Soundbites


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

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

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

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

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Intelligence is a many-faceted jewel.

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Life is not much good at playing fair.

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So much to know, so much to forget.

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What a twisting thing the monkey-mind.

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How agnostic is agnostic?

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

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

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

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Continuity?  Only in your dreams.

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The silliness only gets sillier.

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Genius is not always appreciated in its own time.

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The flame does not linger once the candle is lit.

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

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

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

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

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

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Sanity?  And that again is what?

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Relax, it doesn’t really matter.

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Which end of the leash is any dog walking?

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You call this a plan!?

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

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Feeling the need to identify with anything, why?

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You are but the sum of your thoughts.

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Breathe deep, sweet chariot.

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Freedom is the almost unbearable lightness of being.

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

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

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Joy is as imaginary as sorrow.

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Imitation is the way of cowards and fools.

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Is this not hell enough?

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It just doesn’t matter.

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

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Revenge is called justice when someone else metes it out.

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

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Another widgeteer: What a finite loop any specialization.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You are the nothingness come to life.

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

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

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Why would it matter even if you were?

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The difference between black and white is gray.

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Nothing but variables, but a great experiment, nonetheless.

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It is not time, it is not space.

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

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

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

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What need does a newborn have for belief?

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The choir sure does quibble over nothing.

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

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You, whose fate it is to think you are.

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

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Mesmerized by your seed line and where it landed.

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Strategy without tactics is like an end without the means.

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Thoughts looking for fertile ground.

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

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Who is it who cares, or not?

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

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

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

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Bask in this quantum awareness as will allows.

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

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

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Awareness coupled with consciousness, we all are.

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Practically over it.

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A very large perspective within a relatively tiny aspect.

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

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

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

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Sometimes you just need to break with the routine.

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

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

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Wisdom is the domain of many a fool.

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It is within that many a castle falls.

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

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

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

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An arbitrary creation from the get-go.

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

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

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

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Quantum this, quantum that, quantum everything.

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Be vast within.

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Where is the line between creator and creation?

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

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Break the code.

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It is within that reality will be discerned.

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

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The eye constantly changes as the mind does.

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

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Enjoy the day, Maestro.

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Serve you Self in whatever way you are called.

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

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Be the vastness within and without.

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

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

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A promise means nothing unless it is kept.

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Every birth a mutation of DNA seeking immortality.

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

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

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No contribution, just one vote, maybe.

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How quickly one moment can change everything that follows.

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There is no god in the way you think.

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

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

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The world is done and undone by differences.

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At birth you know nothing, at death nothing much.

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

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Nothing can be lost, nothing can be saved saved.

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

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

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

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

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Seemingly so many things, yet not all the time.

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Unfiltered by the inanities of political correctness.

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

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The unknown that is known is not the unknown.

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The need for control arises from great fear.

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

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

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

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

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

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Where can reason go without intuition its constant companion?

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What is the whole mind?

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

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

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It sounded good at the time.

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

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

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

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A good and true aphorism crosses all boundaries.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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How meaningless any principles to any given moment.

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Another widgeteer.  Whoo-hoo.

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Every zone has its regulars.

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Questions, so many questions.

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You are the brass ring.

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Born to die, live well.

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What is prior to real inquiry?

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

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That which is prior to consciousness leaves no trace.

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Choiceless is as choiceless does.

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Imagination carries the day.

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

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


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Soundbites
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