Soundbites
Breadcrumbs 2025
Bits and Pieces From a Dream of Time
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Every mind instantly weaves the eternal moment into its imaginary frame of reference.
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The known can never attain the unknown; the mind can never attain the no mind.
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You are eternity witnessing a touchy-feely dream; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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Here You are right here, right now, timelessly eternal; nothing before or since has ever happened.
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Politics and diplomacy are obtuse art forms, in which directness only rarely finds welcome.
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A lie is a lie, but the white ones tend to keep the sails of relationships and situations a bit more trimmed.
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Easier to conquer the world than it is your self.
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The unborn-undying awareness is the same in all living creatures.
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You owe history nothing but what You freely consent.
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Cheating and conniving your way through life, what could possibly be the point?
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mind creates its own hell, its own purgatory, its own heaven, and like snowflakes, none ever alike.
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Space and time weaves along in me, along in You, so we sing the song, and believe it true, so true.
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Only through the other, can the no other of Self, be discerned.
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A smorgasbord, a potpourri, a motley, an assortment, a miscellany, a variety, for which few truly hunger.
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Take it, or leave it, You decide.
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And here it is, the inexplicable eternal mystery of You, right before your eyes.
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Your entire existence has been but one breath from death.
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This is the moment that will happen.
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In the cosmic vastness of possibilities, You are.
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The idolatry of the true believer is the plague of history.
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The three paths to a hellish existence are lust and anger and greed.
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All history is of relatively short duration from the eternal view.
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All that suffering, all that passion, all that reverie, has never been more than imaginary notion.
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It is just about filling the time with whatever your nature-nurture fate calls.
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The ether of awareness is the earth-wind-water-fire of consciousness.
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Every life form is completely alone for all eternity; all equally created of the same ineffable mystery.
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Death is the great escape.
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Philosophical inquiry by those who answer the call of eternity, is rarely without great time and effort.
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Everyone wanders – a labyrinth, a maze, a frame of reference, a muddle – of their own imaginary design.
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This is an entirely Self-generated creation.
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Fallacious thinking creates its own fallacious reality.
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How can there be a point, when the moment passes too quickly, for one to land, much less stick.
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The other is a figment of imagination.
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Sooner or later, all pyramids are raided by one future-past or another.
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Your cosmos is only as infinite, only as infinitesimal, as your imagination.
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A huge mansion, a huge castle, only means you have to walk further to take a shit.
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How capable are You, really, of changing even one speck of the imaginary you, You play?
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Consciousness v. Awareness is a no-contest contest.
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All dreamtime dances in the moment.
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The cosmos is but a relatively large dance floor for the mystery to witness everything imaginable.
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To give full attention to the moment, is an every-moment challenge.
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A deep, full breath is the surest way to clear, to recalibrate, the busy-busy mind.
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The rule of law is black and white; the real world, shades of gray.
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A willingness to throw out the baby with the bathwater is required to cede to doubt.
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Why get all twisted up about what is really nothing more than illusion?
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Pyramids are just over-sized storage units.
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To live a life without doubt, is to miss entirely its pointlessness.
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What is prayer but another token of imaginary chatter.
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Any leadership is a reflection of its electorate, and that can be exceedingly scary at both ends.
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The lotus blossoms alone, sovereign, absolute; be a lotus.
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Would our ancestors applaud or kill us, for what we have done to their garden?
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Imagination only knows what it projects.
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Every sentient creature, each very much timelessly alone, suffers existence in its own very unique way.
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All of creation is a simultaneous continuum.
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As these bodies become torture units, the absence of pain can be the greatest pleasure.
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It is not the numbers that lie; it is those who wield them.
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As the open hand is to the monkey’s freedom, the open mind is to yours.
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That is the part You play, but is that face in the crowd, the real You?
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Disengage from the patter of mind; dive into the still depths of awareness.
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How unremarkable the uncritical mind.
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You must wash away the little self, to see the big Self, You are, have ever been, will ever be.
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We are all the tools of Mother Nature and her Magical Mystery Tour.
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The dreamer is the dream; the dream, the dreamer.
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A thesaurus is a means, to finding that more accurate word, for whatever it is You are trying to say.
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Aging begets an ever-unfolding set of consequences, for which compromise and adaptation are requisite.
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All the commitments to a dream; talk about irony and paradox.
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To wander as though dead – as detached, as nondescript, as the dead – is the great challenge.
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Of gain and loss, gain is the far easier one to endure.
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The mind focuses with the most equanimity on one thing at a time.
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Amazing what all life endures, all for what amounts to nothing more than a touchy-feely dream.
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The optimal goal is neither a step too short, nor a bridge too far.
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There is no truth until You see it is You.
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It is all You, and whatever You discern it to be, or not to be.
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A mind without focus, is a mind filled with incessant chatter.
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What decision is not host to the possibility of unintended consequences?
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It is for the living, to process, to make or unmake, the worlds of those who first depart.
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Observing the mystery within and without is a non-religion religion.
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True immortality is only achieved in total detachment.
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To believe in a deity or deities, You must first imagine divinity, and then imagine it real and true.
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The ever-present mind-body fabricates an imaginary continuity, that has no ultimate reality, whatsoever.
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What is this so-called existence, but an empty bag of memories.
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When have You not been a beginner?
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Awakening is like backing your Self into a corner, and then erasing the corner.
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Another pleasant distraction.
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It will all be quickly forgotten when we extinguish ourselves.
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Does imagination spring from the persona, or the persona from imagination?
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Need a koan to wake up? Forget it.
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Somehow imagination got started, and has not stopped since.
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The speculations are many and not far between.
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Imagination has no limits but what it sets.
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Glimpses of the sky, the clarity, between the clouds of consciousness.
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Right here, right now, You are, for as long as the mystery allows.
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How can the human paradigm ever draw back from the investment it has imagined into reality?
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Awareness sees all, awareness knows all, awareness is all.
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You are powerful, You are rich, You are famous ... So what?
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Repeating it over and over, has never made any story real or true.
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Who is the seeker searching for the nothingness prior to the searching?
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What is fake news, what is not fake news?
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How many people pull out their car fobs to open the front door?
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You are lost the moment inattention gives over to the wiles of imagination.
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It takes a strong and vigilant mind to abide in the awareness of the eternal moment.
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The true believer is blind to truth.
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Tales of the quantum matrix
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Eternity is not a story.
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Why search for the nothingness prior to the searching?
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Nothing firsts, nothing lasts.
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A quantum mirage.
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What need to seek when you are already that which is found?
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A different kind of intelligence.
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Rich man’s life on a dime, many lifetimes in one, is how I put it.
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Regret and revenge are equipped with long memories.
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Every mind, a mystery theater.
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How much of our existence we spend, we waste, labeling our imaginary selves this or that.
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Imagination is the usurper of eternity.
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The art is in seeing the way things are.
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Another thing well worth forgetting.
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Otherness is the curse of the tribal imperative.
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Yet another exceedingly vague memory.
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When have You not been partial to oblivion?
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Fill the emptiness ... with nothing.
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A good-looking blob, but a blob, nonetheless.
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What so-called religion, what so-called cult, is not idolatrous?
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Just another predatorial enterprise.
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Why would any critter ever have any need to give itself or anything else a name?
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What greater intelligence than one honed by nature?
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Do You really believe, labeling your imaginary self, this or that, means anything?
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Vanity blinds You to your truth.
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Another day on the rack of existence.
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Is what You think is happening right now, truly what is happening right now?
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Do You really need to keep doing that?
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Imagining truth, is never truth.
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Pretty absurd debating with someone who is dead.
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Is it on the agnostic, to prove God does not exist, or the true believer, to prove he/she/it does?
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Life is not all it is cracked up to be, for many of the all.
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So many things, You do not want or need, to ever do again.
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Maybe next year.
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Keep it in your hand, boys, keep it in your hand, if you want to avoid a world of hurt.
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What busy-busy calls You?
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As a bee is to the scent of a flower, the mind is to the dream of imagination.
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Will the very young be at all interested in the old school world that gave them theirs?
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Do You find it, or it, You?
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How deep do your thoughts go, how deep can they go?
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We are all at the mercy of the imagination roiling about in our craniums.
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Love thy Self, love thy awareness, love thy eternity, love thy mystery.
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Looks like that entitlement needle is quivering.
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What does not mesh like clockwork, in everything written herein?
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You will have to read it all, to know whether or not, I had a thought about that.
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Where it begins, where it ends, will be forever unknown.
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Do not doubt your Self.
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Same old tribal catechism.
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Agape is much more than the infatuations inspired by mere mortal love.
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The true scientist’s mind knows no bounds.
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Where else can You possibly be, but this very right-here-right-now, ever-present, eternal moment?
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You’re hired.
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I quit.
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There goes another two-legged cancer cell.
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Is existence a rainbow, or a many-shaded graybow.
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Every language has its migration.
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What life does not narrow down, to a last few routines, a last few pleasures, a last few thoughts.
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Odds are, your deity/deities of choice, are as vain as you.
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With great power, comes great responsibility, for some.
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Alliances come, alliances go, and sometimes come and go, many agains.
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More fallacious tribal catechism.
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Soooo … will Jesus be showing up today?
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Why allow the body to torture You to some bitter end?
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Measuring the measurable is the charade of the human mind.
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The Self that You are, is not the self, You think, You believe, You imagine, You are.
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Way, way, way too many variables.
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Having no friends is a good way to avoid disappointment and frustration.
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Mother Nature and Death are lovers, and do so enjoy inflicting as much pain and suffering, as possible.
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Nothing is sacrosanct.
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The daisies are hunting you.
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A gift to the unaligned.
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Fairly easy to doubt idolatry.
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The few and far between share the solitude of eternity.
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Imagining all us grubs walking about naked is a shudder-worthy thought.
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Neither love nor hate abide in the oblivion of the no-mind.
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History is not a rainbow, it is a graybow.
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You are not, and have never been, and will never be, anything You imagine your Self to be.
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In the dreamtime of consciousness, of imagination, curiosity is key to an endless maze.
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Anyone who believes they are the smartest, in any given room, is walking on unsteady ground.
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The modern conveniences, that are not, are legion.
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The real world rarely hands out participation trophies.
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The chitter-chatter of consciousness, always humming in the background.
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Grubs 'n Blobs, all screengrazing who knows how many years of our lives.
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Learn to whistle while You slave away for the man.
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Let us know when you find your faceless.
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That catechism is too strong a wall to bother laying siege.
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Eternity cannot be harnessed by a clock.
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Eternity cannot be imagined; the awareness is prior to all conception.
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You either are eternity, or You are not; it cannot be imagined.
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Count it their good fortune, if you did not bring children into this hellish paradigm.
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Fake news for fake lives.
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We all play a part in a dream that will carry on for as long as imagination endures.
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Breathe in the quantum nothingness, breathe out the quantum nothingness.
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There is no beginning, there is no end, in the moment You are, the moment you have ever been.
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Regarding Jesus, you might well kill him, too.
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Gravity and imagination only fool You into believing You are not lost in space.
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There have been as many worlds, as many universes, as there are lifeforms to perceive them.
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Break the spell.
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The moment never starts, and time never stops.
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Any tea ceremony is a gesture, a nod, a surrender, to the eternal moment.
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Yet another way, just another way, to get stuck in time.
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Your version of your story should be first on the docket.
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What attachment does an infant have to anything born of mind?
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Can a seer be measured by human standards anymore?
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Do all negative states of mind boil down to bad breathing, inattentive breathing?
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You cannot be centerstage in any cosmos, any perception, but your own.
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The moment is, the moment is not.
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Get a clue.
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Another grub, another blob, oozing through all the orifices.
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Best leave an opponent an exit if You do not want to risk being bloodied or killed.
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Lowering the bar.
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Raising the bar.
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How was it You became so attached to this blob of protoplasm?
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That is one good-looking blob.
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Grubs and blobs are words used interchangeably herein.
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Some people always find a reason to hate.
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How can truth be argued?
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What sort of pitiless deity would expect you to depart in some torturous state?
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The abyss is You, You are the abyss, there is no other.
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The call of the eternal is not for those bent to distraction.
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Hate breeds hate, and love, often the same, it only takes longer.
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Putting into words that which no word can capture.
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Such a tribal species we are, in which some win, some lose, and most get by, best they can.
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No culture is immune from the vagaries of prejudice and hate.
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Define normal.
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How much lighter the world is, the cosmos is, without You playing Atlas.
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It is all about You! Not you, dummy.
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How can the ultimate be encapsulated by imagination?
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You are a smidgeon of the intelligent design.
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Transcending space and time, is not so hard, once You realize they do not exist.
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Floating down the path less traveled.
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It has been all for nothing.
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Two legs good, four legs better, and six or more, even better.
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To embrace the aloneness, is to be free of the imaginary other.
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Nothing to get.
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Everyone is centerstage in their own perception of a cosmos.
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Death hovers near every moment; may as well relax and embrace it.
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Religion is for sheeples.
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Why, in any God’s name, would you want to live forever, whatever forever is?
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A genomic happenstance.
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Hindsight is a bitch.
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Hard for anyone to own their bullshit.
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Always very challenging to change course in the middle of a raging storm.
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The moment is eternity; all You need do is give it your full attention.
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Your health is your truest wealth.
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Tragedy that it may seem now, how long before it no longer matters?m
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Today is just another tomorrow turning into another yesterday.
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Cultivate the state of mind that does not give a rat's ass about this illusion.
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You are the mystery, the mystery is you, get over your imaginary self.
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Grub out.
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Grubbin’ with the grubs.
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What dreams have been, what dreams will come, what dreams are now, all just dreams.
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From oblivion to oblivion, and the oblivion between, cloaked by illusion.
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Grubs, ever imagining they are more.
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To be totally vulnerable to the moment, what a challenge.
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Any difference between Me and You is an imaginary assertion.
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How vulnerable will You be when Death finally shows up?
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To want anything is the root of fear and dread.
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Has there ever been a human culture, that did not imagine one deity or many, to define its daily sojourn?
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Kind moments, cruel moments, and all the ecstasies and agonies betwixt and between.
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The vexations of the world are many and not far between.
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Basking in the esoteric.
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What are You trying to prove? And what can be proven, really?
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How rare the ear for wisdom.
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Idolatry is about endlessly questing something, that is very present every moment within.
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What a waste of existence to be a tool, a pawn, a hostage, of imagination.
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The lies that time built are many and not far between.
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Whether you embrace or reject the absurdity, is all part of the absurdity.
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What need to believe in anything, when being the ever-present is all there is.
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Soooo ... What are You going to do with that nonessential tidbit of curiosity-inspired trivia?
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To want something, to want anything, from an illusion, how absurd is that?
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Still a work in progress.
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All those thoughts You have about your imaginary self, and your imaginary world, all total up to nothing.
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Yet another whiff of perception.
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And why, pray tell, would that be important?
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So much to remember, so much to forget.
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Die to every breath.
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To discern it all illusion, is one thing; to detach from it, quite another.
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At what point does one's existence, become less about filling, than it does about emptying?
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Die to little self; awaken to big Self.
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You are awash in the ever-present eternal moment, oozing from every orifice.
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The quantum don't stop.
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Are You feeding the body, or the tongue?
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Your cosmos is only as large as your frame of reference.
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When there is nothing left to do, do nothing.
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How did You not see that before?
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Is anything against the law until You are caught?
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Getting their money’s worth is a frugal policy.
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Are you just stupid, or are you just stupid?
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No need to carry out your dark thoughts, if You can imagine them.
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Entitlement and distraction, the fruit of narcissism and hedonism.
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A huge illusion beyond all comprehension.
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You are the singularity playing out your slice of the matrix, your slice of the quantum dreamtime.
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Idolatry is not truth.
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Try to keep your darkness in your own head.
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A spinning little dust ball, awash in ignorance, compounded daily.
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The absurdities of idolatry are without end.
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Anything that does not have a name in this world, will not likely suffer without for long.
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A serene mind is an anathema, an abomination, a terror, a dread, to imagination.
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You are but a grub, conditioned by imagination, to believe You are something more than You can ever be.
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It is through your frame of reference that You perceive your cosmos.
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The only heaven, the only purgatory, the only hell, is the one the given mind imagines.
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The real You has never existed.
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History never stops, until You do.
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What could possibly be more omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent than the awareness permeating all?
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Thought cannot reconcile itself, but through strenuous rationalization.
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Discern the one-pointedness of the inner eye.
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How can the imaginary notion of time ever penetrate the eternal moment?
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There is no past, there is no future, without imagination, imagining it so.
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Words cannot but tell.
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Between that mouth and anus, a fairly long worm is still in play.
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To be You the mind must still, the senses attended without attachment, and awareness reign.
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Moderation in all things, ever proves itself the wisest policy.
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Were You so attached to this world before You were born?
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It is all distraction.
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Shift the mind into neutral, and eternal awareness is right there waiting.
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Shake that stick.
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From Silk Road to Silk World.
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Reside in the spaceless, timeless serenity, of the mystery You are, have ever been, will ever be.
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I will be glad to be wrong.
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What a madhouse!
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The beginning of the end just got closer.
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The universal mind, the whole mind, the absolute mind, is a sovereign mind, set free of all constraints.
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Where is the mind that holds on to nothing?
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What is any existence but a long and winding series of womb-to-grave phases.
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Self … just another word, it is not either.
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Imagination is a subtle, many-layered beast.
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Science is not a deity.
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So much of everything, all imagined; who does not, at least occasionally, feel overwhelmed?
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Grub it!
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Grub You!
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Grub this!
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A vivid, overactive mind, is a sure way to have a complicated, often troublesome existence.
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His Aloneliness.
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Idolatry does not for truth make.
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People might be similar in thought and belief, but no one is, or ever can be, exactly the same.
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Imagination is always just offstage, ready to pounce into any moment of inattention.
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Shakespeare on steroids.
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Regarding those who seek to know you, it may well be prudent to be cautious about the overzealous sort.
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The world stirs the passions, and imagination rides them hard and long.
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Me and myself and I is solitary trio.
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So, you really believe you are going to get through the Pearly Gates …
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Imagination is carrot and stick, ever pressing You on, however nature-nurture has shaped your mind.
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How sweet it is to not care ever again.
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All that is known, is known in the fog of imagination.
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Group decisions, group actions, are less about conspiracy, than they are mission statements set in motion.
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Time to disappear, give over to Self, give over to the mystery, You are.
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As with war, realization requires a warrior spirit of the zennish sort.
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Ironic, indeed, that the intellect always believes, always imagines, itself so superior.
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That was another lifetime.
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What is this need to know to the infinitesimal level, but imagination's inability to still itself.
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Other than natural law, is there truly any law but your own?
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Why, in God’s name, would any God need you to believe in anything?
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Why is it, our species always imagines jealous, hateful, vengeful deities?
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Seriously, who are You to judge anyone or anything?
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So many differences, all infused with the same mystery.
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We're all whacko; no point condemning yourself for it.
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Every moment is its own.
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Truth is truth, neither objective or subjective.
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You are the one true cathedral, the one true religion, the one true mystery.
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There are just some things that need to stay secret.
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What other creature on this planet coulda-woulda gone to all the mischief and bother our kind has?
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If God is as judgmental as we, who gets to throw the first stone?
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Not believing anything the mind imagines is the every-moment challenge.
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Without imagination, where can continuity reside?
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What will the cosmos be like without you? What will you be like without the cosmos?
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You are always floating in the oblivion of awareness.
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The moment cannot be imagined.
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Death while living, has about it, an indifference that cannot be imagined.
* * * *
Yet another moment that never happened.
* * * *
Be as indifferent as the eternal moment.
* * * *
How quickly the illusion dreams on.
* * * *
You are as perfect as quantum’s indivisible mystery; as imperfect as humankind’s divisible mundane.
* * * *
There is no original sin; only human chicanery.
* * * *
Nothing new under the sun; nothing old, either.
* * * *
The difference between You, and anyone or anything, is a state of mind.
* * * *
There is the rational response, there is the passionate response; to which are you predisposed?
* * * *
The quantum cosmos within, the quantum cosmos without, all the same, what a mystery.
* * * *
As one does not ask for power, one takes it – one does not ask for freedom, one assumes it.
* * * *
Gravity is the Warden that fools us into believing we are not floating, free of all constraints.
* * * *
To be as nothing is the first and last step.
* * * *
Human beings are really just grubs with more imagination than many if not most know how to handle.
* * * *
Imagination has, indeed, got the better of us.
* * * *
You cannot help but arrive if you take every step.
* * * *
Like water questing every venue, imagination divines every possible possibility imaginable.
* * * *
The timeless moment is home to all sentience, and only the grip of imagination pretends otherwise.
* * * *
What a curious thing this human urge to preserve everything.
* * * *
Those who would be at peace endure those incapable of it
* * * *
Gravity fools you into believing, You are not floating in the still abyss, of the awareness You truly are.
* * * *
Become adrift in eternity.
* * * *
Patience not being one of its greater virtues, avarice must always resist the urge to kill the Golden Goose.
* * * *
Generosity often pays a high price.
* * * *
Generosity often pays the high price, of no good deed going unpunished.
* * * *
People appreciate being treated well, but nobody can force respect and kindness.
* * * *
The House of Cards can only go so high; vanity and greed took it up, vanity and greed will take it down.
* * * *
Duality v. Nonduality: Is there really any question in a critical thinker’s mind?
* * * *
The game is afoot.
* * * *
Does any creature have, could any creature have, the imaginary sense of self in which our kind harbors?
* * * *
Build a bridge, and they will cross.
* * * *
The habitual conditioning of a lifetime is all but impossible, but through death, undone.
* * * *
Identification with the mind-body is the first and last assumption.
* * * *
That voice in your head, that is one of the countless twisted versions God has come up with.
* * * *
History, what an adventure.
* * * *
If you think you can judge and laugh at others with impunity, get ready to dodge some rocks.
* * * *
Buena suerte, honey.
* * * *
What is the most priceless thing you can imagine? And will, what is priceless today, be so tomorrow?
* * * *
Same old yada yada middleman, marketing the same old snake oil, repackaged with a shiny new label.
* * * *
What a silent garden it must have been, before consciousness took root, and imagination blossomed.
* * * *
What is God, and what is not God? Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?
* * * *
Eternal life is right here, right now; dying to the imaginary self is all it takes.
* * * *
The wall of infamy and shame is a work in progress.
* * * *
If you must conceive angels and demons, surely it is the imagination within all.
* * * *
Let us know when you see your own face.
* * * *
Alas in this mortal theater, that there is no happy ending, other than the ending itself.
* * * *
Pretty good odds that any first-stone-thrower is a hypocrite.
* * * *
Eternity is happening this very right-here-right-now, unborn-undying, spaceless-timeless moment.
* * * *
Religion is salve for the undiscerning mind.
* * * *
Miss the moment, You miss everything.
* * * *
The little people always pay the price for the tribal thinking of narcissism’s vanity and hedonism’s greed.
* * * *
Nothing is guaranteed.
* * * *
Whether or not there is a world outside You, is a state of mind.
* * * *
The imaginary you, is but a manifest ghost of imagination’s future-past.
* * * *
Wisdom has likely been ignored since it bubbled out of the earliest minds.
* * * *
It is the rare mind, that is not rushing, rushing, into the future, missing, missing, the present.
* * * *
Nothing is as it seems.
* * * *
No need to try to be anything; being your Self is plenty enough.
* * * *
If there is any calling in this ineffable mystery, surely the highest is discerning the unknown.
* * * *
That was quite the detour.
* * * *
To think you can make the moment move faster or slower, is to miss, to deny, its eternal reality.
* * * *
Yet another dreamy day of nothing done, nothing undone.
* * * *
The history of the world is an ongoing bill of goods served to the current moment without apology.
* * * *
The silent mind is an impenetrable reality, untarnished by fallacy.
* * * *
How draining all the tortures these bodies offer; pleasure at some point becomes the absence of pain.
* * * *
Nothing happened again.
* * * *
It did not matter then, it does not matter now, it will not matter when.
* * * *
Without the cosmos, no perception; without perception, no cosmos; one is not without the other.
* * * *
Welcome to the Planet of the Apes; we hope you have enjoyed your tour.
* * * *
Real religion is without dogma; the Golden Rule is all you need; everything else is redundant.
* * * *
So many true believers as to make it impossible, to not descend totally into absurdity and horror.
* * * *
Your existence matters, or matters not, most to you; the first and last question is: Who are you, really?
* * * *
This cannot be taught, and as simple as it is, intuiting it is not at all easy for most, if not all.
* * * *
What is true religion but spaceless-timeless awareness; consciousness is but imagination dreaming.
* * * *
You have always been right here, right now; imagination is a time machine born of illusion.
* * * *
It is really just a forebrain thing.
* * * *
How can anyone abide this rambling cacophony, if they lack the ironical mind, the paradoxical wit?
* * * *
Which was first, the chicken or the egg? Which was first, the breath or the thought?
* * * *
What cause means anything to the sands of time, ever blowing, ever blowing, on and on and on.
* * * *
Duality’s menagerie is required for this dream, to play its play, dance its dance, sing its song.
* * * *
We are all mad, each in our own unique way; any given normal is but capricious collusion.
* * * *
Another timebound goal come and gone, and timeless process ever the same.
* * * *
Pain is the teacher, and it is the rare student that does not require more than a few whippings.
* * * *
There is only one eye, and it is the ineffable mystery of awareness permeating all creation.
* * * *
Self-importance is a Yellow Brick Road rabbit hole, down which imagination easily treks.
* * * *
You, all alone, before time began, after time ends, and all the time between.
* * * *
Nothing new, nothing old, nothing all the same.
* * * *
How much more agreeable, how much less disagreeable, an unpretentious existence.
* * * *
You are as restricted or boundless as the vision in which you harbor.
* * * *
What is this ineffable mystery, but an abyss, through which creation and destruction frolic.
* * * *
Found your face, yet?
* * * *
You and your world and your cosmos, are nothing more than a concoction of sensory perception.
* * * *
It is whatever you think it is; it is not whatever you think it is.
* * * *
What point to judgment, once You see everything the same.
* * * *
What in any deity’s name is so inspiring about human vanity and greed?
* * * *
The ghosts of history swirl in every mind.
* * * *
How can you promise any tomorrow, when you are not yet there to answer for it?
* * * *
Conditioning is the weaver of all dreams.
* * * *
Natural selection is the tiller of the mystery, the ferryman of destiny, the harbinger of fate.
* * * *
Ethics is the forum pastime of those who are not in the Game of Thrones.
* * * *
Remember this work if your doubt ever grows wings.
* * * *
So much complexity about something so simple.
* * * *
Instead of running from your loneliness, try embracing your aloneness.
* * * *
Anything can be rationalized to one nth degree or another.
* * * *
Just because someone conveyed a lie, and spread it far and wide, has never made it true.
* * * *
… peace … peace … peace …
* * * *
The intelligent designer and the intelligent designee, are one in the same.
* * * *
The entire cosmos is an illusion, as is the mind that perceives it.
* * * *
The intelligent designer is the eternal awareness within all creation.
* * * *
Perhaps it is time to realize, just how alone, You truly are.
* * * *
All human religion is the idolatry of imagination.
* * * *
Which pill – Blue or Red – will it be today?
* * * *
Are You experiencing the cosmos, or is the cosmos experiencing you?
* * * *
Contentment with less is more.
* * * *
Were we made in the image of God? Or the imagination of God?
* * * *
Seeking the approval of others is an unending lesson in futility.
* * * *
The five senses are extensions of the mind, and it is insatiable.
* * * *
All history is the concoction of imagination.
* * * *
All life must pay the ultimate price for being born.
* * * *
The Book of Destiny will conclude with a last scrawl and a sigh.
* * * *
The only thing to believe in, is that there is nothing to believe in.
* * * *
It is the timeless process that is important; the goal, a momentary part of it.
* * * *
Doubt until there is nothing left to doubt; forget until there is nothing left to remember.
* * * *
Silence tends to be filled with noise, when not given full attention.
* * * *
Follow your fate; pay attention, it will lead you where you are going.
* * * *
A matrix too vast to fathom any edge.
* * * *
All distractions allow imagination to rule the moment.
* * * *
The clock hands, the calendar pages, are great deceivers in the minds of all who attend them.
* * * *
Piecing it all together; peace-ing it all together.
* * * *
Eternity is right before your eye; are you too blind to see it?
* * * *
Imagination is always hungry for more; awareness, not so much.
* * * *
This is your moment. Are you, you? Or are you, You?
* * * *
Ditties for hire.
* * * *
Running down the moment in frontal lobe mode.
* * * *
Tip your mind into the wellspring of eternity as often as mind’s illusion allows.
* * * *
What is vanity but imagination masturbating itself.
* * * *
That is the story that was written down, but is that what really happened?
* * * *
Reigning in the frontal lobe is the key.
* * * *
Yes, agony and ecstasy is, in this venue, being set out to dry.
* * * *
Silence, its own noise.
* * * *
To not cast the first stone is a feat, of which few are capable, much less willing.
* * * *
Might be best, to try not to make that mistake again.
* * * *
Silence is the brass ring for all those who discern eternity.
* * * *
There are fools, and then there are … fools.
* * * *
Zen-ing away.
* * * *
Imagining the frontal lobe’s moment is always but ripples through the synapses.
* * * *
Silence, even thinking of it, even trying to attain it, even trying to be it, denies it.
* * * *
Piss your dreamtime away however you please.
* * * *
Have you ever met anyone who has seen their own face?
* * * *
Chaos is coming; chaos has arrived.
* * * *
The frontal lobe is the mind’s eye, the quantum storm of the human paradigm’s imaginary condition.
* * * *
It is all noise, until it is silence.
* * * *
The first and last irrational assumption, is that this imaginary you, truly exists.
* * * *
The absurdity of irony and paradox reigns supreme.
* * * *
Unless they want something from you, you cannot force someone to be interesting in your rap.
* * * *
The sound of silence reigns in a steadfast mind.
* * * *
The creative process is a ceaseless taskmaster.
* * * *
You have yet to meet anybody like you.
* * * *
What is there, but what one thinks it, believes it, imagines it; and no mind ever the same.
* * * *
You are the moment; the moment is You.
* * * *
Racing clocks is racing a space and time that only exists in your mind.
* * * *
If humans only see 0.0035 percent of the electromagnetic spectrum, what’s going on in the other 0.9965?
* * * *
Mortality proves the insignificance of all histories.
* * * *
Embrace the indifference.
* * * *
Whether in tranquility or turmoil, You are the silence observing the senses.
* * * *
Lies and deception suit those not bent on discerning absolute truth.
* * * *
What inside or outside has any reality, in an indivisible matrix that knows no boundaries.
* * * *
Disrespect is rarely something that can be taken back.
* * * *
To be born is to die.
* * * *
Nature is a chaotic divinity, illusion, an anchorless dream.
* * * *
The last vanity is the Cheshire Cat’s ambiguous grin.
* * * *
Speculation is not knowing.
* * * *
Politicians are actors; players plying for power, renown, prosperity.
* * * *
Grace is not easily mustered by minds clinging to illusions fostered by vanity and greed.
* * * *
Many a moth regrets getting too close to the flame.
* * * *
We are all time-travelers of imagination; strap in and enjoy the ride as best ye may.
* * * *
You will be checking all your attachments at the door of oblivion.
* * * *
It is by the light within, that all is seen; sun and stars are but reflections.
* * * *
You are nothing more than a concoction of perception.
* * * *
History is always an arbitrary, subjective, exceedingly random, pick-and-choose, kind of thing.
* * * *
An indivisibility, so cosmic, only in wonder can it be comprehended.
* * * *
Nothing matters; even nothing.
* * * *
The human species has overplayed its hand, and the time of consequences is upon us.
* * * *
You are sovereign of your illusion-delusion.
* * * *
Build silence into your daily routine; go placidly amid the noise and haste.
* * * *
Another classic case, of no good deed goes unpunished.
* * * *
The birth of death, the death of birth.
* * * *
There is nothing to want, nothing to dread; it is only a mind-body; it is only a dream.
* * * *
A sense of superiority, all sense of inferiority, is but the vapor of vanity.
* * * *
What need to worship what You are?
* * * *
It is all the silence of now, crowded with the seemingly endless chatter of imagination.
* * * *
Ethics is a tool of domestication; akin to a cattle chute, but not quite as painful as a cattle prod.
* * * *
Peter Pan is dead! Long live Peter Pan!
* * * *
Whether or not you are enlightened, begs the question, who's asking?
* * * *
The ocean chatters away in the crash of every wave, but does all the roaring noise really mean anything?
* * * *
Imagination is the lock; awareness, the key.
* * * *
Space and time are an ever-kaleidoscoping illusion.
* * * *
Forget everything, and be reborn into the timelessness, You are before all beginnings.
* * * *
To see what You are, is to be what You are.
* * * *
Out in the quiet of nature, the cacophony of the human world, becomes utterly irrelevant.
* * * *
You are but a grub, with an overabundance of imaginary notion.
* * * *
Run silent, run deep.
* * * *
Traditions, folklore, myths, legends, parables; what enticingly brief notions, brief distractions.
* * * *
Every point of view, every eye, is relative.
* * * *
You can never own anything; only have access to it, or use of it, for but a short window of timelessness.
* * * *
Vanity and greed are the great absurdities of the human condition.
* * * *
The great silence of the ancients, was probably because they had so much less absurdity to unravel.
* * * *
Mother Nature's beauty belies her underlying savagery.
* * * *
Hard not to get drawn into believing it real, when you are playing it real.
* * * *
The world is whatever you think it is; the world is not whatever you think it is.
* * * *
Every nook has its cranny, and every cranny, its nook.
* * * *
In the quest for truth, there is nobody to follow, because it cannot be taught, nor can it be learned.
* * * *
Large or small, all have a role, a part to play, in creation’s theater.
* * * *
You cannot own what You are.
* * * *
The buddha mind is an empty mind, a still mind, a mind immersed in eternity.
* * * *
This is your moment. Are You the imaginary you? Or are You the awareness You?
* * * *
If you really didn’t care, would it even occur to you, that you didn’t?
* * * *
Silence is the eternal companion; a priceless birthright prior to all value.
* * * *
An attentive breath is your ticket to eternity.
* * * *
What is all this knowledge that has taken us so far afield from the garden?
* * * *
All life must pay the ultimate price for being born.
* * * *
A journey may begin with the first step, but the pace along the winding trail, is set by the slowest trekker.
* * * *
Real awakening cannot be subjugated by any dogmatic groupthink.
* * * *
Personality is like a filter, shading the camera’s view, but only until its removal.
* * * *
Suffer your way to nirvana.
* * * *
There is certainly a degree of peace, of contentment, of certainty, of hope, in the mind of a true believer.
* * * *
Even in a space chock-full of noise, there is the silence within and without.
* * * *
Most everybody seems to believe their version of absurdity is normal.
* * * *
The eternal moment; it is not yours, it never was yours, it never will be yours; yet, You it, all the while.
* * * *
What, in any deity’s name, is there to hold onto?
* * * *
Curious how almost any given belief tends to inspire some form of dogma.
* * * *
To gaze across all history with neither need nor want, is a freedom even the gods of old would envy.
* * * *
The trick is not remembering enough to forget.
* * * *
The entire human species is bonkers; what we call mentally ill is just taking it too far.
* * * *
Each must ascertain his/her own eternal salvation, in the nothingness of the ever-present awareness.
* * * *
Narcissism and hedonism are beguiling to the foolish, and vexing to the wise.
* * * *
Is humankind really any more than grubby vats of self-absorption?
* * * *
Ignorance without hesitation impales those daring, to question or impede or obstruct its narrow vision.
* * * *
Human vanity and greed are abominations.
* * * *
A forevermore eternal snooze works for me; once was enough, and one more than I recall asking for.
* * * *
Shoulda-Coulda-Woulda you be doing something else right now? No.
* * * *
Can there be any end to the muddied thinking of puddle magic?
* * * *
From gutters to penthouses, the delusions of grandeur in our kind abound around every corner.
* * * *
The harvest of guilt, is shame and remorse; forgive your Self, move on.
* * * *
There is neither time nor space, but through the play of the senses, as witnessed by the awareness You are.
* * * *
Doing the agape with your Self, is not of the narcissistic variety.
* * * *
Another day, wandering a mystery that does not give a rat’s ass about your rumored existence.
* * * *
Cults and dogma, it is what we do.
* * * *
Nobody can see through your eyes; they have their own vision to discern.
* * * *
It is what it is; all beliefs about it are all but meaningless.
* * * *
The sands of time blow on and on and on, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it.
* * * *
Whatever you do is your fate; there is no changing it, really.
* * * *
In the grand eternal now, You are that which was never born, that which can never die.
* * * *
Wisdom is the realization how little you know.
* * * *
Dogma is the charade of followers lacking the wit or will, to discern for themselves the totality within.
* * * *
Seeking approval is an unending lesson in futility and absurdity.
* * * *
But for a comma, a meaning was lost.
* * * *
If you cannot keep your passions in check, they will to bitter ends, perhaps likely delve.
* * * *
God is prattled about in consciousness; merged into, in awareness.
* * * *
Curious how worked up some people can get, when you say things they do not want to hear.
* * * *
You cannot grab what is not there to grab.
* * * *
Knowledge will never reach a conclusion, for it is far too adept at creating itself anew.
* * * *
Pruning a tree or bush is challenging; how much more so, raising a child.
* * * *
Neither past nor future exist; nowness is your kingdom.
* * * *
Consciousness is the Bartertown of imagination; no stone will be left unturned under all its suns.
* * * *
Always a case of earnest conviction versus discerning equanimity.
* * * *
Waking up to another day’s dollop of mystery.
* * * *
An empty page is the most receptive ear; an uncarved block, a pièce de résistance.
* * * *
Compassion is not without consequences.
* * * *
Real gold is something money cannot buy, no matter how vast or magical the universe.
* * * *
Peace, tranquility, serenity, harmony, grace; the many-splendored quality of beingness.
* * * *
... yesterday is today is tomorrow is forever ... repeat ...
* * * *
Creation and destruction are simultaneous in the timeless moment.
* * * *
You are already samadhi, ecstasy, bliss; all you need do, is be still enough to discern it.
* * * *
Wisdom is wisdom across all time, across all space; none can ever possess what is discernable by all.
* * * *
The greatest story ever told, or the greatest absurdity?
* * * *
What is jealousy but an abiding insecurity; a sense of ownership with a tinge of loathing.
* * * *
A world of grubs, haunting your dreams.
* * * *
How can someone be a racist if they consider themselves your equal?
* * * *
What vanity to think that you are enlightened, or can ever be free.
* * * *
The meek will always find one wolf or another, all too willing to gorge upon their gullibility.
* * * *
Much more important to have faith in your Self, than in what this mirage of a world thinks of you.
* * * *
Here it is; now go figure it out.
* * * *
In the ever-present, mind dissolves into immeasurable nothingness, to which attachment has no tether.
* * * *
Any rule of law is only as durable as the commitment to it.
* * * *
Sometimes you do, sometimes you do not; so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
We all, small to great, must play whatever part, the given anatomy deceives us into believing.
* * * *
History is the lie that mind wrote.
* * * *
God loves dice, Mr. Edison, and they timelessly roll on and on, as the Fates ordain.
* * * *
You may value some distractions to others, but they are all still distractions, nonetheless.
* * * *
One who is right trumps gazillions who are wrong.
* * * *
Always best to be somewhere else, when shit is in gravity’s embrace, or moving rapidly towards a fan.
* * * *
Why would you settle for a story when You are the truth, the life, the way?
* * * *
Do you really know anything?
* * * *
History is chock-full of origin stories; every one of them equally imagined.
* * * *
It is through imagination, that this universe is created; in your own image, so to speak.
* * * *
The surest way to self-sabotage is to feel sorry for yourself.
* * * *
The cosmos is but a distraction until You discern your true nature.
* * * *
Just when you think you have won the day, a new hydra appears.
* * * *
You begin existence with nothing, You leave existence with nothing, hold fast to the nothing between.
* * * *
Embrace the oblivion You are.
* * * *
The Eve Gene strikes again; nothing is never enough.
* * * *
Death will be like greeting an old friend.
* * * *
This dream is always in turmoil and conflict; to wander through it serenely detached is the challenge.
* * * *
The only real choice is choicelessness.
* * * *
No book has answer to the mystery You your Self must discern.
* * * *
It is the shadow of memory, the shadow of perception, that creates the shadow within.
* * * *
No deity has ever been more than an imaginary idol.
* * * *
History has never been fair.
* * * *
Allow detachment to reign; free your Self of the concerns of this world.
* * * *
Seeking the higher high can be a dangerous quest.
* * * *
Death is always on the hunt.
* * * *
Where are you in an empty mind, in a mind as still as a windless day?
* * * *
Sages point the way, but it is you who much journey it.
* * * *
What is stress, but fear, but dread, of failure and ruin and death?
* * * *
Still trying to find your face?
* * * *
There are moments when compassion may not be an option.
* * * *
Forever is yet another delusional timebound concept.
* * * *
If the moment cannot be filled, how can life be fulfilled, but through imaginary pretext?
* * * *
Stay limber, so you can bend over and under, and kiss your ass goodbye.
* * * *
The gibberish! The gibberish!
* * * *
What need for any other, when eternity is ascertained.
* * * *
How alone is alone?
* * * *
Death is the price all existence must pay for being born.
* * * *
It all seems so very real, until it becomes so obvious, nothing is.
* * * *
Your limits are many.
* * * *
All forms are but the temporary illusions of imagination.
* * * *
You cannot learn what you do not take time to study.
* * * *
Detachment takes a great deal of practice.
* * * *
Vanity and greed are not proving to be a long-term survival strategy.
* * * *
A rock is a rock, until it is not.
* * * *
It is only we who applaud ourselves; it is only we who require it.
* * * *
Is it not an obvious revelation?
* * * *
Are we really-truly-positively sure everyone and everything is wandering the same moment?
* * * *
Life is entitlement, and everything it offers follows suit.
* * * *
You are an ocean without shore.
* * * *
Every mind but perceptions of a dreamtime past.
* * * *
Challenging to strive for, battle for, lobby for, something you did not care about in the first place.
* * * *
The difference between me and you, is about zero clicks of nothing.
* * * *
This smattering of bilge will have to do.
* * * *
No fate endures forever; every strand of genetic coding, only plays out so long.
* * * *
What is grub, and what is not grub? Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?
* * * *
Is a world full, or a world empty, all that different?
* * * *
All life forms wander same stage in different universes, in different perceptions.
* * * *
The mind can be a problem solver; the mind can be a problem maker.
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From the greatest heights to the darkest depths, the brain is imagination’s tool.
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You, imagination.
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There is no depth to which irony and paradox, with utmost dexterity, will not sink.
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Anything can end without a moment’s notice; so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
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A no-holds-barred existence; what would that be for you?
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When what is, is all that is left to want, it will be, as always, ever present.
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So, this is what groveling looks like.
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Imagination is an elixir to which the human paradigm is addicted.
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If imagination wishes to survive itself, it had better wake up bigtime.
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Count yourself vain for as long as you think your Self you.
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Bask in your glory for as long as you can imagine it so, for someday you too will be goo and gone.
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Why would you wait for anyone else; especially, when there is no one else.
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Just another self-absorbed, avaricious dogma.
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Mere words cannot for any actual change make; ‘tis in action and deed that all futures are spun.