these mortal lungs are still drawing air … So stay tuned, you Wascally Wabbit.



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