Soundbites

 

Soundbites

 

 

2023

 

 

Right here, right now, this very one-and-only timeless moment … Eternity … Bam!

 

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The ultimate proof is that you have never, will never, can never see your own face.

 

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Existence is a daily grapple with the limitations of consciousness.

 

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True humility is a mind given over to the timelessness of awareness.

 

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Be and allow, the highest law.

 

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You are stardust come unto to life, mystery come unto life, eternity come unto life.

 

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To imagination, our kind has bound its fate.

 

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Dial into the eternal moment, and all questions, all answers, will become irrelevant.

 

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The is no solution to it, because there is no problem about it.

 

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So much to remember; much simpler to forget.

 

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How can infinity be measured; science is bound by its limitations.

 

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It has all been patterned by natural selection since the first moment of genesis.

 

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Imagination is, within the vastness of awareness, both least and greatest common denominator.

 

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It is in the deepest recesses of aloneness, that You will find your Self.

 

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The stepping stones of fate are many and winding.

 

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What need for religion? You have the moment, and nature is its expression.

 

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At some point, putting yourself in the line of fire, why?

 

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The challenge of existence is not to be misery's messenger for as long as possible.

 

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You cannot be what you are not, nor teach what you do not know; what is false is not of long duration.

 

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How can anyone know that which is oblivion, when nothing must be present to witness it?

 

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To question reality is a calling to which relatively few are drawn.

 

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It is on you to do whatever impromptu calls.

 

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Each and every seed, a unique blueprint; a pattern in its snowflake of a universe.

 

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You cannot capture the awareness; you can only be it.

 

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Awareness is the moment, ever serene; consciousness starts, sticks, stops, and confabulates without end.

 

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Mother Nature will teach you, everything you need to know, if you can survive the lesson.

 

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All thoughts, all passions, are imaginary things, only as real as imagination imagines.

 

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Natural, spontaneous, unforced, organic process, is the sure sign of a timeless existence.

 

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Impromptu free will, looking forward; determined fate, looking back.

 

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Take care of that body; else consequences will mete out the injustice of foolish ignorance.

 

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Awareness: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

 

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Only you know your own story, and even that is but a vain perception, of what may have really happened.

 

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How many universes can dance on the head of a pin?

 

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Neither past nor future exist; nowness is your kingdom.

 

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Entitlement tends to numb one to the inequities that abound around them.

 

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You know it is esoteric when you can barely give it away.

 

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Get to know people too well, and, sure enough, sooner or later, there are funerals to attend.

 

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Nothing is any moment the same.

 

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If the mind is moving, imagination is afoot; You in its fell grip.

 

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That which is ever-changing is not eternal; that which is eternal is not ever-changing.

 

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You are the mystery you cannot solve; only be.

 

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At the heart of awareness, all naming means diddly-squat; what is, is, no matter the sound it is granted.

 

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The real and the unreal are a duet of the unknown.

 

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You are but a particle, wafting to and fro in the sea of mystery; all of it all the while.

 

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Each and every snowflake is the first; every one must discern its own way.

 

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Why would any deity worth a tinker’s damn, be a proponent of any dogma, whatsoever?

 

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Thought has no reality but in imaginary notion.

 

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Every moment flickers the same.

 

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How big a statistical sample do you need, to see it is all going nowhere very quickly?

 

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All naming is but the puff of imagination.

 

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Be wary of those who appeal to your vanity, to access either your wallet or your heart.

 

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The mystery you seek is within and without; pure, simple, free, perfect, absolute, supreme.

 

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Whatever the source of the mystery, You are also; how could You not be?

 

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In every moment, a new opportunity to discern, the mystery streaming indivisibly within.

 

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There it is.

 

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Everyone seems to know the answer; curious that it is rarely the same one.

 

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Would there be light, would there be dark, without You to discern it?

 

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The universe is but the gnashing of a morsel of dust, in the reality of the mystery that You are, as well.

 

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Do you see your cosmos through your own eyes, or the eyes of another?

 

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You have always been alone; it is your one and only nature.

 

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Did that happen yesterday, or the day before, or did it even happen at all?

 

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To believe awareness, is attached to any concept or form, is but vain arrogance born of human limitation.

 

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A thought can be just as much an idol as any figurine or symbol or image.

 

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Nothing is ever easy.

 

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Why let anything bother you?

 

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What else can truth be, need truth be, but awareness its Self, pure and simple and free?

 

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Prior to all priors, within all withins, without all withouts, beyond all beyonds, You are.

 

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Nothing is free; breathe content.

 

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How you present yourself to others, is probably how You should present to your Self.

 

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Imagination likes to pretend it is in charge.

 

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You have never been real, you will never be real, in any way you think.

 

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There is no knowing; there is only imagination weaving it so.

 

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Regarding time: it is hard to run out of something that never existed.

 

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You cannot help but play out your destiny.

 

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Intelligent design is an oxymoron in this universe.

 

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Your fate is already assured; you just have, to play it out.

 

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The enlightened life is a wander through the relativity.

 

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Time would sure be passing by quickly, if it existed.

 

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Another tomorrow, already yesterday.

 

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All your judgments change nothing.

 

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The return to nothingness is the dissolution of all things imagined, of all things born of consciousness.

 

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Embrace what you can; tolerate, ignore, change, destroy, what you cannot.

 

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The absurdity, spinning into overdrive.

 

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Seriously, is it really any wonder, Jesus has not returned?

 

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To wander untouched, untroubled, untainted, by the sensory theater, is the way of the eternal mind.

 

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The blind and deaf lack doubt.

 

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As mind moves, so does dreamtime.

 

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Surrendering to awareness, to eternity, is a timeless moment.

 

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Ecstasy is right here, right now, for those whose fate it is to mine it.

 

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The streets are lined with gold; can you not see it.

 

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Nothing rules.

 

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Pain is a gathering of nerve-endings telling you, you probably should not have done that.

 

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Have a great day, if your fate allows.

 

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Sometimes, like it or not, you just have, to start all over, or quit, or both.

 

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One is all, all are one.

 

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How is it you know so much, but still do not know nothing?

 

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Doubt everything but the awareness that is your Self.

 

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A taste, a nibble, a sip, can be statistical sample enough, to discern the essence of most anything.

 

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Boredom is a hard taskmaster.

 

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Destiny trumps all comers.

 

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There are many boundaries to explore, and they are all but ephemeral walls of imagination.

 

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Giving voice to the obvious.

 

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Challenging not to get cynical, when you have seen something gauged absurd, happen for the nth time.

 

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You would kill someone, simply because they call their idol by a different name than yours? Seriously?

 

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Let gravity do what it with so little effort does.

 

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Those lost to differentiation miss the commonality of all existence, and non-existence, as well.

 

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Run that by, again, please.

 

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Of the omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent, you are but a brief twinkle.

 

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To wander through all camps, unseen, anonymous, observant, is a ninja-level skillset.

 

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Inattention to breath is a sure sign you are off in the time machine of imagination.

 

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You will know it when you see it.

 

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Death is just the mind-body washing away, like a wave across the sand, back into the sea.

 

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The laments of aging are a noisy hall.

 

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That which you so easily waste or discard, could well be untold treasure to so many.

 

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Imagination is a habit of the addictive sort.

 

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Your departure is an imminent very-sure likelihood.

 

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What set of steps lead to that?

 

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The first hit arouses the bloodthirst.

 

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Pretty hard to get the world out, once it gets its quantum nose into the tent of imagination.

 

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Destiny has a way of finding you.

 

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Eternal salvation is about being free of the fell grip of space-time born of imagination.

 

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The You, You are, is not the you, you imagine you are.

 

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Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

 

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Is sage advice heard, much less followed, even in the forum?

 

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Details will be enjoyable, until they are not; and then what hell will they brew?

 

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How did you not think of that?

 

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There is only pure awareness, it suffers not; be free, die now, to all of it.

 

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Impulsiveness challenges the odds in any game.

 

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You need not always give into the whims of consciousness.

 

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You are not doing that; the quantum matrix is doing that, thinking that.

 

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Another tomorrow turning into yesterday.

 

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Why would you need to prove anything, either to your Self, or any other?

 

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The nuances of truth are all imagined.

 

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We all have our little Academy Award statues collecting dust on the shelf.

 

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Yet another absurd story, catering to fear and dread of the unknown.

 

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Free will is an assumption with neither merit nor proof.

 

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Destiny is a long-and-winding wander of sentience towards its given sunset.

 

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The abyss is the ultimate freedom; give over to it as often as you dare.

 

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At some point, starting over loses its sheen.

 

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How many followers would follow their prophets, if they ran inro them unrecognized on any given street?

 

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Equality is a two-way street.

 

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Why should you be bound by any other’s limitations?

 

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Oblivion calls.

 

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Best to forget, who You think you are, before everyone else does.

 

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Existence is just more to forget.

 

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Your dream will carry on as all dreams do; oblivion is the nonexistent destiny of all.

 

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Oops, mistake, and not the first one of the day.

 

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Try as it might, imagination has never gotten its hooks into the moment.

 

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You are witness to a quantum dream.

 

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Within the ocean, an infinity of droplets; within every mind, the infinity of the ocean.

 

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There is only awareness; it suffers not.

 

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Consciousness has great difficulty allowing the stillness of nothingness to reign.

 

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If you are the body: agony and ecstasy and every variety of vanity; if you are awareness: meh.

 

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You can only defy gravity so long.

 

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Respect goes a long way towards peaceful co-existence.

 

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Who can ever even more than guess, what will be remembered in any given mind?

 

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The taste of fate is bittersweet.

 

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Textbook.

 

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Is creativity – or any passion, for that matter – a function of oxygen deprivation?

 

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Be free; die now, to all of it.

 

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In the infinity of all eyes, there is but one witness; no need to give it any name or rank, other than You.

 

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What do you mean, I am not this body!?

 

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You may be a complex pattern, but, a pattern, nonetheless.

 

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Truth is truth, regardless the words.

 

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All judgment is arbitrary.

 

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The expanses of imagination, are but the ephemeral filament, of the thunder perfect mind.

 

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Space-time is the theater of mind.

 

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Breathe content.

 

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Reading much of this sort of babble, will reduce your mind to rubble, and give rise to a Phoenix.

 

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Nothing is free.

 

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The simple mind requires simple messages, repeated as needed.

 

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Space and time do not really exist as more than imaginary concepts spun of quantum dust.

 

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Embrace your Self.

 

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Attention to breath is the portal to eternity.

 

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Is it so, or just yours or some other’s vanity, that says it is so?

 

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Very esoteric, indeed, until it is not.

 

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A simple answer that is dogmatic, is not a simple answer that is esoteric.

 

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There is always tomorrow.

 

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Whatever stage you tread, You are always right-here-right-now You.

 

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This esoteric work is dedicated to mystics at large; the mystiques en liberté, for whom Self is all.

 

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There is absolutely no need to define or measure or compare your Self.

 

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Nothingness is not a two-sided coin.

 

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You are the Truth, You are the Life, You are the Way.

 

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A multi-dimensional, ephemeral dream of matter, with which You identify for a brief sense of time.

 

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That the ultimate truth is so thoroughly ignored, so thoroughly twisted, says it all.

 

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Necessity refines the senses.

 

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Is it a universe, or merely a perception of what you think is a universe?

 

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May as well embrace your fate; it is going to happen, like it or not.

 

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What a luxury knowing so much; all the while understanding so little.

 

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You have never been anything imagined by imagination.

 

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Any given universe is but a neurological array; an indelible mystery, no matter how it is framed.

 

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Habits die hard.

 

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Resistance to the reality within and without, is but an every-moment exercise in futility.

 

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Challenging to get a handle, on a mystery beyond measure; too small to see, too large to carry.

 

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Is not waking up every day, mystery enough, without adding a heap of gratuitous folderol?

 

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Who is the experiencer, when the passing moment, is over as quickly as it began.

 

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Let joy in.

 

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Eternity is a walkabout.

 

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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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True religion is expressed each and every moment; in deeds are you known, assertions mean nothing.

 

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What clouds can ever touch the sky of eternity?

 

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Why keep beating yourself up over things that do not matter?

 

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It is not you that is reborn; it is the unborn-undying awareness, and it, only for a moment.

 

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Gravity is You in disguise, as is everything, into which it casts its dream-weaving force.

 

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Why do you do that to your Self?

 

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Whether or not, you survive the mayhem, is what is called natural selection.

 

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How many times do you need to do the same thing, to learn the same thing?

 

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The whole of creation is about spinning nada into gold, lining as many streets as imagination allows.

 

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Even the most bitter and poisonous and vile flowers, are the essence of the same mystery.

 

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Space and time may be illusions, but they are very real-looking illusions.

 

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Angels and demons dance on pins in our heads.

 

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Death is the oblivion of reality; we are all dead men walking, the how and when, not if.

 

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It only seems like free will, because you only see the trees, as you wander down your pathless path.

 

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How can creator and creation not be one in the same?

 

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What is heaven but hope, and hell, dread; the nectar of awareness is prior to both.

 

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Of those whose minds and hair are graying, we have all seen better daze.

 

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Bad breathing makes for an unhinged mind, wherein the eternal now, is whisked into time.

 

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Who knows where that got nooked and crannied.

 

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Idolatry: Don’t do it.

 

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What delusions vows can be, as soon as they pop out of mind.

 

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The only thing sure, the only thing secure, is the awareness of the ephemeral now.

 

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Where does awareness begin, and where can it possibly end?

 

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Grasping just how alone you truly are, is a blow-the-breaker-switches moment.

 

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How can you ever hope to wake up anyone, who spends life pushing the snooze button?

 

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Why would you ever be sinful or guilty for being born?

 

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The you that you every moment believe you are, is nothing more than a fabrication of imagination.

 

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 And behind every face eternity ever cast, You.

 

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Breathe deep, breathe full; that is the born again-ness of every eternal moment.

 

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There is only one Soul, and it is that which is totality; there is only one totality, and it is the Soul in all.

 

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Consciousness is quicksand; awareness, bedrock.

 

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The notion of history is sculpted in countless ways, through the never-ceasing, indivisibly eternal now.

 

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What pathless is there to heaven, but through the eternal within.

 

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Life is but a few breaths, and back to sleep, back to sleep, in the eternal manger prior to dreamtime.

 

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If you want world peace, still that busy mind, and in awareness, take in a few deep breaths.

 

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What else do you possibly need, once simple awareness, is nectar enough?

 

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You are already samadhi, happiness, bliss; all you need do is be still enough to discern it.

 

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How do you measure a space that is not, or count a time that never was?

 

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The immeasurable moment is without division; has there ever been more than one?

 

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Yes, the mitote can just be turned off, with the flick of attention.

 

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Do not insist what you do not know.

 

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It is what is done after the first move that wins or loses.

 

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Expectations are a sure road to disappointment.

 

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Waste time? How can you waste something that does not exist?

 

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Send in the drones.

 

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Why would anyone want to conquer the world, when conquering yourself is so much more rewarding.

 

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To not care about anyone or anything; how freeing.

 

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Say yes to everything; say no to everything.

 

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On the lamb, wandering hither and thither.

 

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You can choose to: you can choose not to.

 

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Pictures are worth one thousand words, but what about inflation?

 

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Try not to get lost or drown in the sea of metaphors.

 

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An anonymous, unentitled, inauspicious beginning allows one to carve one’s own course.

 

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Despite the fact, that all cling to the podium, no one owns the forum.

 

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The book to re-read, is the one, you had no clue about what you were reading, the first round.

 

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Gravity cloaks the reality that you are drifting in the abyss.

 

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The larger currents of geopolitics are where strategic minds circle.

 

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The digital mind narrates a false sheen upon reality.

 

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Where does the person who likes or dislikes exist, but in the imagination.

 

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Where will you be after the post mortem?

 

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What are you smoking?

 

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The philosophers are not in charge, nor will they ever be, obviously.

 

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The mantra of existence is written in the chromosomes.

 

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Eternity is a long timeless.

 

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The timeless mind engaged in time.

 

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Is there really any problem but the one you create?

 

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It is all about choices, and is there really any choice?

 

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Has the loss of innocence, the loss of Eden, really been worth it?

 

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Keep up with what, exactly?

 

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Aphorisms are born of a knack for putting things succinctly.

 

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Congratulations if you are a winner in the genetic lottery.

 

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How can anything be said to exist when everything is the unborn-undying?

 

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Dead is dead; ain’t no resurrection of what never was.

 

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This is eternity’s moment.

 

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Go to where time is not counted, and space is not measured.

 

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Here is your death; come and get it, embrace it, or run away, as fast as you imagine you can.

 

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Alone at last.

 

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The Reaper finds all imagination’s efforts for immortality to be grimly ironic.

 

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It is with great intention, you must give your attention.

 

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A teacher who spins lies, is not much of a teacher.

 

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To slip through net after net is a fate of its own reckoning.

 

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Every human being chattering to themselves; the parasite of consciousness in every mind,

 

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Is there really anything that matters?

 

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There is only one tongue, and you must be You to speak it.

 

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The sun of another moment will rest on your face one tomorrow or another.

 

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What makes you believe the Reaper is grim?

 

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It is all mitote; it is all the chaos of 1,000 voices all trying to talk at once in the mind.

 

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No, all things do not come to those who wait; some things, but not all things.

 

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What would it be like to be so present, as to experience fully every now, any given life has to offer?

 

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Breathe into the awareness; breathe out from the awareness.

 

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The nothingness of the eternal, cannot be taught, only learned; and in the learning, process is all.

 

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Ummy-yum-yum, another scrumptious meal down the shitting hole.

 

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The one-percenters just laugh at how easy it is to distract the masses willy-nilly.

 

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Is the universe a mind beyond all comprehension? Up to you to find out.

 

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Hard to savor a moment already long gone.

 

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If you cannot fit it all into a simple, timeless breath, then it probably does not matter much, anyway.

 

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Be the Good Samaritan however it suits you; the most authentic giving is not an obligation.

 

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To be born is to die, with some wandering through a dream between; that is the way it is.

 

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Vanity and greed trump wisdom until there is nothing left to be wise about.

 

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Thinking from very small, to thinking very large, takes some to where they only seldom think at all.

 

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It is a god-eat-god world; chew well.

 

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One does not ask for permission to be free; one asserts it, affirms it, champions it, with their entire being.

 

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A universal mind, a quantum mind; how could it be anything less?

 

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Suspend knowing, forget everything; be the awareness, absolutely free.

 

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This may be the last time you have do that, or see that, or hear that, or taste that, or smell that, or feel that.

 

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How can a drop of the ocean ever depart it?

 

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The space, the time, are irrelevant to the seer seeing.

 

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How similar we are in our differences; how different we are in our similarities.

 

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So nothing as to be everything; so everything as to be nothing.

 

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How many spins around the sun before everyone, everything, now living, is lost and gone forever?

 

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Before genesis, you are; after genesis, you are; in genesis, you are.

 

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If there is a middleman between you and truth, then the only question is how thick the lie.

 

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You say you want a revolution; well, here it is.

 

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Here You are, right here, right now; nothing else matters.

 

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Odds are very good that there will always be pharaohs building monuments to their imaginary glory.

 

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Plumbing the shallow depths with words that can only tell.

 

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What is your world, your universe, your existence, but a momentary perception.

 

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Staring into the abyss.

 

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A happy ending only means the story is not yet over.

 

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Took a long time to put this world together; shame to see it ravaged so thoughtlessly.

 

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What is the point of all this knowledge, if there is no garden left to know, no garden left to wander?

 

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Agony and ecstasy are in the realm of imagination; awareness has no time for them.

 

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Changing with the changing, is a very astute, very shrewd, very Darwinian strategy.

 

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How alone is alone?

 

* * * *

We quarrel over anything and everything, as if anything and everything really matter.

 

* * * *

Who is this I? What is me? What is mine? Everything is yours. Nothing is yours.

 

* * * *

Observe your world, your universe, for your Self; what need have you for anyone else’s conclusion?

 

* * * *

The awareness is your magic carpet ride home; how much closer to God could you possibly be?

 

* * * *

For another breath, what's a little more agony?

 

* * * *

What is birth but the beginning of a story, and death its end.

 

* * * *

Options, lots of options.

 

* * * *

Do not confuse what you think or what you do, with the prior-to-consciousness awareness you are.

 

* * * *

I create you, and you create me, and we each, in our own dreams, dance the same mystery.

 

* * * *

You have either, an innie, or an outie; if you do not like it, try not to make it everybody else's problem.

 

* * * *

No, this form is not yours to keep for more than a moment at a time.

 

* * * *

Give senses and whatever imagination throws in the spin.

 

* * * *

This breath is yours, and yours alone.

 

* * * *

Awareness is the door to eternal life.

 

* * * *

Does any other creature ponder existence, ponder Self, with the obsession we do?

 

* * * *

Where's their library?

 

* * * *

What can awareness possibly hold onto?

 

* * * *

Faith takes a lot of work; much easier to be unconcerned.

 

* * * *

There is no other place to go, nor mind to be in, nor witness to be; You are right here, right now.

 

* * * *

Awareness is the immortality You are.

 

* * * *

It is only vanity and greed that inspire the blind.

 

* * * *

You are preacher and parishioner, and choir unto thy Self; what need for an edifice?

 

* * * *

You may just have to let it go.

 

* * * *

Chatting it up with the mitote again, eh?

 

* * * *

You are nothing more than your own worst imaginary habit.

 

* * * *

They are not going to know; they are not going to care.

 

* * * *

This is your song of god.

 

* * * *

Why make problems, that are neither necessary nor meaningful, from any get-go?

 

* * * *

You vaguely recall making that decision, but could just as easily, just as truthfully, deny it.

 

* * * *

It is rational to go your own way, to abide alone; guilt, remorse, obligation, are mortal cuisine.

 

* * * *

Which yesterday is today, can be hard to remember.

 

* * * *

Forget everything; remember nothing.

 

* * * *

How obsessed so many are, to have answers to questions that have none.

 

* * * *

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream; merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

 

* * * *

To what are you clinging, and why?

 

* * * *

Every moment is just as new, for any so-called master, as it is for you.

 

* * * *

Another DNA wannabe.

 

* * * *

All the scribe could do was write how he saw it; what any readers will see, is their own to see.

 

* * * *

What is anything to You who have seen an infinity of universes come and go?

 

* * * *

Nothing is ever the same; loss is an every-moment fact.

 

* * * *

It is what it is; all beliefs about it are meaningless.

 

* * * *

Would there even be a moment, were there not sentience to witness it?

 

* * * *

What so many call love in this theater of the absurd, is expressed in every shade of self-absorption.

 

* * * *

Nothing fantastical in these pages.

 

* * * *

Every moment the same.

 

* * * *

More legalistic jabber from the choir; vanity is the source of all differences.

 

* * * *

As flawed as everyone else.

 

* * * *

Sometimes you create, sometimes you preserve, sometimes you destroy; that is the way of it.

 

* * * *

To recall how the world, once inspired such longing, such passion; oh, those were the daze.

 

* * * *

The eye of a needle is only as small as the eye is blind.

 

* * * *

This is it, this is all there is, and there ain’t no more.

 

* * * *

The obvious only become obvious, when the mind and heart are clear, free of all meaningless burdens.

 

* * * *

Life is but a few breaths, and back to sleep, back to sleep, in the eternal manger prior to dreamtime.

 

* * * *

The Genetic Lottery is the Wheel of Destiny.

 

* * * *

So much influence established by mindsets, whose time in the sun was long ago buried.

 

* * * *

How would your life sound as a song?

 

* * * *

What is knowledge but busy-busy distraction, from the what is of the unfolding moment.

 

* * * *

What breath can ever hold any moment for long.

 

* * * *

Good thing nobody can read your mind.

 

* * * *

All your experience, all your knowledge, and You still the unknown all the while.

 

* * * *

Sentience is indifferent to your imaginary existence.

 

* * * *

Even thousands of karmic rebirths beyond counting, all happen right here, right now.

 

* * * *

How can the antidote for lies, ever be anything but truth?

 

* * * *

Religions play upon the insecurity of mind; spirituality encourages its understanding.

 

* * * *

You are it, it is You; the other is but imagined.

 

* * * *

To right the ship; how would that ever be possible, even if all hands were on deck?

 

* * * *

What does not manage to kill you today, will certainly try to hurt you in the meanwhile.

 

* * * *

The abyss yawns.

 

* * * *

There really is no this or that, or that or this; there is really only just the way it is.

 

* * * *

If you do not care enough to be the change, of which you so eloquently speak, why expect it of another?

 

* * * *

Forget everything; everything!

 

* * * *

The ever-shifting sands consume all.

 

* * * *

It was knowledge that blinded the vision of Eden; it is awareness that renders it apparent again.

 

* * * *

It may well be less, “The Horror! The Horror!” – than it is, “The absurdity! The absurdity!”

 

* * * *

It is all merely an intriguing, temporal veil; so it goes. deal with it, get over it, move on.

 

* * * *

All dreams can never be more than dreams.

 

* * * *

So small and so huge as to be indistinguishable, from the dynamic synergy of its countless parts.

 

* * * *

You think you know so much; a little humility, puleeze!

 

* * * *

Nothing is sacred; nothing is not sacred.

 

* * * *

Consciousness is a means, to playing out the dream of time; You are the awareness, not consciousness.

 

* * * *

To believe we are all wandering the same universe, is an extremely dubious assumption.

 

* * * *

Waiting too long, generally makes for fewer and fewer choices, or at least different ones.

 

* * * *

By the time you hear about most opportunities, it is probably too late.

 

* * * *

Why do you allow any desire, any fear, any dread, any passion at all, to grip you?

 

* * * *

Unclench the mind, let go all thought, let go all that is imagined, be the whole mind.

 

* * * *

Only in pure awareness are you, You.

 

* * * *

The moment is all.

 

* * * *

You are the same awareness, you are, have always been, will ever be.

 

* * * *

Here I am, there you are, both Self, wandering the same matrix of awareness.

 

* * * *

Embrace the eternal awareness, in which the quantum matrix vibrates the illusion-delusion you dream.

 

* * * *

It really does boil down to, to believe, or not to believe.

 

* * * *

The other is the infection of imagination.

 

* * * *

Avoid being bound by tradition, even your own.

 

* * * *

Death is merely evaporating, back into the nothingness, that nothingness ever is.

 

* * * *

A mind at rest is an eternal mind, a no-mind, a quantum mind, an unbound mind.

 

* * * *

Bones and flesh and slime; so crunchy and chewy and gooey.

 

* * * *

Is there truly a world, a universe, or just a perspective born of imagination?

 

* * * *

Time to reap what we have sewn, alas.

 

* * * *

How is it You ask your Self this all the time?

 

* * * *

Wonder if the percentages have always been the same for any given psychology.

 

* * * *

The warrior mindset is not always about war.

 

* * * *

Sorrows, sorrows, prayers.

 

* * * *

And the world catches your attention yet again.

 

* * * *

What yoke can there be, to the freedom, of You just being told, to be You, your Self?

 

* * * *

The time-bound will always be but second place to awareness.

 

* * * *

Awareness proves nothing.

 

* * * *

So, what is the first thing Jesus is going to do when boots hit the ground?

 

* * * *

Practice dying.

 

* * * *

Feeling sorry for yourself wanders into dead ends at every turn.

 

* * * *

Pretty hard to hold back nature from a good meal.

 

* * * *

What affluence hath wrought, individually and collectively, accelerates exponentially, beyond all pales.

 

* * * *

“No Fair!” echoes its futility in domesticated minds.

 

* * * *

The abyss of oblivion yawns forever eternal.

 

* * * *

The only way out is within.

 

* * * *

What need for knowledge, when you are the elixir that bore it all.

 

* * * *

Accidents and unintended consequences, have a habit of inspiring tangential changes.

 

* * * *

You will stop when the questions stop.

 

* * * *

Walk your talk.

 

* * * *

You are all alone in the moment You eternally dwell.

 

* * * *

The ever-present-nothing-special of awareness, is, without limits.

 

* * * *

The greatest story ever told? Well, maybe, if you have never read anything else.

 

* * * *

A descent into attachment of emotion can easily waylay even the best of journeys.

 

* * * *

You have never been who you imagine you are.

 

* * * *

Misery is playing a starring role in this manifest theater.

 

* * * *

What is beautiful, what is ugly, but illusions born of human imagination.

 

* * * *

The moment is not a yoke in which you must daily toil.

 

* * * *

Quit your whining.

 

* * * *

The You, you think is you, is not the You, you think.

 

* * * *

Accelerating exponential, is how I put it; and how doomed, is for time machines.

 

* * * *

Contemplation and meditation, are the means to explore and realize for your Self, the mystery You are.

 

* * * *

You are nothing more than an imagined character; locked in by nature-nurture.

 

* * * *

How are we not every moment lost in wonder?

* * * *

Family is overrated.

 

* * * *

The hallowed ground must be trod within to glean its truest truth.

 

* * * *

Everybody has a take on everybody else.

 

* * * *

The irony is how you so often seem to stumble whenever you think you are so cool.

 

* * * *

Many an impulse has gone into making this disaster.

 

* * * *

We are all empty vessels, filled with the churning nothingness of imagination.

 

* * * *

Forget the body, forget the mind, forget the world, forget the universe, forget everything.

 

* * * *

The serious student has no end of teachers.

 

* * * *

The man with the crystal ball rules the world.

 

* * * *

Everything is entitlement; even existence.

 

* * * *

You are the totality, you are the mystery, by whatever sound you want to give it.

 

* * * *

Pride gets the better of all who cannot resist its temptations.

 

* * * *

It is about connecting the dots.

 

* * * *

Your quantum nature is indivisibly timeless; are you mad for seeing it, or mad for not?

 

* * * *

A faith so infinite, as to be unnecessary.

 

* * * *

Would you justify yourself to a rock, or an ant, or a fish, or your cat? So why, to any two-legged?

 

* * * *

What are endings but outcomes of beginnings.

 

* * * *

Why would, how could, awareness, judge clouds crisscrossing its sky?

 

* * * *

Yet another etching on a wall in a deep, dark cavern; likely never to be found.

 

* * * *

For a coin to be minted, it must have two faces.

 

* * * *

The iceberg is ripping through the hull; who will survive to see the dawn?

 

* * * *

We all live in glass houses; curious how few realize it.

 

* * * *

Imagination gets the brass ring for another moment; awareness does not count.

 

* * * *

It takes time, it takes space.

 

* * * *

The first birth was 3.8 billion-ish years ago; my, how time passes.

 

* * * *

Freedom is in the clarity of awareness; not the quantum theater of sensation.

 

* * * *

Pain is the unjust dessert; chew well.

 

* * * *

Eternal life is forgetting everything; even that perceived but a moment ago.

 

* * * *

Have you been teched enough yet?

 

* * * *

Peace on earth, requires peace of mind, and good will towards each and all.

 

* * * *

History happens.

 

* * * *

Which voice is on deck when you are all alone, you or You?

 

* * * *

Another beautiful day in the neighborhood.

 

* * * *

All flaws are imagined; physician, heal thy Self; be whole, sovereign, true.

* * * *

No day is over until it is over.

 

* * * *

Being nothing in an everything world, is the challenge for any lost to doubt.

 

* * * *

So much pain and tension that become like tree rings as the body ages and withers on the vine.

 

* * * *

A little taste is gist enough.

 

* * * *

What good is knowledge, what good is history, if you have not learned the many lessons offered?

 

* * * *

History does not repeat itself; imagination does.

 

* * * *

Arrogance is its own bliss.

 

* * * *

To be free of imagination, or not to be free of imagination, the question of all questions.

 

* * * *

It is for time to tell.

 

* * * *

Unattended promises are the bane of relationship.

 

* * * *

And what is real? And what is not real? Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?

 

* * * *

So much to be forgotten.

 

* * * *

Loneliness is a distraction, a fixation, inspired by dependence on others.

 

* * * *

Hell, if I know.

 

* * * *

A mind bent on trivial pursuits, is a mind that has missed its full potential.

 

* * * *

As if any relationship, any job, any experience, any anything, pose any answer.

 

* * * *

There are no rights; only entitlements.

 

* * * *

The moment is the moment; whether or not you are there to witness it.

 

* * * *

This is one very fucked up, very pathetic, very harsh, parody.

 

* * * *

You are the world, and the world is You.

 

* * * *

The mind-body is but the torture device; it is consciousness that chooses, whether or not it will suffer.

 

* * * *

Imagination has You by the mind.

 

* * * *

What is it to really, really, really, I mean really, not care?

 

* * * *

We cannot all be you.

 

* * * *

The fall from grace is daily more apparent in many a headline.

 

* * * *

To look out upon the world, without attachment, is a meditation requiring buddha-mind intention.

 

* * * *

Are there an infinity of moments, or just one? Count them if you can.

 

* * * *

The road to habit and addiction, begins with an innocuous choice.

 

* * * *

What makes sucking your thumb any less meaningful than anything else?

 

* * * *

So many talking about change, but how many really want to?

 

* * * *

How is it the mystery is not magical enough for so many?

 

* * * *

You going to wait for the Reaper, or go out and meet him before he knocks?

 

* * * *

How does it feel to be rated equal to a microbe crawling in your nose?

 

* * * *

Imagination’s limits are many, and not far between.

 

* * * *

Will it ever end? Probably not; at least not as far as you need be concerned.

 

* * * *

Freedom is a lie fabricated for the delusional.

 

* * * *

You never existed, and none of this ever happened.

 

* * * *

Smartest guy in the room always gets the last word.

 

* * * *

Extinction is nothing new.

 

* * * *

The identify is not who you are; it is who You pretend to be.

 

* * * *

It must be something to be such a genius all the time.

 

* * * *

Once was enough.

 

* * * *

How can you call it an inquiry, if you believe you already know the answer?

 

* * * *

A thing for things.

 

* * * *

What name can stick to the no-name mystery?

 

* * * *

Every seer explores the mystery to whatever degreeless degree it calls.

 

* * * *

Do you feed your tongue? Or your body? Or at least both.

 

* * * *

Every moment a push and pull between the eternal You and the imaginary you.

 

* * * *

What is belief, what is faith, what is hope, but a story believed.

 

* * * *

It may be less an issue about wanting something, as it is what you are willing to do to get it.

 

* * * *

Vanity, the great deceiver.

 

* * * *

Problems, problems, problems; how can you solve a dream?

 

* * * *

To be inwardly silent, completely still – free of desire, free of fear, free of dread – is to be the eternal.

 

* * * *

Just being is the embodiment of silence.

 

* * * *

The Ignorance of Vanity ... or ... The Vanity of Ignorance ... Hmmm ...

 

* * * *

Try not to make your problem someone else’s.

 

* * * *

God is a many-dogma-ed hydra.

 

* * * *

Embrace the pain, dive into the wave, be the moment.

 

* * * *

There is no saving this world; only surviving it.

 

* * * *

Eternity is the timeless formlessness of awareness.

 

* * * *

Misters and mrs’s and miss’s and ms’s and mx’s, You are all the same mystery.

 

* * * *

Everything is distraction.

 

* * * *

Peace, tranquility, serenity, harmony, grace; the many-splendored quality of beingness.

 

* * * *

We are all driven by different demons.

 

* * * *

Find your newborn state of mind; the tabula rasa of all beginnings.

 

* * * *

How many cushions will that derrière someday cover, in these, our gluttonous times?

 

* * * *

Every moment is the same; consciousness being what it is, not all are equally endured.

 

* * * *

Are you at the prow watching the cutwater, or the stern, the wake?

 

* * * *

Measuring illusion is a delusion of imaginary proportion.

 

* * * *

Any goal reached is but a blip in the ever-kaleidoscoping process.

 

* * * *

The genetic lottery has spun You this way.

 

* * * *

The Great Quantum will play out whatever theater You are conditioned to discern.

 

* * * *

Only your little slice of imagination is about you.

 

* * * *

Stroll on.

 

* * * *

No matter the religion, the belief, they are all just stories.

 

* * * *

If God is so great, why does he need anyone to affirm it?

 

* * * *

Beware the people of one book.

 

* * * *

God is neither alive nor dead, just bored to tears with the same uselessly absurd balderdash.

 

* * * *

Very Darwin, indeed.

 

* * * *

If you had never been told there was a God, would you have created one?

 

* * * *

There will be many horrors before it is over.

 

* * * *

The natural state is tabula rasa.

 

* * * *

Found your face yet?

 

* * * *

Goals anointed, goals achieved, are but a moment in the process.

 

* * * *

Everything is relative.

 

* * * *

Unplugging Darwin just ain’t gonna to happen.

 

* * * *

Your habits are the experiences You embraced too closely.

 

* * * *

Please try coming up with something that has not been mindlessly yammered a gazillion times before.

 

* * * *

Every moment, an offering to the whimsies of consciousness.

 

* * * *

Guilt; don’t do it.

 

* * * *

Resolutions, of most any this or that, are likely as constant as the wind.

 

* * * *

Humankind is a cancer, hell-bent on destroying our mother, if she does not get us first.

 

* * * *

We all follow a course that leads to its destiny.

 

* * * *

The best way to keep a secret, is to neither utter nor write it.

 

* * * *

“You are not alone,” imagination lied; not for the first time that day.

 

* * * *

Is there anything more pathetic than a self-serving hypocrite?

 

* * * *

Awareness is the grand voyeur of all eternity.

 

* * * *

All human religions and their cultish affiliates, are over long overdue for circular filing.

 

* * * *

We are guided by pain.

 

* * * *

How sentimental we are to our memories and things.

 

* * * *

The seed of doubt is without doubt the key ingredient to where doubt can take the doubtful mind.

 

* * * *

Life is a marathon; pace your Self; abide in the emptiness.

 

* * * *

Propaganda is a weapon of mass destruction.

 

* * * *

We are up against 3.8 billion years of Darwin.

 

* * * *

Oscars to everyone and everything; astounding how perfectly all have played their quantum role.

 

* * * *

What is the secret to life? That there is no secret.

 

* * * *

Death is the release of vanity.

 

* * * *

The universe that imagination built, is as real as the human genome.

 

* * * *

How much more will you squeeze in before the Reaper taps you on the shoulder?

 

* * * *

And how do you decipher that dollop of awareness but by simply being.

 

* * * *

Mastery? Would that really, even be possible?

 

* * * *

Not everyone wants to be here; not everyone should have to stay here.

 

* * * *

Inattention is the first and last mistake.

 

* * * *

That which totality, is so much more, than any concoction of imagination, could ever hope to muster.

 

* * * *

Why care about stupid things, why be bound to trivial pursuit?

 

* * * *

No other can usurp your sovereignty without your acquiescence.

 

* * * *

For humankind to overcome its Darwinian-laced origin, would require a beyond-comprehension mutation.

 

* * * *

That just ain't gonna happen.

 

* * * *

Forgot that, too.

 

* * * *

What nobody sees, nobody knows, nobody cares.

 

* * * *

3.8 billion years of Darwin, and counting.

 

* * * *

If the crown fits, wear it well.

 

* * * *

The moment is That I Am; be the moment.

 

* * * *

Awareness stills through you as you move through it.

 

* * * *

You are the breath monitor.

 

* * * *

Any existence, casts ripples far and wide, in directions and distances and times, unknowable.

 

* * * *

The floodgate of eternity is accessed in the moment.

 

* * * *

Does imagination use you, or you it?

 

* * * *

When Jesus said, put no gods before me, he, hopefully, was not referring to the Jesus in so many wallets.

 

* * * *

Nothing to hope for.

 

* * * *

The challenge with any system, is to use it as it was designed to be used.

 

* * * *

How can awareness ever not be immaculate, ever not be tabula rasa, ever not be the uncarved block?

 

* * * *

Awareness is the first and last frontier.

 

* * * *

Are you the personal I, or the impersonal eye?

 

* * * *

Another mind-spinner sets his spin for domination of one batch of sheeples or another.

 

* * * *

Another day in the quantum charade.

 

* * * *

Nothing is new under the sun; nothing is old, either.

 

* * * *

Any fate includes moving on, and being moved on; sometimes freely, sometimes not.

 

* * * *

The key to freedom is letting go everything.

 

* * * *

To all those who count themselves great, there is nothing about your existence I envy.

 

* * * *

Mother Gaia, sun and moon and the cosmos at large, all conspire to delude You that time is real.

 

* * * *

Nobody cares what you've done if you disrespect them.

 

* * * *

Who is this creature imagination ever brings forth?

 

* * * *

The challenge for the smartest guy in the room is to not make others feel like they are village idiots.

 

* * * *

Look how you have given your Self over to the delusion of the quantum illusion.

 

* * * *

Awareness is the common denominator.

 

* * * *

If pigs had thumbs, they would be wearing lipstick, too.

 

* * * *

An unfocused mind is a sure road to the confusion of delusion.

 

* * * *

Breathe through it.

 

* * * *

All mental illness has as its root, a blinding self-absorption.

 

* * * *

Abide in the emptiness.

 

* * * *

Only in pure consciousness, is there freedom from the known.

 

* * * *

The human paradigm was set in motion, long before the four-leggeds scrambled up into the trees.

 

* * * *

Pain teaches you to pay attention, maybe.

 

* * * *

Believe what you need to believe; anything more is distraction and delusion.

 

* * * *

The masks of this mystery are but the imagination of this mystery.

 

* * * *

Take it to the quantum level.

 

* * * *

The surest way to end a friendship, is to cross a line you did or did not know was there.

 

* * * *

Is you? Or is you not? Who’s asking?

 

* * * *

Is the driver at the wheel as he reads this?

 

* * * *

And to think you could have spent all this time serenely staring at a wall.

 

* * * *

Is it a quantum matrix, or an imaginary maze?

 

* * * *

Sour chemistry makes for sour living, and sweet, for the sweet kind.

 

* * * *

Awareness, neither is, nor is not.

 

* * * *

How can you make sense of something that makes no sense, whatsoever?

 

* * * *

The fruit does not fall far from the tree; the monkey-mind does not wander far from the jungle.

 

* * * *

Another day of pretending space and time real.

 

* * * *

The soliloquy of illusion is a never-ending banter.

 

* * * *

Studying nature should not eviscerate her.

 

* * * *

Harvesting wisdom from chaos is the pastime of those who ponder.

 

* * * *

All interpretations, all explanations, all clarifications, all understandings, of this dream, are meaningless.

 

* * * *

There is only one truth, and it is not imaginary.

 

* * * *

Heaven and hell are but tourist attractions; travelers wander the vast elsewhere.

 

* * * *

How often does the smartest guy in the room, end up being the only one in it?

 

* * * *

Let nothing rule.

 

* * * *

Vanity is an ever-present limitation.

 

* * * *

All existence has an expiration date, as does everything manifest in the quantum matrix.

 

* * * *

The relativity of perception is carried on by every seed’s birthing.

 

* * * *

To discern Self, to be Self, is to throw away the middleman’s collection plate.

 

* * * *

Every geography will have its own decline and fall, its own crash and burn, its own curtain call.

 

* * * *

Life adapts, or it does not, very simple.

 

* * * *

Go ask Samson what happens when you let a woman cut your hair.

 

* * * *

It is thought that counts.

 

* * * *

How far to play it? is the gambler's parable.

 

* * * *

Imagination can only pretend to reach so far.

 

* * * *

The parameters of desire are unique to every mind.

 

* * * *

A certain partiality to oblivion is required to delve into the ultimate nature.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

The one-percenters and their minions have been in charge since long before we left the jungles.

 

* * * *

Absurdity laced with madness.

 

* * * *

One of the big dilemmas of the so-called civilized man, is choosing the correct recycling bin.

 

* * * *

Jesus, Save Me! (from all the absurdity).

 

* * * *

Being smarter, may well make you stupider; stay humble.

 

* * * *

Alone on a mountain, alone in a crowd, solitary witness to an ineffable mystery.

 

* * * *

And you thought you were going to get out under the wire.

 

* * * *

Not caring takes practice, lots of practice, and more after that.

 

* * * *

Oh joy, another day of monkey-mind absurdity.

 

* * * *

What's the rush?

 

* * * *

Whether you take it literally, whether you take it figuratively, depends how you translate it.

 

* * * *

With all the cameras about, how aware the citizenry becomes.

 

* * * *

What good is a universe torn to pieces?

 

* * * *

Forget everything; it is all just pretend, anyway.

 

* * * *

Eternity is the nothing special wakefulness of awareness, of hereness, of nowness, of nothingness.

 

* * * *

You are not even the person you imagine you were a moment ago.

 

* * * *

The quantum nature never stops, until it morphs into a rock, and then the rock keeps moving, too.

 

* * * *

A void in the abyss.

 

* * * *

Have you found your face yet?

 

* * * *

Another day in the insane asylum.

 

* * * *

Surviving civilization in 3.8 billion-year-old software is not as easy as we might have hoped.

 

* * * *

Far easier to ask forgiveness from someone else, than it is yourself.

 

* * * *

Freedom is in every now.

 

* * * *

Why do you torture your Self so?

 

* * * *

Indifference to everything is the most tranquil track.

 

* * * *

Imagination is a powerful god.

 

* * * *

Impulsivity deprives you of a second look, which is often a good idea.

 

* * * *

More sound advice, unheard.

 

* * * *

The weight of time ages all who allow it.

 

* * * *

Seek God in your Self.

 

* * * *

You were born; you will consume; how much is the only question.

 

* * * *

Who can remember that?

 

* * * *

The difference between black and white is imaginary.

 

* * * *

How can you travel time if it does not exist, and its sidekick, space, but quantum illusion.

 

* * * *

You cannot see it, without being it.

 

* * * *

Just another self-promoting megalomaniac, that history hails as great, if they write their own story.

 

* * * *

The matter that does not matter.

 

* * * *

It is admirable to be idealistic, but ya gotta eat.

 

* * * *

A volcano is just a zit on dust ball.

 

* * * *

Hard not to believe you are the body, if you do not discern the indivisibility.

 

* * * *

You cannot find God outside your Self.

 

* * * *

What was it you were supposed to remember, again?

 

* * * *

Awareness is the fountain of youth.

 

* * * *

The taint of time and space kaleidoscope in every untouched moment.

 

* * * *

Quantum so organized, as to appear real to all born, into the matrix they are.

 

* * * *

History requires survivors inclined to record it.

 

* * * *

Easier to see the illusion with eyes closed, than open.

 

* * * *

Awareness is timeless, awareness is spaceless, awareness is, awareness is not.

 

* * * *

Are ye a seeker, or a founder?

 

* * * *

The pathless moment ends all who’s, all what’s, all when’s, all where’s, all why’s, all how’s.

 

* * * *

More dogmatic quackery tipping imaginary scales.

 

* * * *

The roller coaster world is outdoing itself.

 

* * * *

Downstream, downdream.

 

* * * *

What we together imagine, is what it will be, in the future past of it all.

 

* * * *

And what happens when consumption no longer rules?

 

* * * *

You do not have to pretend or make-believe, to just be.

 

* * * *

All powerful, until the next wave hits.

 

* * * *

Breathe in, breathe out, grasshopper, the moment does not care.

 

* * * *

All the babble ever spoken or written, amounts to nothing.

 

* * * *

And what world, what universe, is there to see, hear, to touch, to smell, to feel, that is not imaginary?

 

* * * *

You are as free as you choose to be.

 

* * * *

You must vanquish the fearful you, through great attention.

 

* * * *

Stoke your hunger until it no longer controls You.

 

* * * *

You give your Self over to whatever world You imagine.

 

* * * *

Stories stir the imagination round any campfire.

 

* * * *

It's a joke, until it isn't.

 

* * * *

Nothing happens in a vacuum.

 

* * * *

You are not that I am; You are That I Am.

 

* * * *

Your world, your universe, is but a sensory perception, an illusion, in which delusion has free reign.

 

* * * *

Thinking you are free, does not make you free.

 

* * * *

Sometimes You remember, sometimes you forget.

 

* * * *

Another pointless triage.

 

* * * *

If there is a deity, it is awareness, and quantum nature its expression.

 

* * * *

What is it you think you are seeking?

 

* * * *

The cliffs, the rocks; the sand, what an endless beating they take, and not one complaint.

 

* * * *

Unexpected journeys can be life-changing in ways beyond counting.

 

* * * *

Why we follow so many politicians, is absurd; where are the leaders?

 

* * * *

Nothing to change.

 

* * * *

It is okay not to know.

 

* * * *

Sometimes, you just have, to make do, with what you have.

 

* * * *

Where is the line between within and without?

 

* * * *

The future past is written in the sand of mind.

 

* * * *

Should be done well enough by now.

 

* * * *

The synergy of unnatural law is well underway.

 

* * * *

We all run out of time one sooner or later or another.

 

* * * *

What do the Fates have in store today?

 

* * * *

And what is all this experience, really, but a memory the moment it is dreamt?

 

* * * *

Awareness is incapable of knowing any difference.

 

* * * *

Who-what-where-when-why-how is the center of nothing?

 

* * * *

Strategy is where you are headed; tactics, how you will get there.

 

* * * *

The mind has much more potential, than simply being a master of trivial pursuit.

 

* * * *

Pays to be mindful the rules.

 

* * * *

For the human paradigm to wake up to its mystery, would take way more than a hundred monkeys.

 

* * * *

Passion is the herald of attachment.

 

* * * *

How attached are you to your existence? Who convinced you to care?

 

* * * *

Consciousness requires awareness, far more than the reverse.

 

* * * *

What the fuck is an expert?

 

* * * *

Learn to forgive yourself; after all, it never really happened.

 

* * * *

It makes no sense, whatsoever, that any of this has come to pass.

 

* * * *

Few spiritual inquiries stray, far beyond the given fairytale; early conditioning shapes us all.

 

* * * *

It just sort of gets quiet in there.

 

* * * *

Yes, you will forget this, too; oblivion is the fate of all.

 

* * * *

A different day, a different place, a different face, same babble.

 

* * * *

No more need for make-believe.

 

* * * *

Plan as you might, creation is always about making it up as the moment unfolds.

 

* * * *

Shooting the messenger does not change the message.

 

* * * *

There is nothing to achieve.

 

* * * *

Who would care? No, really, who would care?

 

* * * *

Nothing new under the sun; everything new under an ever-new sun.

 

* * * *

Pawns in consciousness’s stream.

 

* * * *

Doing the Buddha.

 

* * * *

Does the no-other other, make you stronger or weaker?

 

* * * *

Every who, every what, every where, every when, every why, every how; the cotton candy of nothing.

 

* * * *

Find your warrior, and stick with it.

 

* * * *

Looking for some god outside your Self is the wrong direction.

 

* * * *

Look out into the stars; You think some deity could do that without You?

 

* * * *

Just say no to cover-ups; own the fuck-ups, apologize once, and move on.

 

* * * *

There is nothing to seek, because there is nothing to find.

 

* * * *

Being very alone is the key.

 

* * * *

Which, even in likely times, is highly unlikely,

 

* * * *

Mother Nature kills everything sooner or later.

 

* * * *

From womb to graveyard, You are solitary witness to a dream, You every moment perceive.

 

* * * *

Could you fuck that up any better?

 

* * * *

It is in the fire of struggle that wisdom is forged.

 

* * * *

You may not like the differences, but you do not have to hate them.

 

* * * *

Judging your Self is the crime.

 

* * * *

May as well party on until the ship goes down.

 

* * * *

It is often in unbidden moments, that the clarity of awareness, the clarity of You, makes its Self, apparent.

 

* * * *

What is there to doubt in a moment?

 

* * * *

Extinction is inevitable; who, what, when, where, why, how are the only questions.

 

* * * *

There goes more good money after bad.

 

* * * *

Death is just the body kaleidoscoping off, as birth, its kaleidoscoping on.

 

* * * *

You are your own muse.

 

* * * *

Pleasure and pain make you a believer.

 

* * * *

Meaningless death? What about meaningless life?

 

* * * *

What's the score?

 

* * * *

Idle speculation is king in the field of not-knowing.

 

* * * *

Look at any problem with the right intent, and the solution will materialize apparent.

 

* * * *

Is true agape something you can cloak or hold back?

 

* * * *

The relativity of perspective casts a wide net.

 

* * * *

When exactly is the point that a beginning begins, or and ending ends?

 

* * * *

The reflective mind, and its attachment to examining illusion, is a trap of its own making.

 

* * * *

Where can there be a demarcation between any moment, but through imagination.

 

* * * *

Who you are, and who you pretend you are, are very different states of mind.

 

* * * *

Greed works until someone else’s takes a bite out of your hoard.

 

* * * *

Nothing happens all by its Self.

 

* * * *

Three-point-eight billion years of Darwinian fruition have gone into creating these two-legged blobs.

 

* * * *

What are we but relatively miniscule organisms playing out relatively miniscule organism dreamtimes?

 

* * * *

Identifying with the biological entity is the fountain of all imagination, of all illusion, of all delusion.

 

* * * *

Identifying with the biology is the wellspring of all imagination, of all illusion, of all delusion.

 

* * * *

An unexpected decision.

 

* * * *

Can you walk away from anything and anyone?

 

* * * *

Call them what you will – thinkers, gurus, mystics, sages – philosophers really are a Self-absorbed lot.

 

* * * *

Do you enter the abyss, or the abyss, unto you?

 

* * * *

… dreaming … dreaming you are … dreaming … dreaming you are … dreaming …

 

* * * *

Truth is loath to passion, for it is a rational, inherent, essential, natural beast.

 

* * * *

No need to feel agape; a quiver of affection will suffice.

 

* * * *

Is the problem other people, or what your mind does with them?

 

* * * *

If there is not common ground between all deities, then what the heck are you following?

 

* * * *

Truth is to illusion, what water is to oil.

 

* * * *

Makes sense, doesn't it?

 

* * * *

Stop looking for this mystery to be anything other than what it is.

 

* * * *

What does the flower offer, but total surrender, total vulnerability, total openness.

 

* * * *

First, a big, deep breath.

 

* * * *

As the view expands every moment, everything takes on a relatively relative stance.

 

* * * *

Though the world burn, though all creation perishes, You will ever abide.

 

* * * *

The rabbit hole abyss calls; can You hear it?

 

* * * *

To find yourself in a democratic geography, is a rare moment in a world of autocracy.

 

* * * *

And even if the body were tortured beyond all limits, could you see it any other way?

 

* * * *

Always be true to your Self, is always the best policy.

 

* * * *

Impulse is the demon.

 

* * * *

The beast has no limits.

 

* * * *

Belief blinds one to the truth of the moment, to the truth of awareness, to the truth of eternity.

 

* * * *

No point getting tangled up in the stream.

 

* * * *

The quantum matrix is bound only by its physics.

 

* * * *

To yearn to always exist, because You do, eternally so, but never in the way you think.

 

* * * *

Where did that come from?

 

* * * *

It has always been your own mind that imprisons you.

 

* * * *

If you have created a belief system about truth, then you have missed the mark.

 

* * * *

Creation and creator are one in the same; it is you, and you are it, eternity, with a dash of illusion.

 

* * * *

The Good Samaritan is potential within all.

 

* * * *

The awareness is your fountain of youth; it is your immortality, heaven on earth.

 

* * * *

Rest assured, something will always happen in the quantum churn, with or without your witnessing it.

 

* * * *

History is but an imaginary glacier.

 

* * * *

Clear or blurry, colored or colorless, light or dark, the view is the view.

 

* * * *

When did desire and fear and dread get the upper hand?

 

* * * *

Whether they realize it or not, I peer into every mind I meet, and likely they into mine.

 

* * * *

The dead do not care.

 

* * * *

A good reason for celibacy is that women are too much work for what you get out of it.

 

* * * *

Every moment has its choice.

 

* * * *

Try to relink and cultivate that innocence you once were.

 

* * * *

Is that your purpose, or someone else’s?

 

* * * *

So many memories, so many perceptions, who can ever fully fathom the existence they have witnessed?

 

* * * *

Hash and rehash, and rehash again and again and again.

 

* * * *

Oh joy, another false drama.

 

* * * *

All creation is relative to those who witness it consciously.

 

* * * *

The hunger for this world, in that shedding of innocence, what was that like, anyway?

 

* * * *

I am whatever you think I am; you are whatever I think you are.

 

* * * *

Though you likely did not know it early on, this was why you and I came into existence.

 

* * * *

If you do not want, if you do not hunger, this moment, what will there be to fear or dread?

 

* * * *

We are all Academy Award-winning actors; some well-paid for it.

 

* * * *

… and suddenly … you were there ... and then there ... and then there ... and then there ...

 

* * * *

What can you want from this moment, that is not already but a memory.

 

* * * *

Try not to let life make you too hard; an awakened existence appreciates at least the whiff of innocence.

 

* * * *

The busywork of pride is ceaseless.

 

* * * *

There is no present; only selected perceptions of it, memories of it, ever streaming by.

 

* * * *

You have had so many things, and once you possessed them, how many still enticed you?

 

* * * *

If you ain't no body, be nothing.

 

* * * *

Rest assured, very likely nobody will notice but you.

 

* * * *

Yet another whacked out monkey.

 

* * * *

Seriously, what is better than a glass of water?

 

* * * *

This universe, and any others, are but motes in the abyss of eternal awareness.

 

* * * *

The entire human paradigm is nothing more than stories born of imagination.

 

* * * *

Whether or not the human species is worth saving, is entirely up to the human species.

 

* * * *

The only story you need to end, is your own.

 

* * * *

Where are you when the neuron matrix no longer ignites imagination?

 

* * * *

To know, to be known, what point?

 

* * * *

Nothing to do, and all day to do it.

 

* * * *

The ethical vision of the Hippocratic Oath has become propaganda for the almighty dollar.

 

* * * *

One does not need forever pretend something that is not real.

 

* * * *

It is all just make-believe.

 

* * * *

Nothing You need to do, no one You need to see, nothing You need to be.

 

* * * *

You were born without a story; what happened?

 

* * * *

How desperate are you, to wake up tomorrow?

 

* * * *

Death is just the end of all tomorrows.

 

* * * *

What did you really think you were going to do?

 

* * * *

Sometimes it takes a long time for two and two to equal four.

 

* * * *

Every life form has its own journey to the departure gate.

 

* * * *

The mind bound to eternity is unassailable.

 

* * * *

The ego you are always carrying, always promoting, always protecting, what is that imaginary impulse?

 

* * * *

Turn off the spigot of time.

 

* * * *

Let go everything; be the pure awareness you are.

 

* * * *

What need to justify your Self to anyone?

 

* * * *

Self absorbed.

 

* * * *

Unclench the monkey mind, die to the imaginary realm, from the frontal lobe to the brain stem.

 

* * * *

Just the way the monkey rolls.

 

* * * *

Peer out as the detached awareness, not the imagined persona.

 

* * * *

Despite all evidence to the contrary.

 

* * * *

Is your reality really what you think it is?

 

* * * *

So full, and still hungry.

 

* * * *

Zen, no zen, mind, no mind.

 

* * * *

Mind no mind no-mind.

 

* * * *

Very challenging in this world, not to let imagination run loose more often than you would like.

 

* * * *

The mind-body is a cloud in the sky of awareness.

 

* * * *

Die to the world; be the skyness.

 

* * * *

A loose cannon in the wind.

 

* * * *

Death is just not waking up again.

 

* * * *

We all create and endure different universes; none more or less real than any other.

 

* * * *

Pearls for all.

 

* * * *

Do you offer sweets to the gas tank, the way you do your tongue?

 

* * * *

Life is surely the most deadly dis-ease.

 

* * * *

You must disengage your inner dialogue, your inner chatter, to be the awareness you are.

 

* * * *

No full story – his, hers, ours, theirs, its – can ever be known.

 

* * * *

Existence is an ever-streaming political continuum between your imaginary self and your illusory world.

 

* * * *

Only in the great detachment of pure awareness can you be free.

 

* * * *

Look at a rock, and watch it change every kaleidoscoping moment.

 

* * * *

Mastery of anything is a dubious claim.

 

* * * *

What is any life form’s evolution, but one of mutation and migration.

 

* * * *

Self-pity, what a waste of awareness, what a waste of the moment.

 

* * * *

Own the awareness You are.

 

* * * *

Who else but a scholar addicted to symposium fare is even going to think about reading this babble?

 

* * * *

Understanding irony and paradox, and having a talent for it, is on every philosopher's resume.

 

* * * *

Understanding irony and paradox, and having a talent for it, is on every philosopher's resume.

 

* * * *

Take in the moment, and all its sensory readings, as you would a gourmet meal.

 

* * * *

What an illusion you are.

 

* * * *

Surely life is far more than a collection of shiny things.

 

* * * *

Alone, be.

 

* * * *

Is there anyone who does not want to know how the story ends?

 

* * * *

Better to be rich? Or live rich? You decide.

 

* * * *

Keep your strategy close, and your tactics closer.

 

* * * *

There you go again, chasing your face.

 

* * * *

Positive negation or negative negation, you decide.

 

* * * *

Can't have it both ways at the same time.

 

* * * *

Be cautious about taking metaphors literally.

 

* * * *

Best not take it too personal.

 

* * * *

Maybe tomorrow.

 

* * * *

Imagination is a prison with quantum bars.

 

* * * *

Any means of exchange only has the value those who use it agree upon.

 

* * * *

And air, do not forget the air, we are all bottom feeders in that ocean.

 

* * * *

Quantum matrix, quantum illusion.

 

* * * *

Dude, where’s your imagination?

 

* * * *

An egalitarian mindset requires a free, classless, uncensored, unrestricted, sharing nature.

 

* * * *

Imagination is on the docket of its own creation.

 

* * * *

How can you be considered a traitor to any tribal mindset you never asked to join?

 

* * * *

How confining all human concoctions.

 

* * * *

Another thing, another facet, another version, long overdue.

 

* * * *

The politics of dealing with followers, why would you do that to your Self?

 

* * * *

All purpose, all meaning, are but contrivances of imagination.

 

* * * *

Tabula rasa knows no bounds.

 

* * * *

A dull sword needs no scabbard; a frayed string, no bow; a cracked shield, no bearer.

 

* * * *

Don’t get all cocky; you aren’t that much bigger than a gnat.

 

* * * *

And so begins another day of dancing-slogging through dreamtime.

 

* * * *

Your mind is moving, not the flag in the wind.

 

* * * *

To be content is to walk a pathless path.

 

* * * *

The word is only sound given concept, and no sound can more than echo through the expanses of eternity.

 

* * * *

How content the rock, to let you rush by.

 

* * * *

The quick to anger is always at risk; the slow to anger walks many camps.

 

* * * *

No matter how rationally it is reasoned, this mystery makes no sense, whatsoever.

 

* * * *

What an illusion, what a delusion.

 

* * * *

What can you tell the sage, that s/he has not already done, seen done, or thought about doing?

 

* * * *

Life, a fatal disease.

 

* * * *

Is there any story that has not been told times beyond counting?

 

* * * *

To be content with merely the inhale and exhale of air is as free as it gets.

 

* * * *

A lungful of air makes the world go round.

 

* * * *

It is the concept of god that needs changing.

 

* * * *

Death-defying odds have likely ends, in one sooner or later or another.

 

* * * *

Polish that mirror until all you see is you.

 

* * * *

Yet another unfortunate habit.

 

* * * *

The mind can be an upper, the mind can be a downer, consciousness plays any venue.

 

* * * *

Might be a good idea to never open that door again.

 

* * * *

Physics is only as cracked up as it can be.

 

* * * *

Illusion inspires delusion.

 

* * * *

The entire human paradigm is, the from beginning to end, an imaginary state.

 

* * * *

Consciousness, imagination, is the quantum fusion of memory.

 

* * * *

An old-school-new-school blend.

 

* * * *

A simple breath is the lowest common denominator.

 

* * * *

The river will reach the sea without a paddle.

 

* * * *

The sage does not sit in his own muck.

 

* * * *

All that thinking, where has it gotten you?

 

* * * *

To join in, or not to join in, that is the question.

 

* * * *

Imagination is about the becoming mind; awareness, the being mind.

 

* * * *

Odds are, the more you have invested in space and time, the harder the slog to the moment.

 

* * * *

To sit upon a throne is a burden, sages do not seek.

 

* * * *

To be truly detached, well, that's not as easy as you might think.

 

* * * *

How much is enough, how much is too much, only the wise can discern.

 

* * * *

The occasional hardship builds and sharpens gumption and grit.

 

* * * *

Dare to stop.

 

* * * *

Is that what really happened, or just what you think really happened?

 

* * * *

Studying anything and everything unveils the relativity of imagination.

 

* * * *

In dealing with the health care system, the first thing is to survive the health care system.

 

* * * *

You're not the first, you won't be the last.

 

* * * *

The chosen few always find their way to the choiceless.

 

* * * *

You cannot mop up dust in the floor board.

 

* * * *

Who can sleep in more than one bed at a time?

 

* * * *

Savor the moment, savor the awareness, savor the eternal, You truly are.

 

* * * *

Know where your priorities lie.

 

* * * *

Every moment, the same awareness, the same eternity.

 

* * * *

The rock is content to wash away slowly in the stream’s seasons.

 

* * * *

You are the unknown, known.

 

* * * *

Toy with Mother Nature, and she will toy back in her own good timeless.

 

* * * *

Not all prisons have bars.

 

* * * *

Be mindful the ground upon which you tread.

 

* * * *

Doubt is the key to eternity.

 

* * * *

We are all just beginners here.

 

* * * *

Say what you will, the rock will not stir.

 

* * * *

What conflict does not inflict harm in one form or another?

 

* * * *

That’s surely enough.

 

* * * *

Wisdom is the distillation of experience; the young who do not give it ear, travel a precarious path.

 

* * * *

Toast the mighty, else they may well trim your head.

 

* * * *

Creation and destruction are indivisible; one is not without the other.

 

* * * *

Pretense only fools other pretenders.

 

* * * *

Another day in the space and time born of the quantum mind.

 

* * * *

Embrace the absurdity with a nod and a wink, and wry wit, if you can.

 

* * * *

Good and evil are the stillborn of duality.

 

* * * *

Imagination must tame itself, if it wishes to survive for any length of time.

 

* * * *

Great wealth is an affliction only the foolish envy.

 

* * * *

What more could you have done, really?

 

* * * *

Temper your arrogance, with at least a dollop of humility, every now and again.

 

* * * *

You are stardust come unto life.

 

* * * *

Awareness must remain eternally diligent if it is determined to reign.

 

* * * *

Total freedom takes some real letting go.

 

* * * *

Stop taking it personally.

 

* * * *

Can the powerful, the wealthy, the famous, ever be truly content?

 

* * * *

Is there anything that has not been trammeled by one herd or another?

 

* * * *

You think you have arrived somewhere?

 

* * * *

What would be the point? What would be the meaning?

 

* * * *

 You are part of eternity every moment.

 

* * * *

All waves, all destinies, are anonymous ripples, upon the sands of time.

 

* * * *

Yes is not no, and maybe, neither.

 

* * * *

What speck of dust is superior to any other?

 

* * * *

To embrace creation is to accept the inevitability of destruction.

 

* * * *

How much clearer can it be said?

 

* * * *

Doubt until the doubting is done.

 

* * * *

Say what you please, say what you must, until its wind subsides.

 

* * * *

Existence is the creator of all koans.

 

* * * *

The difference between any me and you, is but a state of relative perception.

 

* * * *

What choice can choicelessness offer?

 

* * * *

Together, alone.

 

* * * *

Persevere for as long as you please, and then do not look back.

 

* * * *

You are creator and creation.

 

* * * *

All the stories you have gleaned, all that you have imagined, die when you do.

 

* * * *

Douse the fire of doubt by doubting more.

 

* * * *

As needed.

 

* * * *

The straight-jacket falls away when the effort ceases.

 

* * * *

A slow amble will get you to eternity as fast as any dash.

 

* * * *

One does not aspire to eternity through time.

 

* * * *

It is enough that you have shared, what it is you have, to share.

 

* * * *

Awakening was what the mind is designed to achieve.

 

* * * *

How confining all human concoctions; tabula rasa knows no bounds.

 

* * * *

Mind is the timekeeper until the clock strikes eternity.

 

* * * *

What is money to contentment?

 

* * * *

To intelligence, to wisdom, to compassion, to serenity, to mystery, bow.

 

* * * *

Maintain your sovereignty, whether under siege, or at the trebuchet outside the walls.

 

* * * *

What will be your last flickering thought?

 

* * * *

Make whatever decisions need to be made, with true heart and sure mind.

 

* * * *

Everything you have ever done, ever conceived, ever naturally selected, has unfurled this moment.

 

* * * *

What inspired this great doubt?

 

* * * *

Seeds rise up in the ground of natural selection.

 

* * * *

All creatures small to great are co-creators in this mirage of quantum design.

 

* * * *

This entire work is imagination’s desperation to not be undone: Viva la Révolution!

 

* * * *

Things change; adapt or suffer the consequences.

 

* * * *

At least a modicum of vanity, a smidgeon of selfishness, are necessary attributes in this earthly realm.

 

* * * *

You can only know what you are saying; never what anyone is hearing.

 

* * * *

Doubt everything but your Self.

 

* * * *

To winners go all; to losers, the rest.

 

* * * *

Is there any taste that cannot be acquired?

 

* * * *

How challenging for intelligence to survive the sea of ignorance.

 

* * * *

Please your Self.

 

* * * *

Discern the deep space in your mind.

 

* * * *

Being a stickler for any dogma, creates some acquaintances, ends others.

 

* * * *

If lightning is flashing in the forebrain, then imagination is running amok, and you are not your Self.

 

* * * *

The pitter-patter of details is the drone of hell.

 

* * * *

Dance with your Self.

 

* * * *

No one asked to be here, but anyone can sure decide to leave.

 

* * * *

A mind lost in the web of trivial pursuit, is a mind missing out on eternity.

 

* * * *

The descent into chaos.

 

* * * *

Unclench the hand, unclench the mind.

 

* * * *

Always ironic how revolts against tyranny only change the seating arrangement.

 

* * * *

We are all the same matrix of awareness; more real than any video game can ever be.

 

* * * *

Yet another rehash.

 

* * * *

Way, way, way too late.

 

* * * *

Any story is only as real as you believe in it, including your own.

 

* * * *

Awareness is the matrix.

 

* * * *

Try to resist the fantasies that inspire harm upon others; imagining it is surely enough.

 

* * * *

You are the pretender, imagination, imagining itself real; imagination, imagining its cosmos real.

 

* * * *

To be unmoored from this play, this world, this cosmos, what an esoteric fate.

 

* * * *

A curious mind is a mind occupied by imagination.

 

* * * *

It is all illusion, and so are you.

 

* * * *

A paycheck is one of the standard ways to learn to endure bullshit.

 

* * * *

Whatever you think any other is thinking, is what they are thinking, until they let you know otherwise.

 

* * * *

Achieving serenity is really, just a matter of simple, conscious breathing.

 

* * * *

The garden has always been there; in all our pride and greed, we just stopped seeing it.

 

* * * *

Back to basics.

 

* * * *

When will you see your last sunset?

 

* * * *

Imagination, the pretender, is always ready to swoop into the inattentive mind.

 

* * * *

Some things you just need to finish and move on.

 

* * * *

Look at all you possess, and wonder how much of it you will ever use or peruse again.

 

* * * *

Somebody else can have that record.

 

* * * *

What will happen to space and time when the sun consumes the world?

 

* * * *

New and improved, old and improved, what’s to be improved?

 

* * * *

The unreal can never more than pretend-play real.

 

* * * *

The unreal can never more than play real, with a hearty helping of make-believe.

 

* * * *

This world, this cosmos, this mystery, was made for you.

 

* * * *

You are no more your mind-body than any other life form is its.

 

* * * *

When you die, so does your world, your universe, and everything you imagine, including your god(s).

 

* * * *

Consciousness is in the present, but can never be fully present.

 

* * * *

Your world, your cosmos, exists every moment you imagine it.

 

* * * *

My mystery is your mystery is our mystery is the one and only mystery.

 

* * * *

It is a teacher’s job to inspire the love of learning.

 

* * * *

Exploring a different way of looking at existence is a rare feat.

 

* * * *

You cannot learn what you do not give at least a smidgeon of attention.

 

* * * *

Interfere with commerce at your peril.

 

* * * *

It is a mystery no one can solve, a mystery no one can solve.

 

* * * *

Through two eyes, one sees.

 

* * * *

Awareness is the beginning of all ends, the end of all beginnings.

 

* * * *

Awaken to the truth you truly are.

 

* * * *

Savor the moment; it will never happen again.

 

* * * *

If you play it too safe, will you die wishing you had not?

 

* * * *

Gravity is the chief agency of transformation.

 

* * * *

Prior to creation, prior to destruction, you are.

 

* * * *

They are all false gods.

 

* * * *

It is not always some grand conspiracy.

 

* * * *

It is okay to be Self-ish.

 

* * * *

Be as mindlessly vulnerable as a flower in the sun.

 

* * * *

Drugs, like Daniel Boone, can guide you into the wilderness of your being.

 

* * * *

Always check your work; nothing worse than finding out later, you left something undone.

 

* * * *

Analog clocks spin, digital clocks display, calendar pages turn; eternity never starts, never stops.

 

* * * *

Dang, no one around to see what a great shot that was.

 

* * * *

Do you really want to keep going down that road?

 

* * * *

To doubt, is to question every assumption, every value, every anything, every everything.

 

* * * *

It is whatever you imagine it to be; it is not whatever you imagine it to be.

 

* * * *

Never hurts to pause for a good, deep breath.

 

* * * *

Who knows what the fuck you were thinking?

 

* * * *

Group decisions are less about conspiracy, than they are mission statements put into action.

 

* * * *

What a lot of work you make for yourself.

 

* * * *

Another day in purgatory spreads its wings.

 

* * * *

Be the sky.

 

* * * *

Being cautious does not necessarily mean you are paranoid.

 

* * * *

Sometimes you go matrix, sometimes, whore to imagination, no big deal, it all passes the same.

 

* * * *

One group’s mission statement is often another’s conspiracy.

 

* * * *

What other can convince you anything less?

 

* * * *

You use whatever you got to survive, perhaps thrive.

 

* * * *

No point getting stressed about things no one else even imagines.

 

* * * *

The rabbit’s hole, the rabbit’s web.

 

* * * *

It’s not like you don’t know what’s under there.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

Give it your best shot.

 

* * * *

You are sovereign of your world, your cosmos, your domain, your dream, your Self.

 

* * * *

Puffy, puffy-plus, puffy-plus-plus, puffy-too-scary-plus.

 

* * * *

You have to do it someday; why not today?

 

* * * *

Be warned: There is a lot to bite in to, in this little theme park of a philosophical nature.

 

* * * *

What kind of demented brain pattern came up with that one?

 

* * * *

It is not a new age; it is the new ageless.

 

* * * *

How will you waste your moment today?

 

* * * *

The difference between me and you, is a quantum thing.

 

* * * *

Duality is a concept long past its prime.

 

* * * *

Change is the lie of illusion.

 

* * * *

History is recorded, history is erased, eternity is everlasting.

 

* * * *

Whatever you are thinking about, whatever you are looking for, is in here somewhere.

 

* * * *

How can you change your fate into what it already is?

 

* * * *

Detach from self-imagery.

 

* * * *

To be a lab rat, or not to be a lab rat, that is the question.

 

* * * *

Just another day of watching the tide of humankind ebb and flow.

 

* * * *

Be what cannot be known

 

* * * *

Eternity is awareness, eternity is the moment, as small as it is large.

 

* * * *

Is that not predictable enough without paying out treasure to do a study?

 

* * * *

The prophet’s hat blows across the sands of time and space, looking for heads that match.

 

* * * *

Well on our way in the decline and fall.

 

* * * *

My mystery is much greater than your God, because my mystery includes you.

 

* * * *

In the genetic lottery, everyone's a winner, everyone's a loser.

 

* * * *

Something to do with quantum mechanics.

 

* * * *

Amuse your Self.

 

* * * *

Where are you in the spectrum of love and hate?

 

* * * *

It will still be there tomorrow, if you do not take care of it today.

 

* * * *

How much compassion can you afford?

 

* * * *

When is anything really off the table?

 

* * * *

This is an opus to That, to which this fate was called.

 

* * * *

How many moments have been left unattended because of bad breathing?

 

* * * *

How long would a moment be, had it a handle to which time might latch?

 

* * * *

Love certainly inspires happy endorphins.

 

* * * *

Set down your world, untether your mind-body.

 

* * * *

How blessed, those who know no different; who endure their lot, without discontent.

 

* * * *

I, Quantum … You, Quantum … He, Quantum … She, Quantum … Us, Quantum … All, Quantum.

 

* * * *

Where the fuck is the rewind button!?

 

* * * *

So many things you might have done differently, were there a rewind button.

 

* * * *

This is the first and only moment, for everything, and nothing.

 

* * * *

Wander in the not-knowingness.

 

* * * *

The filament of awareness, is the eternal me, my Self, and I; anything less is delusion.

 

* * * *

The theatre plays it however you script it in your imaginary way.

 

* * * *

It is all like it never happened, as soon as it happens.

 

* * * *

Yet another hypocritical piece of work.

 

* * * *

No matter how fast or slow it seems, it will always be right now.

 

* * * *

The answer is, there is no answer.

 

* * * *

What are endings but outcomes of beginnings.

 

* * * *

Be a harbor to doubt.

 

* * * *

The ever-present more is an imaginary creature.

 

* * * *

No one can be forced to think for themselves.

 

* * * *

Identity is but the cloak of imagination.

 

* * * *

What are the odds that anyone will wake up to a larger view? is a question for which there is no knowing.

 

* * * *

Why would anyone even want to live forever in a decrepit old body?

 

* * * *

Doubt until the doubting's done.

 

* * * *

Eternal life is forgetting everything, even that perceived but a moment ago.

 

* * * *

Humankind is a tribal species; standing alone has its consequences.

 

* * * *

Weave no trail.

 

* * * *

Driving by a playground, one wonders what world those children will endure.

 

* * * *

Never hesitate to wander far from the sheeples scrum.

 

* * * *

Domestication weakens, damages, undermines, dilutes, thins, destabilizes, the Darwinian instinct.

 

* * * *

Holodeck, holoworld, holocosmos, holomystery.

 

* * * *

A large frame of reference may or may not save you from yourself.

 

* * * *

Let the knowing evaporate into nothingness.

 

* * * *

Do not allow your Self to fall victim to another’s fear of the unknown.

 

* * * *

It will all pass one now or another.

 

* * * *

How can you lose what you never possessed; how can you lose what was only imagined?

 

* * * *

Just pointing out the obvious, man.

 

* * * *

Even the greatest pharaoh has only so many breaths.

 

* * * *

You imagine every variety of possibility, and have no certainty of any.

 

* * * *

All perspectives in time and space are relative to the point from which they are perceived.

 

* * * *

A life of reflection is not for all; more are required to churn the world that makes it possible.

 

* * * *

Moderation, frugality, and an aptitude for simplicity, make for serene living.

 

* * * *

Every life form has its universe, but only human beings weave it into absurdity.

 

* * * *

Please some deity, please your Self, same thing.

 

* * * *

Any translation is a function of the translator’s frame of reference.

 

* * * *

Everyone is born with who-knows-what potential; destined eventually to lose it all.

 

* * * *

Some things, just have to be boots-on-the-ground, eyes-on.

 

* * * *

Numbers do not lie; only those who weave them.

 

* * * *

It is amazing what suffering all life will endure to continue.

 

* * * *

It is okay not to want it all.

 

* * * *

The matrix is an ocean with its life above ground.

 

* * * *

Death, life’s cure.

 

* * * *

Death, the final cure.

 

* * * *

Death, the cure for life.

 

* * * *

Some days are getting-things-done days; some days are process days; most are a blend.

 

* * * *

If you believe that framed piece of paper on the wall really matters, think again.

 

* * * *

Does it really matter as much as you imagine it matters?

 

* * * *

All that sourness of stress and dread and fear, opens the door for every variety of imaginary notion.

 

* * * *

Everything lies upon the spectrum of its imagined classification.

 

* * * *

The awareness ever still; the quantum matrix ever kaleidoscoping.

 

* * * *

Pride lurks in all thought.

 

* * * *

Madness amok.

 

* * * *

Paradox or irony; chicken or egg.

 

* * * *

Truth is very straight-forward, if you are straight-forward.

 

* * * *

The effort is in the tussle between awareness and imagination, and the mind’s attachment to the latter.

 

* * * *

Every moment, your frame of reference expands.

 

* * * *

What is a tattoo but a splotch of ink, often making aging flesh even less attractive.

 

* * * *

Irritate the powers that be at your peril.

 

* * * *

Sometimes things ring true, sometimes they do not; you are the discerner.

 

* * * *

What strange habits of thinking the mind can weave into.

 

* * * *

Well, that was badly done.

 

* * * *

A mind bent on cruelty has no shortage of means.

 

* * * *

Christians, the first to judge, the last to forgive.

 

* * * *

Is it, hold your breath, clench your mind, or clench your mind, hold your breath?

 

* * * *

What lies will truth be spun as this day?

 

* * * *

The dystopian future likely includes a lot of feral rat-dogs packs.

 

* * * *

Always a good idea to check your addressee and message before you click the send button.

 

* * * *

So, is Jesus coming back as he was, or will daddy get to rape another virgin?

 

* * * *

The future, imagined, is the past projected.

 

* * * *

Realign with nature, or go extinct; very simple.

 

* * * *

Hey there, Monkey Breath.

 

* * * *

A blob by any other name would be the same.

 

* * * *

Unknown looking forward, fate looking back.

 

* * * *

Quit your whining, get back on your horse; there are many far worse fates, guaranteed.

 

* * * *

Every culture has its frame of reference.

 

* * * *

If you must be saved, let it be from absurdity.

 

* * * *

Still looking for that miracle cure?

 

* * * *

It only seemed like serendipity in the moment you happened into it.

 

* * * *

If there is a god, then surely it includes You.

 

* * * *

Death, the cure for all that ails ya.

 

* * * *

What goes up must come down, if gravity and time and illusion have any say about it.

 

* * * *

Freedom is your birthright.

 

* * * *

The world offers every distraction for those minds seeking distraction.

 

* * * *

Why would any deity worth its salt favor any form?

 

* * * *

You need not be the smartest guy in the room to have wit enough.

 

* * * *

Do people really believe their forever-after propaganda? Well, yeah.

 

* * * *

What never began can never end.

 

* * * *

A quiet mind is an eternal mind.

 

* * * *

Imagination is an ever-churning hydra; the awareness, the eternal moment, is, without name.

 

* * * *

Awareness is here and gone before you know it.

 

* * * *

Tribalism is the boon and bane of the human paradigm.

 

* * * *

Living an effortless life is easier said than done.

 

* * * *

So full, I'm empty.

 

* * * *

Who-less, what-less, where-less, when-less, why-less, how-less, You are.

 

* * * *

What a bother it is to care.

 

* * * *

In every moment, a choice.

 

* * * *

Civilization only cloaks the Darwinian reality with pretense and obfuscation.

 

* * * *

Another unsolvable mystery, another unanswerable question, yawn.

 

* * * *

Who could have seen that one coming?

 

* * * *

The push-pull of vanity-humility are akin to a drunk weaving down a razor’s edge.

 

* * * *

The past is awaiting your arrival.

 

* * * *

Where there is neither beginning nor ending, You are; as immeasurable as only the moment can be.

 

* * * *

You believe there is individuality in awareness? Show me.

 

* * * *

 Death is awaiting your arrival.

 

* * * *

Your world, your universe, is nothing more than an imaginary dream; poof-gone as soon as you are.

 

* * * *

Dystopian fiction no more; horror and absurdity reign.

 

* * * *

Lost in time, lost in mind.

 

* * * *

All aboard for the ride to eternity, and perhaps bliss, if you have doubt enough.

 

* * * *

A car is a gun with four wheels.

 

* * * *

Streaming into the future with the eyes of the past.

 

* * * *

The future is the streaming past.

 

* * * *

Back to the future, back to the past.

 

* * * *

Existence is a dubious assumption.

 

* * * *

You are your own storyteller.

 

* * * *

Memories are but the ghosts of imagination.

 

* * * *

Another moment that never happened.

 

* * * *

Futility and absurdity are today's top descriptors of the human condition.

 

* * * *

So many heads in the sand.

 

* * * *

Getting in touchless with the awareness is the key.

 

* * * *

Anything can be rationalized.

 

* * * *

Only imagination cares.

 

* * * *

In the eyes of fate, there are no accidents.

 

* * * *

Survive the first day in the jungle, and you might even wake up to a second one.

 

* * * *

What concern does the sky have for the antics of clouds?

 

* * * *

And your point is?

 

* * * *

All destinies, all fates, all kismets, all fortunes, all lots, all providences, are the poof of imagination.

 

* * * *

There is no way to make it less absurd.

 

* * * *

Be aimless, be true.

 

* * * *

All assumptions are doubt-worthy.

 

* * * *

Giving it no mind can be very challenging without full attention on the task at hand.

 

* * * *

What are you trying to prove, to justify, to realize, with your brief little window of a dream?

 

* * * *

Back to the present.

 

* * * *

Plant the seeds of doubt wherever there is fertile ground.

 

* * * *

The world, the universe, the matrix, the illusion, is in your head every moment you let it in.

 

* * * *

Some things are not easily unseen, not easily unforgotten.

 

* * * *

Set aside all your assumptions, and what is left?

 

* * * *

How can there be a future if you only see it through the past?

 

* * * *

You are the highest power; assume nothing less.

 

* * * *

Do not allow vanity, disguised as humility, make you anything less, than the all You are.

 

* * * *

No matter how far or fast you journey, the past is always there waiting for you.

 

* * * *

Fate takes on all comers.

 

* * * *

The price of doing business is the gambler’s gambol.

 

* * * *

And the point of a blank wall knowing all about a blank wall?

 

* * * *

Some dreams intersect and stream, in parallel fashion, far more coherently than others.

 

* * * *

History is the propaganda of imagination, designed to control the dream of time.

 

* * * *

It is a game that vanity plays, and imagination is its driver.

 

* * * *

Conclusions about truth are imagination’s playground.

 

* * * *

It is less about what you do, than the awareness with which you do it.

 

* * * *

Awakening to a larger view is not a choice.

 

* * * *

That wasn’t so bad, was it?

 

* * * *

What is the root of sorrow but unfulfilled expectations.

 

* * * *

To really, truly, to the core, not care what any other thinks of you, is a freedom that cannot be imagined.

 

* * * *

We are all just human here; try not to make more of it than it is.

 

* * * *

Death is just a good night's sleep.

 

* * * *

The perfect crime is the one no one ever knows even happened.

 

* * * *

Are you the same player, alone, as the character, the façade, the impersonator, you pose to the world?

 

* * * *

Making the world a better place? For who?

 

* * * *

Death is finally the good night's sleep, you only occasionally enjoyed during the waking life.

 

* * * *

Right relationship with nature is the key to survival.

 

* * * *

You will never know.

 

* * * *

Be quantum, one moment at a time.

 

* * * *

Humankind slimed its way to the treetops, and then out into the plains, and across the world.

 

* * * *

Well, that warn't funny.

 

* * * *

A blank wall, solving a blank wall, very koan-ish.

 

* * * *

What are You but the universal mind, dreaming the quantum illusion real.

 

* * * *

Ruling bodies are reflections of the cultures from which they blossom.

 

* * * *

However you do the math, 42 is the answer, man.

 

* * * *

Imagination, imagination, it is all nothing more than imagination.

 

* * * *

Vanity and greed have no trouble ignoring rationality and equitability.

 

* * * *

For god’s sake, the tree is practically down to the stump; the Titanic had a better chance of surviving.

 

* * * *

Right purpose, wrong purpose, why have any purpose at all?

 

* * * *

How can all the yesterdays and todays and tomorrows not be the same indivisible moment?

 

* * * *

It is a weak and vain god that requires you to believe in it.

 

* * * *

The trick is not to get anyone so upset they want to chop off your head or burn you to death.

 

* * * *

To be bored is boring.

 

* * * *

Do you really believe that piece of paper hanging on your office wall?

 

* * * *

Another day in the food-body delusion.

 

* * * *

“Show me,” declared the man from Missouri.

 

* * * *

The proof is in the pudding.

 

* * * *

What discipline, what will, it takes, to not give in to the narcissistic-hedonistic gene that rules our kind.

 

* * * *

A teacher cannot teach what a student will not learn.

 

* * * *

All villains die, all guilty die, all heroes die, all innocents die; not necessarily in that order.

 

* * * *

Thar blows another one, matey.

 

* * * *

Ethics is what the minions pontificate, well away from any throne.

 

* * * *

Any metaphor is only a metaphor.

 

* * * *

Traditions come, traditions go, depending on the attachment of the young.

 

* * * *

To the last drop.

 

* * * *

You are nothing more than a flesh-wrapped blob.

 

* * * *

To survive, you must endure whatever fate has in store; rest assured, it will not end well.

 

* * * *

Yet another new testament destined to be ignored and forgotten.

 

* * * *

You bought that bridge a long time ago.

 

* * * *

How can you see this, and still be bound by geography or tribe or dogma or any illusion?

 

* * * *

Lost in space, found in space.

 

* * * *

Anticipation is one of those states of mind, that can drag the time-bound mind every whichaway but now.

 

* * * *

Boredom is boring.

 

* * * *

It is all just sensation, man.

 

* * * *

You are the mystery, nothing to get all vain about, everything else is, too.

 

* * * *

It is your demon; no need to make it everyone else's.

 

* * * *

Gifts from strangers are priceless.

 

* * * *

All differences are born of vain notion.

 

* * * *

What a hold imagination has upon our kind.

 

* * * *

Nice segue.

 

* * * *

It is in the moment through which space and time are traveled.

 

* * * *

Too hot, too cold, feeling Goldilocks today, eh?

 

* * * *

The extinction of humankind will be nothing more than the end of gossip.

 

* * * *

Endless machinations make for endless false drama.

 

* * * *

Discern that every moment is a simultaneous act of creation and destruction.

 

* * * *

Another lost tribe, both literally and figuratively.

 

* * * *

A lie is a lie, no matter how bold the face.

 

* * * *

Biological make-believe.

 

* * * *

If such an unlikely thing ever came to pass.

 

* * * *

Suppose on Judgment Day, your God has you judge yourself; how will you plea?

 

* * * *

It is your mystery, and you will consume it as the algorithm deigns.

 

* * * *

A frank assessment.

 

* * * *

Pure consciousness is the pure, timeless awareness of the given moment.

 

* * * *

Another point of consciousness, lost in space.

 

* * * *

Bored is, as bored does.

 

* * * *

Doubt morphs into a double edge, when it begins to doubt its Self.

 

* * * *

Any excuse, any distraction, will only put off just doing it.

 

* * * *

You are imagination’s puppet.

 

* * * *

And your point, again?

 

* * * *

You have a whole world, a whole universe; what need for make-believe?

 

* * * *

You play it as your fate ordains you play it.

 

* * * *

Get lost in eternity.

 

* * * *

Give it a break, at least once in a while.

 

* * * *

What geeks hath wrought, not even the gods could put back together again.

 

* * * *

Breathe in the nothingness, breathe out the nothingness.

 

* * * *

Fate is only in the minds of the living.

 

* * * *

Makes no sense, whatsoever, unless you are the tribeless irony-paradox sort.

 

* * * *

Must have made sense back then, but it sure does not now.

 

* * * *

Something happened; who knows how when ago.

 

* * * *

History is the distillation of current events, and the story teller’s frame of reference, and intention.

 

* * * *

Yes, even that was predictable; just as fated as everything else you have ever said and done.

 

* * * *

Jesus-fucking-Christ, how the fuck did that happen!?

 

* * * *

Necessity has a way of finding solutions.

 

* * * *

Gravity is the final arbiter, and then only for as long as it holds together.

 

* * * *

There are no wasted moments, because the moment does not exist to be wasted.

 

* * * *

Well, that sure was not too smart.

 

* * * *

Only the rare few willingly look at anything that does not suit their frame of reference.

 

* * * *

Whatever these thoughts inspire you to do, or undo, or not do, so be it in the great so it goes.

 

* * * *

Peace is a state of mind.

 

* * * *

Ethics is really about domestication.

 

* * * *

The young look ahead; the old, behind.

 

* * * *

To aspire to greatness in the eyes of fools, what need have you for that?

 

* * * *

Thar she blows!

 

* * * *

You have an entire world, an entire universe, beyond comprehension, and you settle for make-believe?

 

* * * *

This revolution is intangibly serene, and requires neither declaration nor demonstration.

 

* * * *

What belief system is required to be your Self?

 

* * * *

Death is just the release from all the absurdities of existence; it is the dying that is the hard part.

 

* * * *

Might makes right, and vanity’s measures make might.

 

* * * *

Putting into words that which words can never more than resonate.

 

* * * *

Is truth irrational opinion, or rational fact?

 

* * * *

The house duality built.

 

* * * *

A matter of fact.

 

* * * *

An esoteric muddle, indeed.

 

* * * *

Lead with a breath, not a thought.

 

* * * *

Options are always a good thing to have at your disposal.

 

* * * *

It is more than rather pathetic.

 

* * * *

Not easy to be detached in a mind-body hardwired to make it all, take it all, personal.

 

* * * *

Why is it always the last place you look?

 

* * * *

Just breathe, sleep will happen, wake will happen, or not.

 

* * * *

Wired to believe.

 

* * * *

A harbor of conceit.

 

* * * *

You are what you eat, and what is not consumed, moves on to other adventures.

 

* * * *

Speak truth to power at your peril.

 

* * * *

Vanity’s dust ball.

 

* * * *

To fear, to dread, to loathe, to hate, your creation, can make for a challenging existence.

 

* * * *

Make it a reality, if you can.

 

* * * *

A good stretch rivals any orgasm.

 

* * * *

Darwin rules, always has, always will.

 

* * * *

Moderation is always a good ride-along.

 

* * * *

Ride the razor's edge however the moment dictates.

 

* * * *

How much more do you need? Feel free to douse the light anytime.

 

* * * *

Hell is in the details; enjoy the coals.

 

* * * *

Self is all, You are it, it is You, there is no other.

 

* * * *

So, you think you know something, eh?

 

* * * *

Extinction is the norm; breed or perish, you decide.

 

* * * *

For a time that will never come.

 

* * * *

Dissolve into the moment.

 

* * * *

Nobody will really care as much as you, trust me.

 

* * * *

Disappear into eternity; continuity is illusion.

 

* * * *

Enlightenment is just a different way of seeing; liberation is making it the go-to.

 

* * * *

How insane, how inane, it will get, is anybody’s guess.

 

* * * *

Stardust come to life; imbued with the mystery of awareness, in one and all.

 

* * * *

Practice obliviating; cultivate and harvest oblivion.

 

* * * *

You may well be addicted to your tension, to all the post-traumatic stress you have endured.

 

* * * *

It is what we are, and will always be.

 

* * * *

The harbinger has come and gone.

 

* * * *

To see the mystery, you must be the mystery.

 

* * * *

Are You your unborn-undying? Take a breath, be here now.

 

* * * *

The past is unfolding before your eyes.

 

* * * *

The natural, relaxed, fluid mind, is without pause; the rigid, arduous, stilted mind, a nest of thorns.

 

* * * *

Want not, dread not.

 

* * * *

Your grave yawns before you.

 

* * * *

Hold nothing in your mind, as you would a dove in your hand.

 

* * * *

No need to be hyper-aware; moderation is always a good ride-along.

 

* * * *

Give the air some quiet today.

 

* * * *

Who can guess what anyone will remember about you once you are recast as dust?

 

* * * *

Every moment, beginner, master, You are.

 

* * * *

Debt: Avoid it, eliminate it, or at least minimalize it, as much as possible.

 

* * * *

What better timeless than now?

 

* * * *

Of course, imagination imagines itself the most important thing in the universe.

 

* * * *

Get dusty.

 

* * * *

If all this had never happened, you would never know.

 

* * * *

Weave all this into a story? What would be the point?

 

* * * *

Each moment, another slice, another tidbit, of fate.

 

* * * *

You only know what memory colludes.

 

* * * *

Thank you, Jesus, thank you for another round of absurdity.

 

* * * *

You want humility? Get naked.

 

* * * *

We are what we eat, and what does not pass muster, is sent on its merry way, to algorithms unknown.

 

* * * *

Giving cockroaches a run for their crumbs.

 

* * * *

In how many ways will what-goes-up-must-come-down play out before it is over?

 

* * * *

It is the way we roll.

 

* * * *

Empaths see others as they are, the world as it is, no point judging.

 

* * * *

Anonymity is the best armor.

 

* * * *

Pay attention, or do not pay attention, it passes the same, ever the same moment.

 

* * * *

Relativity is an unsung art form.

 

* * * *

Time is a human invention based upon gravitational forces playing out between dust balls.

 

* * * *

Only in the awareness of the moment, is eternity present.

 

* * * *

How is it anyone who has not won an Oscar is allowed to criticize?

 

* * * *

The World v. Islam is very much a part of the future.

 

* * * *

All the lives, the theater of it all, and You, centerstage in every role.

 

* * * *

How is this play of consciousness any different than a supernova before it collapses upon itself?

 

* * * *

Eternity is tabula rasa; become eternity.

 

* * * *

The much we know, is truly so little.

 

* * * *

Imagine that.

 

* * * *

You will never have the answer to that illusion.

 

* * * *

Is real anything more than what you imagine it to be?

 

* * * *

The human paradigm has always been, will always be, a perpetual culture war.

 

* * * *

The bounds of time are many and not far between.

 

* * * *

Align the mind-body with eternity, or not, you choose.

 

* * * *

Imagine this work, a sand painting, waiting for the wind, or a broom.

 

* * * *

If it were an option, what would entice you to come back?

 

* * * *

Reject all claims that have vanity and greed at their root; imagination is not the source code.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

A mind full of knowledge, full of trivia, full of gossip, is not the eternal mind.

 

* * * *

And what can imagination ever know, really, but what it imagines?

 

* * * *

To expand one’s frame of reference to its infinite potential is a rare calling.

 

* * * *

Pure awareness is pure mind.

 

* * * *

The internet has magnified the other in all minds.

 

* * * *

Given a choice, it will likely be the most pleasurable, least painful one.

 

* * * *

That anyone can believe in make-believe their entire existence, is indeed a put-aside-childish-things issue.

 

* * * *

False humility will not get you nowhere.

 

* * * *

To give the mind-body completely over to the moment, is about as blissful as existence gets.

 

* * * *

An investment in truth does not necessarily generate much interest.

 

* * * *

Stay sharp, challenge adversity.

 

* * * *

There is no gold in truth, only in all the toll booths surrounding it.

 

* * * *

When gravity is not enough, space will have to do.

 

* * * *

The fluidity of the quantum matrix is not going anywhere.

 

* * * *

Being the smartest guy in the room has its pluses and minuses, including being left alone.

 

* * * *

When it comes to horror and absurdity, is there anything surprising anymore?

 

* * * *

You are not an idol worshipper, everyone else is.

 

* * * *

The universe is only as big as technology, and your mind, every moment, make it.

 

* * * *

Forget calling it God, call it the mystery it is.

 

* * * *

Be the awareness, be the moment, be the now, be the timeless, be the eternal; not the thought.

 

* * * *

Why would any god or gods make even cursory time for your ceaseless self-absorption?

 

* * * *

False idols, false ideals, make for unending absurdity.

 

* * * *

All possibilities should be open, when all possibilities are unknown.

 

* * * *

Imagination builds airy everything, that dissolve in the light of momentary awareness.

 

* * * *

Nothing like enthusiasm to take us to our limits.

 

* * * *

Life or death, every moment a decision.

 

* * * *

What is it about history, or any subject, for that matter, that draws certain minds to ponder?

 

* * * *

Another day; let the countdown continue.

 

* * * *

If you are prone to torturing your Self, stop.

 

* * * *

You have always been the same timeless awareness.

 

* * * *

This moment can be heaven, it can be purgatory, it can be hell, You decide.

 

* * * *

Do you find your fate, or it, you?

 

* * * *

There is nobody to follow, you must forge your own path, you must discover truth for your Self.

 

* * * *

You are good at creating worry and stress; can you create bliss?

 

* * * *

The joys of aging are without end.

 

* * * *

What plan, even the most thorough, does not require some adjustment?

 

* * * *

If you are prone to torturing your Self, stop.

 

* * * *

There is not some all-pervasive, all-powerful deity, at the helm, despite all propaganda to the contrary.

 

* * * *

You create great tension; can you create great bliss?

 

* * * *

Mammon has shaped human consciousness since the first barter.

 

* * * *

One’s spirit need not submit to mind-body pain and suffering.

 

* * * *

Are You, you, churning in the mundane, or are You, You, awareness, flowing in the moment.

 

* * * *

Some choices do not need to be repeated.

 

* * * *

Is it possible to live a life free of the pharaoh’s shadow?

 

* * * *

You are always that which is sought, but how often do you give it your full attention?

 

* * * *

Imagination does not easily give up its crown.

 

* * * *

Highly unlikely the human paradigm will ever transcend its predisposition towards magical thinking.

 

* * * *

Much easier to give credit to a guiding hand, than it is your Self.

 

* * * *

Nothing’s over until it is over, so best to always pay attention, always en garde.

 

* * * *

The art of dying is letting go.

 

* * * *

The cancer of consciousness is daily more apparent.

 

* * * *

Who can say whether or not your fate is not wired in the winds of nature-nurture from the get-go?

 

* * * *

Consciousness requires a platform, awareness does not.

 

* * * *

Magical thinking is the outcome of wishful thinking, and wishful thinking is fallacious pipe-dreaming.

 

* * * *

What is death but the end to absurdity and suffering, and all its horrors.

 

* * * *

How could it not be inevitable that Mother Nature would find a way to ride the wave of destruction.

 

* * * *

Earnest philosophers witness everything with equal dispassion; they are scientists of the highest order.

 

* * * *

Regarding the future, the kindest thing you could do for your children, is smother them in their sleep.

 

* * * *

Breathe in the moment, breathe out the moment.

 

* * * *

Covid-Nineteen it was just a taste; just wait until something even more deadly blows through.

 

I* * * *

A philosopher few ever heard of died today.

 

* * * *

Learn to manifest, to manipulate, your mind-body chemistry, with or without supporting players.

 

* * * *

Imagine it so.

 

* * * *

Imagining it so, generally does not make it so, without at least a modicum of elbow grease.

 

* * * *

Under what leaf will there be a tasty morsel, as you scavenge your day.

 

* * * *

To have a better world just is not in the gene pool.

 

* * * *

Will you see this, well you just did, silly.

 

* * * *

Always choose the best, the most interesting, alternative available.

 

* * * *

It is the little people in the middle who always pay the price for tribal thinking.

 

* * * *

So, what's the memo say this week?

 

* * * *

How did that get into the game?

 

* * * *

It can be a dangerous thing to be preoccupied while crossing a street.

 

* * * *

Can you imagine anyone ever really reading all this esoteric gobbledygook?

 

* * * *

The inattentive have a tendency to get sucker-punched in the here and there.

 

* * * *

Self-reflection can be a whip of its own if you let it; try to relax and enjoy the ride.

 

* * * *

You are the driverless driver.

 

* * * *

Awareness is the ground, and there is only one ground.

 

* * * *

Home is where all doubts have run their course, and the mind stills into its timeless beingness.

 

* * * *

The entire universe is a dust ball, too.

 

* * * *

Having no bounds is why You are chosen.

 

* * * *

No need to apologize for being your Self.

 

* * * *

The slavers promise you a slot in some heaven, after they have sucked you dry in their hell.

 

* * * *

Could it have been done any better if you had planned it?

 

* * * *

So, that's what post-traumatic stress is all about.

 

* * * *

The best teachers are lifetime learners, and appreciate people, both big and little, to at least some degree.

 

* * * *

We’re all just visitors here.

 

* * * *

How cannot you embrace the greatest vision; the one that includes you.

 

* * * *

Why have you never seen your own face; for the same reason no one else ever seen theirs.

 

* * * *

We vote with our dollar, we vote with our attention.

 

* * * *

Any given dreamtime requires some sort of platform for consciousness to play out its theater.

 

* * * *

So, where did that curiosity lead you this time?

 

* * * *

Call it Mystery, not God.

 

* * * *

Where is the maestro without the orchestra?

 

* * * *

Just another cult that calls itself a religion.

 

* * * *

Almost like you never did it, nor saw it, nor heard it, nor tasted it, nor smelled it, nor felt it.

 

* * * *

What fad has never become passé, trite, idiomatic, historical, perhaps metaphorical.

 

* * * *

One instant is no different than any other.

 

* * * *

Awareness is the moment, or at least as close as these quantum mind-bodies have access.

 

* * * *

You need not always give in to the hunger for more; the blade of discipline should not be too dull.

 

* * * *

Just another now.

 

* * * *

Who is not a storyteller, an historian in their own right?

 

* * * *

To see it for what it is, is the only sanity.

 

* * * *

History is indifferent to all the actors who have died under its watch.

 

* * * *

What did it take for the first sound, the first click, the first grunt, to evolve into this sentence?

 

* * * *

You are the awareness of eternity streaming through a quantum dream.

 

* * * *

The final solution to the blasphemy of the human paradigm is extinction.

 

* * * *

The chimp likes his grog.

 

* * * *

It is that spark of intelligence, of wit, in the eyes that draws me to you.

 

* * * *

What did it take for natural selection to get you all those neurons?

 

* * * *

To go with the process, wherever it leads, is to embrace your fate.

 

* * * *

Moving mind or still mind, the moment kaleidoscopes the same.

 

* * * *

The newborn sets off on a sunny, bright trail, and then life happens.

 

* * * *

Doubt everything.

 

* * * *

An awful lot of different worlds in this world, and as many universes.

 

* * * *

Do anything often enough, and it will inevitably become an algorithm, until its systemic end.

 

* * * *

In a nutshell, to see the eternal, you must be the eternal.

 

* * * *

Those good old daze, are now a haze, if they are remembered at all.

 

* * * *

To be afraid of your own creation, and to want anything more of it, how sad.

 

* * * *

What history teaches us is that human vanity and greed are without limit.

 

* * * *

Why would you embrace a god that does not include you?

 

* * * *

Surely, the mystery, the totality, is, without vanity or avarice.

 

* * * *

Be wary, pride-filled humility.

 

* * * *

The most simple truths can be the hardest ones to discern, much less accept.

 

* * * *

A more languid pace is a serenity of its own.

 

* * * *

All must give the blob they inhabit its due.

 

* * * *

An understanding, a concession, a surrender, to truth, is required; elsewise, absurdity.

 

* * * *

When you walk about, do you walk alone, or with your imaginary self?

 

* * * *

Oxygen deprivation is a gateway for imagination to play out its whimsies.

 

* * * *

Inattention to the breath, makes for inattention in all things imaginable.

 

* * * *

To think without thinking is the eternal no-mind’s way.

 

* * * *

Forget your own legend.

 

* * * *

A mind quick to passion is easily lost.

 

* * * *

The metaphorical wordscape will play out until the last mind departs.

 

* * * *

Be as nothing in the given moment.

 

* * * *

In what child can you predict their future?

 

* * * *

Have no law but what the moment naturally commands.

 

* * * *

All are muses.

 

* * * *

The streets are gold when everything is seen for the gold it is.

 

* * * *

Caps and t-shirts are a lot cheaper than tattoos.

 

* * * *

Only vanity would think otherwise.

 

* * * *

Imagination is a dagger that pierces through inattention.

 

* * * *

From fountain to urinal, it is all hydration migration.

 

* * * *

Religions are pointless beyond all reckonings; the human species is lost in its sea of absurdity.

 

* * * *

Go homeless, and breath in-out that birthright, pushing your cart down the quantum sidewalk.

 

* * * *

Be the quantum beingness you are.

 

* * * *

But for imagination’s incessant usurpation, You need not think of anything; You can … just … be.

 

* * * *

The moment is unscathed by time.

 

* * * *

Traditions are cultural patterns to which patterned minds readily cling.

 

* * * *

Define forever.

 

* * * *

Real money does not need to be known.

 

* * * *

Duality is the lie born of imagination.

 

* * * *

Forever is a fallacious notion; only as real as imagination imagines.

 

* * * *

None of it matters to anyone but you.

 

* * * *

Headlines are like ocean waves crashing one after another; all but indistinguishable over time.

 

* * * *

Be ye space, or a man who suffers?

 

* * * *

Who the fuck knows anything but what imagination has access to, and interest in?

 

* * * *

You cannot hold on to anything for more than a moment at a time.

 

* * * *

Your limits define your world, your universe.

 

* * * *

More trivia to forget.

 

* * * *

Who is anyone in the great relativity?

 

* * * *

Be spacial.

 

* * * *

You want meaning and purpose? Maybe try looking over there.

 

* * * *

... me me me …

 

* * * *

The pointlessness of pointlessness is the pointlessness beyond pointlessness.

 

* * * *

No matter how long our kind wanders across the face of this planet, none of this will ever make sense.

 

* * * *

If you’ve said anything, you’ve said too much.

 

* * * *

Hiding from life? Not exploring it all? What would be the point?

 

* * * *

Dangle the carrot of salvation, and true believers will pour gold into your coffers.

 

* * * *

History can be undone with a delete button, or rewritten with a few taps.

 

* * * *

Nobody cares; well, maybe your mother, or so she says.

 

* * * *

Technology cannot forever extend the problem it has in exceedingly large part created.

 

* * * *

Can Nietzsche come out to play?

 

* * * *

Some people just always need to be proving they have the bigger dick, and not always men.

 

* * * *

How much longer can the garden pay the price for our natural selection?

 

* * * *

A subjective mind in an objective dream.

 

* * * *

A fistful of dollars never does as much for the psyche as ye old bird in the hand.

 

* * * *

Be ready for your fate.

 

* * * *

Such pretentious blobs.

 

* * * *

The foundation of serenity: forgiveness, innocence, compassion, contentment, truth.

 

* * * *

All the human blobs, blobbing along.

 

* * * *

Could anyone fuck it up any better?

 

* * * *

Back to square one.

 

* * * *

The big ape has always ruled.

 

* * * *

The meter is one; fast or slow, up to you.

 

* * * *

Karma is what you make it, or not.

 

* * * *

You are about you; let others be about themselves.

 

* * * *

No journey like the present.

 

* * * *

So many ways the mind-body finds to torture its Self

 

* * * *

Trickle-trickle up, trickle-trickle down, trickle-trickle all around.

 

* * * *

‘Tis clever enough for esoteric consumption.

 

* * * *

One assumption too many.

 

* * * *

The breath is every moment; are you with it, or caught up in some imaginary flurry?

 

* * * *

And what can be said of gravity? Likely more than it ever needed.

 

* * * *

Time to do it, time to see it, time to be it.

 

* * * *

The trouble with post-traumatic stress, is less about it being locked in the body, than it is in mind.

 

* * * *

If you are lucky, death is quick and painless; if not, a likely unhappy departure.

 

* * * *

Each alone must divine the universe into which they have been by genetic lottery cast.

 

* * * *

What a friggin' insane asylum.

 

* * * *

Alone, we together pretend.

 

* * * *

The sound of destiny calls you.

 

* * * *

In suffering, we learn more than we want to know.

 

* * * *

If measuring is your thing, the universe offers no end of delight.

 

* * * *

And what more can be said about that dead horse?

 

* * * *

Doing the twenty-watt om.

 

* * * *

Materialism is its own cage.

 

* * * *

To be the big Self, you must die to the little self.

 

* * * *

Negation frees; negativity binds.

 

* * * *

It helps to breathe well, and with a still mind, an aware mind, a no-mind.

 

* * * *

Never hesitate to retreat if that is the option that will allow another day.

 

* * * *

What problem cannot be waylaid by a good, full breath?

 

* * * *

The roar of the falls daily louder.

 

* * * *

Was it all intended, or simply chance, why would it matter, it is what it is, here you are.

 

* * * *

Always trying to keep up with the mad-mad world, pray tell, why?

 

* * * *

Imagination suffers many ghosts.

 

* * * *

It only seems like free will.

 

* * * *

How far into hell are you willing to descend?

 

 

2024

 

 

There is no groupthink, there is no dogma, there is no priesthood, there is only momentary awareness.

 

* * * *

Integrity begins with the seed of doubt.

 

* * * *

No matter how you label, how you quantify, how you interpret the stardust, it is always the same illusion.

 

* * * *

What flower believes it will live forever?

 

* * * *

Air that breaths.

 

* * * *

This all might be real, if space and time really existed.

 

* * * *

Consciousness imagines a continuity that has no ultimate reality, whatsoever.

 

* * * *

There can be but one truth, and no one owns it.

 

* * * *

Don’t worry, be happy, there is only this moment to care about.

 

* * * *

The challenge is to not let the other get a nose under your tent.

 

* * * *

All differences attain the same grave, all stories are but imaginary tales, be and allow is the highest law.

 

* * * *

The momentary awareness is your sanctuary.

 

* * * *

Any who-what-where-when-why-how, You imagine your Self to be, You are not.

 

* * * *

Connecting the dots requires a mind capable of discerning patterns.

 

* * * *

Something else not worth bothering about.

 

* * * *

Squirrels hide nuts, human beings collect things; a hunter-gatherer instinct, civilization calls hoarding.

 

* * * *

Is there anything in the human paradigm that does not have a shade of vanity?

 

* * * *

There is nothing to work out.

 

* * * *

The world and all its mania, all its absurdity, loses all importance in the moment.

 

* * * *

How ‘Duh!’ is that?

 

* * * *

Perception being what it is, are you really sure you are on top of anything?

 

* * * *

Hard for consciousness to catch up with That which was never moving in the first place.

 

* * * *

Despite all imaginary concoctions to the contrary, there is no other.

 

* * * *

There is no knowing what this sort of babble will unlock in any given mind.

 

* * * *

Does the flower beg its flower god for more?

 

* * * *

There is no end to the myriad ways consciousness can cut the pie, it has in imagination baked.

 

* * * *

Build all the castles you please, climb every mountain you can, it is all for naught.

 

* * * *

The unfolding dystopian catastrophe has barely begun; how lucky you are, if you are old.

 

* * * *

Rest assured, something will happen, whether or not it matches the aspirations.

 

* * * *

So big, so small, not a care at all.

 

* * * *

Whatever that was about, it probably does not matter now.

 

* * * *

Yet another trifling moment, done and undone, in quantum timelessness.

 

* * * *

Hero or villain or nonentity, everyone has a story, in this quantum stardust dreamtime of consciousness.

 

* * * *

Hard to imagine a peaceful world as long as even one human being exists.

 

* * * *

Breathe before you think.

 

* * * *

Contentment with all You have seen, all you have done, is the brass ring.

 

* * * *

The reality You are, is so much greater, than the minute shimmer allotted.

 

* * * *

Groupthink is all in the human paradigm.

 

* * * *

Pretty darned tough for imagination, in its never-ending swirl of space-time, to do anything the same.

 

* * * *

The false flag of consciousness, ever entices You back, into its foggy illusion-delusion.

 

* * * *

So big, so small, in every while.

 

* * * *

Never assume the castle walls cannot be breached.

 

* * * *

Drifting in bliss.

 

* * * *

The esoteric is much ado about nothing.

 

* * * *

You are that which you seek; look closer, and not in a mirror.

 

* * * *

The void awaits.

 

* * * *

There might have been a time, but that moment no longer exists; existence being what it is not.

 

* * * *

You disrespect him, he disrespects you, so much for that relationship.

 

* * * *

Very much alone, this awareness.

 

* * * *

Differences, differences, naught but differences.

 

* * * *

How many truth-seekers are there, really, who will not settle for one lie or another along their journey?

 

* * * *

Any passion can become a curse once you lose interest in it.

 

* * * *

That would take a bit to wrap the head around.

 

* * * *

What makes you think creation will ever end, or ever begin?

 

* * * *

Follow the water.

 

* * * *

The greatest story ever told, or the greatest lie ever imagined?

 

* * * *

No pronouncements from any pulpit have ever matched what nature offers on a good walk.

 

* * * *

Quit the inner chatter, and there You are.

 

* * * *

Awareness is neither close nor far.

 

* * * *

If you had done even one tiny thing differently, it would have spun an entirely different fate.

 

* * * *

All fates are shaped, patterned, molded, sculpted, wrought, by the genetic lottery.

 

* * * *

Death is freedom.

 

* * * *

Youthful skin is easy when you are youthful.

 

* * * *

All stories are but imaginary tales.

 

* * * *

The eternal moment, the eternal awareness, the eternal You, is free and clear of any-and-all trespass.

 

* * * *

Who has ever been like me?

 

* * * *

Who has ever been like you?

 

* * * *

There is something about an aphorism that catches a truth as no story can.

 

* * * *

Be and allow is the highest law.

 

* * * *

Nothing is nothing no matter the something it seems.

 

* * * *

Yet another here-now-long-gone example of how so little it all matters, how so little it all means.

 

* * * *

It is a cotton-candy thing.

 

* * * *

Note how evenly gravity lays that layer of dust across the room.

 

* * * *

Extinction is the way.

 

* * * *

You are the mystery personified.

 

* * * *

When the edifice of the illusional-delusional mind-body collapses, the You, You are, is all that remains.

 

* * * *

The weight of history is the iceberg ripping through the hull.

 

* * * *

Disengage the frontal lobe.

 

* * * *

To really, really, really, not care, where would that take You?

 

* * * *

You are the moment; not the thought about it.

 

* * * *

Finally figured it out.

 

* * * *

All differences attain the same grave.

 

* * * *

All are predators, all are prey; it is a god-eat-god world.

 

* * * *

What is imagined, can be unimagined; the ever-present moment has a way of forgetting.

 

* * * *

What is an orgasm but an ecstatic flash of eternity’s oblivion.

 

* * * *

Men come and go, but eternity abides, awareness abides, You abide.

 

* * * *

Thought is a habit.

 

* * * *

We so badly want it to mean more, but it just does not.

 

* * * *

Yes, there it works.

 

* * * *

Streaming on and on; eternally connected in that ever-and-ever-forever kind of indivisible way.

 

* * * *

Give it a break – whatever it is – at least once in a while.

 

* * * *

An affinity for oblivion.

 

* * * *

Never hurts to have a few backup plans.

 

* * * *

The world, the universe, and all that it has set into motion, only exists, because You imagine it so.

 

* * * *

Yes, this is will probably be lost, as well, and it won’t even require a fire, given its digital nature.

 

* * * *

Space and time have nothing to do with eternity.

 

* * * *

What fellow earthling has ever made such a thing of its existence?

 

* * * *

What is imagined, can be unimagined.

 

* * * *

The human species has been interesting, but is it really worth preserving?

 

* * * *

The moment has a way of forgetting everything.

 

* * * *

Scientific Method is the most rational, precise way, to examine this mystery, but it is far from infallible.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

The world you see-hear-smell-taste-touch is all imagined in a quantum matrix dreamtime.

 

* * * *

Predator to one, is prey to another; and on and on, the web grows.

 

* * * *

Your destiny is right here, right now.

 

* * * *

We are all walking alone together on the same stage in different universes.

 

* * * *

Truth must ever be discovered anew, because it is the first and last time for every mind.

 

* * * *

It all being indelibly, ineffably indivisible, how can there be more than one moment for all of eternity?

 

* * * *

The goal of any writer is to plant something in other minds that will not be easily forgotten.

 

* * * *

Humankind is naturally-selecting its way to extinction.

 

* * * *

These words are not intended for those who cannot see or hear the illusion they embrace.

 

* * * *

The toolmakers have taken us down a rockier and rockier dead-end road

 

* * * *

The sciences are only as complete as what they believe they have discovered.

 

* * * *

Gravity is an illusion that blinds You to the spaciousness You ever are.

 

* * * *

A maze by any name confuses the same.

 

* * * *

There you are thinking you are so awake, and suddenly realize you have been asleep all the while.

 

* * * *

The human future is but a totalitarian nightmare.

 

* * * *

The world shows you its love by ignoring you.

 

* * * *

What difference has anything ever made to eternity’s ineffable moment?

 

* * * *

It is all recycled piss and shit somewhere down the line.

 

* * * *

How lucky you are, if you do not have a load of shit to unload.

 

* * * *

What Rome did with lead, our time has done with plastic.

 

* * * *

How do you explain nothing?

 

* * * *

Is it really a body, a world, a universe, or just their perception?

 

* * * *

The world is our Petri dish, and we are pushing madly towards all edges seen and unseen.

 

* * * *

There is no end to the rainbow.

 

* * * *

All personal deities are projections that exist only in the neuron trails of imagination.

 

* * * *

Do you grab the brass ring, or does the brass ring come for you?

 

* * * *

If it looks like a frog, hops like a frog, croaks like a frog, it likely ain't no prince.

 

* * * *

The end of entitlement is nigh.

 

* * * *

Why is it so hard for people just accept they will never know?

 

* * * *

Eternity is the one and only moment.

 

* * * *

All history is sooner or later forgotten.

 

* * * *

How desperate so many are for attention, that they will do just about anything to get it.

 

* * * *

Too much is too much; too little, too little; and just enough, requires an able eye, and a slather of luck.

 

* * * *

The moment does not give a rat’s ass about you, or anyone or anything else.

 

* * * *

The embodiment of silence is the arch-nemesis of imagination.

 

* * * *

All yesterdays, all tomorrows, are but imaginary notions.

 

* * * *

The unwritten history is daily orchestrated.

 

* * * *

Cease trying to hold onto everything, cling to everything, recall everything, and, voila, here-now You are.

 

* * * *

The mystery is not anything you believe it is.

 

* * * *

Be as nothing, and You will wander free.

 

* * * *

Dying on the vine, pretending you are wine; though more likely a drying raisin.

 

* * * *

There is only the moment; imagination is but vapor wafting through.

 

* * * *

Trying to appease an electorate, a constituency, a family, a workplace, a fanbase, how pointless is that?

 

* * * *

The genome that is adaptable, that has the will and wit and luck, survives.

 

* * * *

A thought catches nothing but its own imaginary reflection.

 

* * * *

Religion is all about imagination’s interminable delusion that it is something more than it can ever be.

 

* * * *

Try in every way, as hard as it might, imagination cannot hold on to anything.

 

* * * *

If it ain’t there, it ain’t there.

 

* * * *

You take your pitter-patter-chit-chat wherever you go.

 

* * * *

Got a lot of good things done today, and more tomorrow, the next yesterday.

 

* * * *

Wrapping and unwrapping your head around the truth of it, is a momentary challenge.

 

* * * *

Life or death, every moment a decision; another day, let the countdown continue.

 

* * * *

All of the above, none of the above.

 

* * * *

When you toss out a label, be sure it does not apply to you, as well.

 

* * * *

When has eternity ever started long enough to stop?

 

* * * *

The quantum mind is a doorway, an entrée to eternity, but you must surrender to your Self to wallow in it.

 

* * * *

Oh boy, a new pile.

 

* * * *

Wisdom is the loftiest mainstay of consciousness, and even it must yield to oblivion.

 

* * * *

How can you die if you were never born?

 

* * * *

Much less bother, to be famous in your own head, all alone.

 

* * * *

All the knowledge humankind has ever imagined, is but an infinitesimally tiny speck of the unknown.

 

* * * *

Imagination, without which there would be no me.

 

* * * *

More than animals? No, we just imagine it so.

 

* * * *

All life, runs, flows, kaleidoscopes, to its death.

 

* * * *

Old dust covers the new.

 

* * * *

Old enough not to care.

 

* * * *

How to best serve the many, is to serve the one within all.

 

* * * *

How high can the Ivory Tower tower?

 

* * * *

An aphorism catches the true mind.

 

* * * *

Dust becomes you.

 

* * * *

It is imagination which wreaks all passion.

 

* * * *

Still the mind, and see it so.

 

* * * *

How is a memory from a moment ago any different from one ten or twenty or thirty or more years ago?

 

* * * *

Traditions are made to be broken; nothing stays the same for any sort of forever.

 

* * * *

What more is there to say? And yet we yabber on.

 

* * * *

Oh, joy and yawn, another symposium for the brainiacs to pitter-patter their minds.

 

* * * *

Attaining the brass ring of awareness requires a surrender for which few have hunger.

 

* * * *

To the ultimate You, the awareness, nothing matters; even your Self.

 

* * * *

Where would clouds be without the sky?

 

* * * *

Wasn’t that special?

 

* * * *

Think you can cheat death? Get back to us if you do.

 

* * * *

A tiny little slice of history, is all anyone gets, from which to draw their statistical sample.

 

* * * *

Is that rock moving, yet?

 

* * * *

What a tiny little deity so many worship on this tiny little dust ball.

 

* * * *

All fates find the same grave.

 

* * * *

Do you enter the abyss, or merely realize it is the presence You are, have always been, will ever be.

 

* * * *

Let he who is without sin lob the first grenade.

 

* * * *

You came, You saw, You listened, You tasted, You smelled, You touched, You pondered, You departed.

 

* * * *

Traditions are made to be broken.

 

* * * *

For most who live anonymous lives, chances are, very few others are thinking about you right now.

 

* * * *

You must set aside all attachments to clearly discern this one Truth.

 

* * * *

It is the mind that rushes white rabbit here and there; the moment is ever the same timeless eternal now.

 

* * * *

Imagination is a timeless time traveler.

 

* * * *

It all being a phantasmic quantum illusion, your entire existence has been spent talking to your Self.

 

* * * *

What is this cadaver in the making, is but a vehicle to oblivion.

 

* * * *

The infinity of momentary awareness, peering out in every way, into that which is both part and whole.

 

* * * *

Whether in flesh or treasury or stature, there are always consequences to be paid.

 

* * * *

On the grandest scale, humility is meaningless.

 

* * * *

All or nothing, no matter.

 

* * * *

The only duality is the one concocted by imagination.

 

* * * *

Death is merely evaporating, back into the abyss, that nothingness ever is.

 

* * * *

Yet another moment of extemporaneous Shakespearian théâtre absurde, playing out across all creation.

 

* * * *

The streets are lined with gold, for all those who have the wit to see.

 

* * * *

Who can guess what these many thoughts will inspire or inflame in those who read them?

 

* * * *

Fate is but a last breath.

 

* * * *

You can spot a princess when she goes on and on about peas under her mattress.

 

* * * *

Try not to give it words every now and again

 

* * * *

What cosmos does the mind gaze out upon, but its own creation, its own perception.

 

* * * *

If you really did not care, would it even occur to you that you did not?

 

* * * *

The little part you play, is not the totality You are.

 

* * * *

The most real humility is the one within.

 

* * * *

It all came together that moment, and then, poof, was forever gone, as all moments are.

 

* * * *

Reconcile yourself to what you can; forget the rest.

 

* * * *

All is process.

 

* * * *

Nothing stays the same for any sort of forever.

 

* * * *

Understanding at the intellectual level is one thing; the instinctual, visceral, primeval level, another.

 

* * * *

The mind can so easily cripple its world.

 

* * * *

Did not see that one coming.

 

* * * *

Not easy for consciousness to care as little as the moment.

 

* * * *

Yet another dust collector.

 

* * * *

What it used to be in the once upon a time does not matter now.

 

* * * *

How long will quantum play this form, this pattern, this illusion?

 

* * * *

The pitter-patter mind.

 

* * * *

All languages are sound traps of imaginary origin.

 

* * * *

How many times has that been?

 

* * * *

Legacy is just another lesson on vanity.

 

* * * *

Only rarely is the first taste not the best, or the worst.

 

* * * *

Only time counts.

 

* * * *

Crusades Y2K, coming your way.

 

* * * *

There has never been another moment.

 

* * * *

The faster you chase awareness, the faster it seems to go.

 

* * * *

Thing management.

 

* * * *

The history that is known, is such a tiny window, into the history that is unknown.

 

* * * *

In awareness, all conflict ceases.

 

* * * *

As if forever exists.

 

* * * *

The aloneness is real.

 

* * * *

The awareness, the moment, eternal life, right here, right now, is all and none.

 

* * * *

Where is space, where is time, in this moment that is, has always been, will ever be.

 

* * * *

The human paradigm, the human story, from beginning to end, is all just the poof of imagination.

 

* * * *

When in doubt, look in a mirror.

 

* * * *

You can never know the moment; only the befores or afters of imagination.

 

* * * *

It is the same fucking mystery; get over yourselves.

 

* * * *

Keeping things as simple as possible, is rarely a bad idea.

 

* * * *

Envision the all in one, and the one in all.

 

* * * *

Liberation is just giving the mind over to the ever-present moment.

 

* * * *

Which version of your Self will you play today?

 

* * * *

Live for today, this moment, right here, right now.

 

* * * *

Being what you really are, and are not, is not an effort thing.

 

* * * *

Tomorrow is already yesterday.

 

* * * *

You do not need to have more to be content.

 

* * * *

How is it even possible for anyone to believe mind and mystery are not one in the same?

 

* * * *

That role you have scripted; you do not have to stick to it; re-write anything you please.

 

* * * *

You objectify me; why not I, you?

 

* * * *

The roar of the civilized man; another rhetorical imbalance.

 

* * * *

Mother Nature is not waiting for us to figure it out.

 

* * * *

Planet of the apes, planet of the trolls, what difference, really?

 

* * * *

A little lie can be softer than the truth.

 

* * * *

There are few problems that are not well-served by good, full breathing.

 

* * * *

Self-imagery is a rabbit-hole for all.

 

* * * *

Nobody will know; nobody will care.

 

* * * *

The sea, the ether, the mystery, in which all creation dances.

 

* * * *

Piss and shit; food of the gods.

 

* * * *

Your arrival home, is always welcome; the door is locked and unlocked in your mind.

 

* * * *

Everyone has a story, and not even one is real.

 

* * * *

The drop is the ocean in miniature form.

 

* * * *

With your last wheezing breath, nothing will ever matter again.

 

* * * *

Ambition is a leader in the human becoming game.

 

* * * *

So many are so adept at examining the illusion in every way, but at some point, what is the point?

 

* * * *

Empathy brews a world of bedfellows.

 

* * * *

A spring always gives.

 

* * * *

Empty out that head, and just be.

 

* * * *

Why would you be interested in any spiritual choices designed by human vanity?

 

* * * *

Everything is learned; everything is imagined.

 

* * * *

What an ironic mystery that so many seek, what so few are prepared to find.

 

* * * *

There is nothing to remember.

 

* * * *

Look out into the starry, starry night, and see your one and only parent, your Self.

 

* * * *

It is okay to accept yourself, like yourself, love yourself; you need not deny yourself.

 

* * * *

It is the nature of language to create and stoke the duality delusion.

 

* * * *

Try not to take personal what is not personal.

 

* * * *

Around which corner will the Reaper be waiting, is anybody’s guess.

 

* * * *

Regurgitating memories is a sure road to perdition.

 

* * * *

It is all awareness, in which neither space nor time can achieve more than ephemeral appearance.

 

* * * *

You are no exception.

 

* * * *

Thought is a habit; genomic in its underpinnings.

 

* * * *

Odds are extremely likely you will forget everything sooner or later.

 

* * * *

If that doesn’t make your head hurt.

 

* * * *

The school of life offers endless lessons in absurdity,

 

* * * *

There is no heaven, there is no hell, but what each imagines in the given mind.

 

* * * *

Modern propaganda is no doubt much more refined, but rest assured, it is nothing new.

 

* * * *

Stoicism is the most virtuous vehicle for living a rational, serene, mindful existence.

 

* * * *

Civilization requires regulations; without it, anarchy.

 

* * * *

Truth needs no voice.

 

* * * *

The only thing to fear, is the fear you imagine.

 

* * * *

You cannot save yourself, much less anyone else.

 

* * * *

As thorough and determined as they are, the sciences can only harvest illusion.

 

* * * *

The screen rules.

 

* * * *

We all establish one kingdom or another; even if it is in a gutter.

 

* * * *

The geeks have created a world free of nature, and nature is about to be done with it.

 

* * * *

Is sex really anything more, than friction and fantasy?

 

* * * *

Looking into your own eye is not for the meek of spirit.

 

* * * *

A peaceful, tranquil, serene mind, is more choice than you know.

 

* * * *

Yeesch and by golly.

 

* * * *

Rocky roads, rocky minds.

 

* * * *

So many thoughts in any given life, and all forgotten with the last breath.

 

* * * *

What’s another number?

 

* * * *

Love thy Self.

 

* * * *

So much clutter with which to burden your mind.

 

* * * *

To be for the other, as you are for your Self, can be a challenge in a world founded on me, myself, and I.

 

* * * *

No matter how you smear it, bullshit is bullshit.

 

* * * *

Are you content with the life that chose you; the life in which you find your Self?

 

* * * *

You are the infinite, timeless, ineffable moment, stretching across all creation; there is no other.

 

* * * *

Mind is creation, mind is preservation, mind is destruction, mind is everything, mind is nothing.

 

* * * *

Imagination is the Great Jester; always waiting in the wings, for inattention to teleport it centerstage.

 

* * * *

How detached can you be?

 

* * * *

The embers of memory are always ready and waiting, to be fired up in the furnace of imagination.

 

* * * *

Do you really exist, or only imagine you do?

 

* * * *

Space and time are but the concoctions of imagination, no matter the scale.

 

* * * *

Let us know when you find your face.

 

* * * *

Just another thing to argue or fight or kill over; it is what we do.

 

* * * *

Some things make your endorphins happy, and some do not.

 

* * * *

Why not throw out the baby with the bathwater?

 

* * * *

Odds are you torture yourself far more than you would ever allow another to.

 

* * * *

It is a conspiracy if you were not in on the decision.

 

* * * *

Another day of sallying through narcissism and decadence.

 

* * *

Where have you placed your bets today?

 

* * * *

The mind evolved as a problem-solver, and when, without problems, endlessly concocts its own.

 

* * * *

You are an evolutionary quirk, nothing more, less, but.

 

* * * *

The mystery includes everything, including You; duality is a lie from any get-go.

 

* * * *

A warrior is only as good as his blade is sharp.

 

* * * *

Be at total peace with your Self, and You will know the sweetness of eternity.

 

* * * *

Believing in Jesus is the Get Out of Hell card for them that true-believe.

 

* * * *

Die to little self; rest in peace.

 

* * * *

Nothing mind imagines, is the moment You are.

 

* * * *

That you, no longer exists; never did, actually.

 

* * * *

Possession is about fondle rights.

 

* * * *

This is the only moment there is – there never was a before; there will never be an after.

 

* * * *

Regurgitating reality.

 

* * * *

The imaginary gods of consciousness are not the God of awareness.

 

* * * *

You cannot know it all, and why, pray tell, would you want to?

 

* * * *

How straight-forward this dream becomes, when nothing takes its rightful place at the helm.

 

* * * *

How green the grass, everywhere else.

 

* * * *

Whether there is just one deity or deities beyond counting, are both assumptions adrift in absurdity.

 

* * * *

You are actor; hear the snore.

 

* * * *

How much time, pray tell, have you wasted on that?

 

* * * *

The mystery is well beyond any capacity to comprehend it,

 

* * * *

Are the choices you make, really choices?

 

* * * *

How discontent you are, with your fleeting little role; would being God even satisfy you?

 

* * * *

What reality can past and future have, without the memory imagination sustains?

 

* * * *

Prayer and hope, and wishful and magical thinking, are dubious strategies.

 

* * * *

To take it all personal; the first and last mistake.

 

* * * *

Endure it, enjoy it, best You can.

 

* * * *

If you were to proclaim your Self, God, who would understand Your meaning?

 

* * * *

Challenging to discuss very deeply with someone who has read only one book.

 

* * * *

Where have you placed your bliss today?

 

* * * *

Oh joy, another game afoot.

 

* * * *

His story, her story, its story, my story, your story, their story, our story, the story, a story, all stories.

 

* * * *

Ever notice how imagination ever pushes you on and on and on and ...

 

* * * *

No one can teach, what you are not prepared for, incapable of, or interested in.

 

* * * *

You cannot be led where you will not follow.

 

* * * *

Mystery, mystery, full of history, it cannot remember long enough to forget.

 

* * * *

Hate is blind to any reason but its own.

 

* * * *

You can only offer what you have to offer.

 

* * * *

Indifference to all is the most freeing path.

 

* * * *

The mystery before space and time is unknowable; some call it God.

 

* * * *

No point holding on to anything once it is already well in the wake.

 

* * * *

Lark in, lark about, lark out.

 

* * * *

Yeesch and by golly, the things fate endures.

 

* * * *

What it boils down to is nothing.

 

* * * *

Try not to make it personal; try not to take it personal.

 

* * * *

Go in peace, if you can manage it.

 

* * * *

Eternal life is had by the living who have died to imaginary self.

 

* * * *

It is less about what you are doing, than the state of awareness in which it is being done.

 

* * * *

 Go timeless.

 

* * * *

Do we have to keep playing this game, Mommy!?

 

* * * *

To crave anything from this dream, is a sure road to suffering.

 

* * * *

Constructive criticism is not always welcome.

 

* * * *

Iconic as you may think yourself, the world is already used to not having you in it.

 

* * * *

A fountain of nonduality.

 

* * * *

Without looking, tell us what your face looks like, right now.

 

* * * *

The eye of the other, is your own.

 

* * * *

How many perch at the first mirage they stumble upon?

 

* * * *

The universe is the inside of your skull.

 

* * * *

The moment is absolutely unseeable, unhearable, untastable, unsmellable, untouchable, unanythingable.

 

* * * *

The draw of illusion keeps You in its net.

 

* * * *

How fortunate are those who discover something they love to do.

 

* * * *

Mother Earth, Gaia, is just another spinning particle of dust, in the eternal vastness of your imagination.

 

* * * *

You do not become the moment; you be it.

 

* * * *

No story has ever been real; all are imagined.

 

* * * *

What, pray tell, have you ever chosen?

 

* * * *

Scaring kids with hellfire and brimstone, what a meanie.

 

* * * *

Joke's on you, landlubber.

 

* * * *

When measurements go south.

 

* * * *

Nothing sounds good.

 

* * * *

There are probably a near-infinity of stories you will never imagine.

 

* * * *

The trick is to have a good time without being too cruel.

 

* * * *

Serve all, as the moment calls.

 

* * * *

You naturally-select your Self down the rabbit hole of your fate.

 

* * * *

Words and numbers can only get so far before reality hits.

 

* * * *

Awareness, both close and far.

 

* * * *

You are not the quantum energy kaleidoscoping within and without You.

 

* * * *

The dreamtime wags on.

 

* * * *

The unborn-undying awareness through which all passes, is neither real nor unreal.

 

* * * *

However long you live, will just have to be long enough.

 

* * * *

Meaning and purpose are imagination's delusional specialties.

 

* * * *

All flaws are imagined.

 

* * * *

It is all written in the sands of quantum.

 

* * * *

The mind transcends space and time whenever it yields itself over to awareness.

 

* * * *

To be the moment, is to be what You truly are, what You truly are not.

 

* * * *

Why feel strongly about anything?

 

* * * *

God is only speculation until the mind that is known dissolves.

 

* * * *

The moment has nothing to offer.

 

* * * *

Psychological pain is self-inflicted.

 

* * * *

Take what feeds you, and leave the rest.

 

* * * *

You are your version of normal.

 

* * * *

Eternal life, timeless life, nowness ad infinitum, consciously traveled.

 

* * * *

Another memory you have already forgotten.

 

* * * *

My gift to the dystopian future-slash-debacle, that I envision, with a shudder.

 

* * * *

Do with it whatever you will; do with it whatever you can.

 

* * * *

Sadly, better you than me, is all I gotta say.

 

* * * *

Being ignored is a much surer death.

 

* * * *

Stay strong, rotsa ruck.

 

* * * *

Ain't evolution wonderful.

 

* * * *

Words and numbers can only get so far before reality hits.

 

* * * *

What is it about shapely sacks of crunchy-chewy-gooey that the endorphins find so enticing?

 

* * * *

Is all the wanting really worth the all the suffering?

 

* * * *

Natural selection at its finest.

 

* * * *

Well, we certainly know what kind of deity you would make.

 

* * * *

Your persona is your post-traumatic stress acting out.

 

* * * *

Try not to fill the echoes of solitude with your own screams.

 

* * * *

Every moment, a choice.

 

* * * *

Confessing to the priesthoods has always been a convenient ‘Keep Out of Hell’ card.

 

* * * *

Are you really, all that different, all that exceptional, all that unique?

 

* * * *

How did you ever take all this absurdity so seriously?

 

* * * *

Everyone is suffering in different ways, to different degrees; be kind whenever possible.

 

* * * *

Yet another who has not found the off switch.

 

* * * *

Be wary You do not allow this seeing to drive you mad.

 

* * * *

The sentimental is everything you hold on to.

 

* * * *

Natural selection has dictated every fate since creation began.

 

* * * *

Another master of rhetorical rationalization.

 

* * * *

Nobody does anything without a supporting cast, without a web of life.

 

* * * *

It cannot be forced.

 

* * * *

You are but a vibration, a flicker, a sparkle, a twinkle, in the infinity of eternity.

 

* * * *

Ain't nothing chivalrous in a gunfight.

 

* * * *

Everybody is playing their own game.

 

* * * *

Natural selection includes every calculated step, as well as every muddled misstep.

 

* * * *

Be the deity you believe, you hope, is looking out over you.

 

* * * *

Time well spent is a moment well done.

 

* * * *

Every life form works to its advantage.

 

* * * *

Nothing is good.

 

* * * *

It is natural selection, not free will.

 

* * * *

It is nothing but process.

 

* * * *

As a species, we have always been our own worst enemy; dragons quake at our shadow.

 

* * * *

The seemingly serendipitous moments are the mutations of natural selection.

 

* * * *

Every sentient life form has its own version of a world, of a universe; none the same, all the same.

 

* * * *

How could God create all this, without being all of it, all the while?

 

* * * *

The spiritual quest is ultimately a nonsensical non-issue, inspired by imagination’s fear of the unknowable.

 

* * * *

The irony is, that all these piles of gold, are more than pointless, if there is no world in which to spend it.

 

* * * *

No need for absurdity steeped in imaginary notion.

 

* * * *

A quantum matrix, permeated by awareness; consciousness really nothing more than distracting noise.

 

* * * *

A sheep by any other name would baa the same.

 

* * * *

How seamlessly, how timelessly, how effortlessly, one moment kaleidoscopes into another.

 

* * * *

You only think you are alive.

 

* * * *

What a crap-shoot, the natural selection, in the sexual act between male and female.

 

* * * *

The same awareness fills all sentience.

 

* * * *

Will imagination ever let go; more than a little unlikely.

 

* * * *

Relying on absurdity for your worldview will get you the charlatan you deserve.

 

* * * *

Truth is a windless wind, no sound can catch.

 

* * * *

Would wrapping a story around all this babble make it more palatable, more real for you?

 

* * * *

Imagination concocts every sort of absurdity; none of which have any reality in the moment, whatsoever.

 

* * * *

Discern the God version of Self, You are.

 

* * * *

You do not have to always carry it all, you know; even Atlas takes a break now and again.

 

* * * *

A planless plan underway.

 

* * * *

The effortless mind, the disengaged mind, is as transcendent as it needs be.

 

* * * *

And just how powerful, how rich, how regarded, must you be to finally put to rest your insecurity?

 

* * * *

Awareness is a windless wind, no sound can capture.

 

* * * *

What is there nothing better to do than nothing?

 

* * * *

Having nothing better to do than nothing is a planless plan.

 

* * * *

From inner death, springs eternal life.

 

* * * *

Your tribe is as lost as lost can be; nowhere to be found.

 

* * * *

You are going to die, and miss so much, and it will not remember you at all.

 

* * * *

All we are is blobs full of imaginary bullshit.

 

* * * *

Linguists are adept at describing and prescribing, the ever-morphing bull ride of any given language.

 

* * * *

Any thought of self is vanity; the imaginary self of every human mind.

 

* * * *

The challenge is to live a no-regret life, with as few regrets, as possible.

 

* * * *

How was it you did not see it before?

 

* * * *

Look out at all the people, wandering hither and thither, and wonder at the fates they are enduring.

 

* * * *

All imaginary notion to the contrary, You are not your frame of reference.

 

* * * *

More poster pap.

 

* * * *

What kind of all-twisted-up-soul babbles, babble, babbles, this not-sort-of horseshit?

 

* * * *

What dreamtime could there be, without the illusory other, and all its forms and functions?

 

* * * *

Hard to stay; hard to leave.

 

* * * *

Another Roaring 20’s underway, circa Y2K20 to Y2K29.

 

* * * *

You honor Self by being it.

 

* * * *

How deft the sharpened sword of discernment.

 

* * * *

Is it a battle worth fighting?

 

* * * *

What vague perceptions are harbored in this dream we call a life.

 

* * * *

Another day watching the debacle unwrap itself.

 

* * * *

Tread carefully, lest the seeds of dogma sprout, from this austere message you convey.

 

* * * *

No need to worship what you already are.

 

* * * *

Imagination does not for reality make.

 

* * * *

 Why subscribe to a story that will never discern the moment through which it heedlessly passes?

 

* * * *

Another brain scrambled to perfection.

 

* * * *

Addictions tend to define and limit you, and are often what will be remembered.

 

* * * *

A higher state of worship cannot be known.

 

* * * *

Another way of looking.

 

* * * *

No one can save what cannot be saved.

 

* * * *

No one can ever know more than what imagination imagines.

 

* * * *

A lot of people, in a lot of arenas, are going to be living in tents, pushing carts, collecting treasure.

 

* * * *

The shadows of serendipity cast their nets far afield.

 

* * * *

We are all individuals wandering our version of the matrix, of the indivisibility, confounding all.

 

* * * *

Do you really realize just how alone you truly are?

 

* * * *

That all things that rise must fall, is always a when, not if, actuality.

 

* * * *

Interesting times, indeedy.

 

* * * *

How can there be a world, a cosmos, any dreamtime, without You permeating it?

 

* * * *

You are the awareness through which consciousness streams.

 

* * * *

Does all this really exist, or is it just a touchy-feely imaginary construct in your very alonely head?

 

* * * *

A tortoise, a snail, and a sloth, were sitting in a bar ...

 

* * * *

Thanks for nothing.

 

* * * *

So, what is on the syllabus today?

 

* * * *

In the spectrum, right to wrong, who is right, who is wrong, and who does the judging?

 

* * * *

Detach from the sheen of fear caused by the stresses that shaped you, encased you.

 

* * * *

Abiding prior to consciousness – prior to all the things, all the stories, all the imaginings – is a rare feat.

 

* * * *

Contentment is the brass ring.

 

* * * *

Seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling, touching, without wanting, is a state of mind to which few subscribe.

 

* * * *

All you need to do is figure out who ‘they’ are.

 

* * * *

Guaranteed, the body will figure out, to do to you, whatever you are doing to it.

 

* * * *

As irrational as the rational can be; as rational as the irrational can be.

 

* * * *

The minions of imagination whirl in a cacophony of chaos.

 

* * * *

Be the unknowing.

 

* * * *

The yin-yang of one man's downfall, often being the opportunity for another’s rise.

 

* * * *

A few-holds-barred life has its consequences.

 

* * * *

You imagine, therefore you imagine you are.

 

* * * *

Hello, goodbye, cruel world.

 

* * * *

A world of dreams.

 

* * * *

Nothing is done until it is done.

 

* * * *

The mini-death of sleep comes when the off switch turns on.

 

* * * *

Not a good idea to play any game, unless you really know the rules, and are really paying attention.

 

* * * *

The tyranny of neurons.

 

* * * *

You are as free as You decide to be.

 

* * * *

To what do you cling in that nebulous mind, but a sea of imaginary perceptions.

 

* * * *

Dream walkers, dream stalkers.

 

* * * *

You are but a drop of indivisible awareness in the immeasurable ocean of this ineffable mystery.

 

* * * *

The ultimate nature that all manifestation is, is eternally spaceless, eternally timeless.

 

* * * *

An impromptu play.

 

* * * *

Ants tempt the gods with their anthills.

 

* * * *

Mystery is without attributes, without direction, without purpose, without meaning, without contradiction.

 

* * * *

Not your calling.

 

* * * *

We all wander through our worlds, seeking whatever scratches our endorphins.

 

* * * *

Never a good idea to assume you are the smartest guy in the room.

 

* * * *

Any creation is complete as soon as it is set aside.

 

* * * *

The truth of it goes without saying.

 

* * * *

Savor and endure the ecstasies and agonies of your ephemeral existence while breath allows the synthesis.

 

* * * *

How likely is it any deity could be nearly as judgmental as we?

 

* * * *

There are no guarantees but annihilation.

 

* * * *

Every sentient life form has its own decision-making process, its own rule of law; none the same.

 

* * * *

The world is your pearl, if you have the wit to treasure it.

 

* * * *

The human species is beyond-all-pales, absurdly insane; all victims of our imaginary Self.

 

* * * *

Only imagination rushes.

 

* * * *

This work is a very ubiquitous, long and wearing, trudging, ever-on-and-on-and-on, campaign.

 

* * * *

It is your imagination, you love, you hate, you every passion under the sun.

 

* * * *

You really believe it is You choosing anything?

 

* * * *

This moment is all.

 

* * * *

Re: Tattoos: God, why do they do it?

 

* * * *

When not disappearing entirely, memories tend to blur more and more, in the aging process.

 

* * * *

A tiger consumes its prey without a trace of judgment.

 

* * * *

A warrior can never present otherwise.

 

* * * *

Always be on watch for the shadow of your imaginary you.

 

* * * *

Not your fight, unless you want it to be.

 

* * * *

It is all your inward and outer chatter that allows imagination easy entrée.

 

* * * *

You are your own law.

 

* * * *

Every moment is an opportunity to embrace your immaculate unborn-undying.

 

* * * *

Few can hear the mystery’s call through the veil of one imaginary absurdity or another.

 

* * * *

There is no reason but habit, conditioning, training, to continue on and on, playing this imaginary role.

 

* * * *

Look at a clock; notice how the hands move, and You do not.

 

* * * *

How did you teach your Self that?

 

* * * *

If you did not want to regret it, better not have done it in the first place.

 

* * * *

To take it all personal is the second mistake; the first was making the assumption that took you there.

 

* * * *

A warrior never sleeps.

 

* * * *

Why would any supreme deity bother about dogma?

 

* * * *

We are all touchy-feely ghosts wandering through each other’s lives.

 

* * * *

Oblivion calls, each and every moment.

 

* * * *

What kind of leader would you be in any given situation?

 

* * * *

The wise pick fight they can win; and to avoid as many as possible, is an even better strategy.

 

* * * *

How you present generally makes for how you will be taken.

 

* * * *

There is no resolution for the human capacity to create disparity and horror for others.

 

* * * *

How much sweeter could heaven be, but complete and utter oblivion.

 

* * * *

Do not wait too long, else the Fates will make the decision for you.

 

* * * *

 You must also be a warrior to your Self.

 

* * * *

Cling, baby, cling, until the imaginary mind slips back into the oblivion from whence it came.

 

* * * *

T-shirts and baseball caps and tattoos and other paraphernalia, are like showing your hand in a card game.

 

 

The awareness of existence is too ethereal to be imagined.

 

* * * *

No word, no symbol, no ritual, no tradition, no prophet, no deity, is sacred to the ultimate.

 

* * * *

How can any live life, endure life, but one breath, one step at a time.

 

* * * *

Accepting one's fate can be one of life's bigger challenges.

 

* * * *

The quantum-awakened, turn sand into gold, coal into diamonds, water into wine.

 

* * * *

Imagination ceaselessly embraces and battles with itself in every way imaginable.

 

* * * *

The state of awareness is unimaginable.

 

* * * *

One drop is inconsequential, but all together, are omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient.

 

* * * *

There are few things, that are not targets, for one improvement or another.

 

* * * *

Your mind need not be a prison.

 

* * * *

Adulthood is the price we pay for losing our innocence.

 

* * * *

The seed of doubt cannot be planted in any but the most open minds.

 

* * * *

You are nothing more than electrical impulses skirting along neural pathways.

 

* * * *

Time is a fixation whose existence cannot be proven.

 

* * * *

The mind can eat itself up over any and every imaginable vicissitude; detachment the only balm.

 

* * * *

Why are you still here?

 

* * * *

The idolatries of imagination are many and not far between.

 

* * * *

The mind will take every opportunity to imprison You, if You allow it.

 

* * * *

There is no time like present.

 

* * * *

Those with direct, clear, perception, do not require stories.

 

* * * *

There is no changing your fate in to what it already is.

 

* * * *

Just do what you do; no need to justify it to the world.

 

* * * *

Existence is an entitlement, not a right.

 

* * * *

Call it whatever you will, everything adds up to the same mystery.

 

* * * *

Demon or angel, oblivion the same fate; hells and heavens are fictions of human imagination.

 

* * * *

News is yet another level of gossip that keeps imagination in play.

 

* * * *

Strategy and tactics are soulmates.

 

* * * *

How many dimensions might there be; well, how many ways can you cut any pie?

 

 

Forget everything, be everything, be nothing.

 

* * * *

There is a long list of unanswerable questions; first and foremost, is the reality of the questioner.

 

* * * *

Intelligent design, imaginary design.

 

* * * *

Ethics is a Gordian Knot, which only the sharpest sword, cuts loose its imaginary hold.

 

* * * *

Only in pure awareness are any truly free.

 

* * * *

All the stars in the sky do not add up, to how many things do not matter.

 

* * * *

To be the nothingness of pure awareness, is to be everything.

 

* * * *

Death, real or imagined, is the end to all problems, real or imagined.

 

* * * *

Break every rule, the dreamtime can bring into play.

 

* * * *

There is no other; let no one tell you otherwise.

 

* * * *

So, what will your ethereal imagination do through You, this fine day?

 

* * * *

Another high score in a losing game.

 

* * * *

Self-interest breeds a logic screened through too many filters to be at all predictable.

 

* * * *

Try not to argue about stupid things.

 

* * * *

Nothing is real.

 

* * * *

The only difference between you and me is imagined.

 

* * * *

The near is far; the far is near.

 

* * * *

The momentary awareness, cannot be grasped.

 

* * * *

You are not special; nor is anyone else.

 

* * * *

A most challenging thing, to unstick, to release, to pry, to free, your Self, from your self.

 

* * * *

If you cannot be ironic, if you cannot be paradoxical, if you cannot be doubtful, what can you be?

 

* * * *

Another day in the quantum fever.

 

* * * *

Never doubt, that wherever there is gold, vanity and greed will rise to their occasion,

 

* * * *

Eternity, the moment, the timeless awareness, is indifferent to your imaginary absurdities.

 

* * * *

The man of one book uses whatever is said, whatever is written, to corroborate his delusion.

 

* * * *

Where is the wisdom in that?

 

* * * *

Imagination is its own contagion.

 

* * * *

The mind can create every sort of heaven or hell; surrender or suffer, the choice born of free will.

 

* * * *

Even the most beautiful woman or handsome man, are promises that will turn into lies.

 

* * * *

Another un-rewindable thought.

 

* * * *

Human consciousness is always imagining itself more than it can ever be.

 

* * * *

Aphoristic nihilism.

 

* * * *

The insatiable hunger of consciousness, is a voracious beast, that has cast its shadow across the world.

 

* * * *

Doubt is the antidote to a conditioned mind.

 

* * * *

The awareness is as near as it is far.

 

* * * *

Nothing remains as it is.

 

* * * *

Continuity is a tempting illusion; a kaleidoscoping dreamtime without reality.

 

* * * *

Imagination is its own contagion.

 

* * * *

Keep your judgments to your Self; they say far more about you than those they target.

 

* * * *

None can help be, but what nature-nurture has shaped them to be.

 

* * * *

Caught in the 22 again.

 

* * * *

We are all dreams in each other's dreams.

 

* * * *

Stay empty in everything you do.

 

* * * *

A good full breath, waylays the mind from all its busy-busy judgments, and other such mind gorp.

 

* * * *

So, what does your imagination tell you this fine day?

 

* * * *

For at least a few moments, such as it is.

 

* * * *

Idolatry is the fate of those who lack the doubt to free themselves.

 

* * * *

Imagination is the great shape-shifter.

 

* * * *

To be at peace with your Self requires no effort, no struggle, no labor, no force, whatsoever.

 

* * * *

It is the dance of mind, naturally-selected since the big bang of genesis, to be You.

 

* * * *

Stare at anything long enough, and you will realize it is the mind that is moving.

 

* * * *

Imagination has you by the neurons.

 

* * * *

You have no right to anything, but what fate allots.

 

* * * *

Relax, it will not be all that much longer.

 

* * * *

Who-what-where-when-why-how does the endless pursuit of trivia get anyone?

 

* * * *

The awakened, see sand as gold, coal as diamonds, water as wine.

 

* * * *

A neural matrix.

 

* * * *

A mind bound by imagination will always find new limitations.

 

* * * *

Done enough.

 

* * * *

Wandering to and from on the spectrum of irony and paradox.

 

* * * *

Avoid moral dilemmas and quagmires; good and evil are the stillborn of duality.

 

* * * *

Intelligent design, fallacious design, or any design at all?

 

* * * *

The domestication crafted by entitlement does not fare well when Darwin pendulums serious.

 

* * * *

Guns, bunkers, supplies, alliances; not of much use if they cannot be accessed.

 

* * * *

Yet another ugly future-given.

 

* * * *

Another day in the quantum fever, chatting with your Self in whatever venues are wandered.

 

* * * *

Those who lack doubt will never get through the eye of the needle.

 

* * * *

Nothing is as real as it gets.

 

* * * *

The agenda of a true believer is without doubt.

 

* * * *

The cosmos is very much aware, within and without, prior to all priors, beyond all beyonds.

 

* * * *

Adulthood is the price one pays for losing their innocence.

 

* * * *

What will the world be like without you? Most likely the same as it was with you.

 

* * * *

Self-doubt can be a debilitating habit; and like all habits, hard, but not impossible to break.

 

* * * *

Ethics is forum mind gorp that passes the time.

 

* * * *

You cannot abuse your mother, and not expect her to come gunning for you.

 

* * * *

If you cannot doubt, you are blind to truth.

 

* * * *

How so many can be so satisfied with so much less is beyond all reckoning.

 

* * * *

The irony is within the paradox, and the paradox, within the irony.

 

* * * *

All this was written long before the sands of time came along.

 

* * * *

Pride is much imaginary ado about nothing.

 

* * * *

Ever the same You, playing out every creation across all eternity.

 

* * * *

The show must go on; easier to ignore this sort of scribbling, for vanity and greed’s sake.

 

* * * *

There are many paths, treading all about this pale blue dot of a dust ball, all to the same grave.

 

* * * *

That is probably not good idea.

 

* * * *

You only pretend to be a body, a world, a cosmos; in reality, You are none of it.

 

* * * *

What will be the future of our kind, and life on this pale blue dot, You do often wonder.

 

* * * *

You have always been perfect just the way you are.

 

* * * *

New figurine, new symbol, new dogma, new whatever; same old idolatry.

 

* * * *

The worst thing than an assassination attempt, is a failed one.

 

* * * *

Self-serving followers make for a self-serving God.

 

* * * *

Nothing exists because of imagination.

 

* * * *

The mystery is all things at all times all at once.

 

* * * *

There is no getting edgewise into the moment.

 

* * * *

Would you allow someone else to torture you, the way you do yourself?

 

* * * *

So alone, the mind-body could die, and there would be no difference.

 

* * * *

What would be the point of anything less?

 

* * * *

Do nothing, and nothing will become apparent.

 

* * * *

Is there any limit to our affinity for absurdity?

 

* * * *

Vote NO! on climate change; let Mother Nature know what you think.

 

* * * *

If you must worship something, make it the right-here-right-now eternal moment.

 

* * * *

That will be for history to judge.

 

* * * *

There is are no ‘moments’ – there is only one moment, one timeless moment, one eternal moment.

 

* * * *

Grasping the ungraspable, is an ungraspable task.

 

* * * *

So many pretending they really know something.

 

* * * *

A still mind is a free mind.

 

* * * *

The missing piece.

 

* * * *

No point reading any of this if you already have your answer.

 

* * * *

There is no happy ending, unless you are perchance that which is unborn-undying.

 

* * * *

The temptation of nirvana hovers in every moment.

 

* * * *

Losing it, one day at a time

 

* * * *

Ultimately, what is worth remembering?

 

* * * *

No story, no matter how real and true, no matter how fantastical, can touch the eternal moment.

 

* * * *

Any story, no matter when written, is only as real as your belief in it.

 

* * * *

It is history that got us into this fine mess, and only detaching from it can get us out.

 

* * * *

There is no past, there is no future, there is only this moment, right here, right now.

 

* * * *

What point feeling sorry for yourself?

 

* * * *

Absurdity is in charge, and madness, its bleak shadow.

 

* * * *

Rarely pays to get in the way of vanity and greed.

 

* * * *

The futility of nothing, always trying to be something, for some, becomes Self-apparent.

 

* * * *

The wonder! The wonder!

 

* * * *

The moment is the fruit of Eden; the tree of knowledge is just a distraction.

 

* * * *

Necessity will out every variety of solution.

 

* * * *

Regarding God and related rumors; that you believe you have figured it, likely means you have not.

 

* * * *

A slow-burn, under-the-radar, revolutionary mein-kampf; very likely to go entirely unnoticed.

 

* * * *

There is no Original Sin; only an Original Flaw

 

* * * *

Fuck that!

 

* * * *

Food and drink begin their gastric journey into shit and pee as soon as they enter your mouth.

 

* * * *

To which so many are chained.

 

* * * *

All we two-leggeds are, is crunchy-chewy-gooey grubs, chock-full of imaginary whimsicality.

 

* * * *

So many ways to fill this mystery theater continuum, if all you are doing is living.

 

* * * *

Unless you are in one of them, there are so many worse places, so many worse times, to be.

 

* * * *

No point holding on to what was neither here nor there in the first place.

 

* * * *

How has the absurdity of dualistic notion, retained any credence at all, in the human paradigm?

 

* * * *

Right here, right now, is a moment within the moment.

 

* * * *

A most obvious truth.

 

* * * *

Easy-peasy to make up whatever deities your imaginary blend of desire and fear require.

 

* * * *

Be ye truth seeker, or lie keeper?

 

* * * *

Truth is not a debate; it is not rhetorical masturbation.

 

* * * *

Push that ethics button as often as you might, it is ever but an imaginary salve.

 

* * * *

Time cannot stop, because it never started.

 

* * * *

The moment is detached, the moment is the detachment, You are the detachment, You are the moment.

 

* * * *

How can anything but a quiet, still, serene mind, truly embrace the eternal moment?

 

* * * *

Entitlement runs deep.

 

* * * *

Seriously, who can be saved, when everything is very much nothing?

 

* * * *

You are but the moment dreaming its Self real.

 

* * * *

You know your calling, your passion, when you would pay to do it.

 

* * * *

Truth is not a dare.

 

* * * *

The mind-body can be its own best friend; the mind-body can be its own worst enemy.

 

* * * *

Check your attachments at the door, please.

 

* * * *

If you want to stop space, to stop time, try stopping your mind.

 

* * * *

Ceaseless judging; that, is what we do.

 

* * * *

Easier to dumb down than it is to grit and gumption up.

 

* * * *

Be your own imaginary best friend.

 

* * * *

How many people really want to spend that much time in anyone else’s mind?

 

* * * *

What will all the progeny go through, for the rest of human history, is a horror-filled ponder.

 

* * * *

Only nothing would be forever, if time existed, if space existed, if anything existed.

 

* * * *

The long sleep of oblivion will be a welcome changeless.

 

* * * *

Nothing need not, nothing cannot, be saved.

 

* * * *

Embrace eternity.

 

* * * *

Most all lives narrow down from vibrant rivers to gurgling streams before it is over.

 

* * * *

Eternal grace is yours for the now-ing.

 

* * * *

Who-what-where-when-why-how, is any other, in the stillness of pure awareness?

 

* * * *

The space-time continuum is but scientific jargon for eternity.

 

* * * *

Quality ... Excellence … Caliber … Competence … in everything you do …  is the best of all polices.

 

* * * *

Conspiracy to one tribe, is but a mission-oriented group consensus to another.

 

* * * *

Best laid plans make the gods on high laugh with glee.

 

* * * *

Prior to all sensations, physical or mental, You are.

 

* * * *

Congratulations, your God is as vain and greedy as you.

 

* * * *

A very original work about a very original mystery.

 

* * * *

What need for rebirth, once you have discerned what you truly are?

 

* * * *

To care what any other thinks of You, why?

 

* * * *

Hard to let go of an edifice, in which so much imagination has been invested.

 

* * * *

This is your moment; embrace it.

 

* * * *

There is far more language available to play with in this time, than was ever accessible to the sages of old.

 

* * * *

Is there anything, more wearing than people who think they are superior than everyone else?

 

* * * *

Nothing has no reality, but what imagination gives it.

 

* * * *

It being a God-eat-God dreamtime, everything is eaten sooner or later.

 

* * * *

What circuitous wander has brought You to this moment, pondering these many thoughts?

 

* * * *

The moment knows no other.

 

* * * *

How many things you coulda-shoulda-woulda done differently? Or the same, in a different way?

 

* * * *

The geeks have taken the human paradigm, have taken the Garden of Gaia, down a dead-end road.

 

* * * *

The next breath could be your last; are you ready?

 

* * * *

Artificial Intelligence is unlimited in all the ways imagination can take it; envy the future, pity the future.

 

* * * *

All so predictable, all so passé.

 

* * * *

An attentive breath wipes clean all the bothers of your imaginary cosmos, your imaginary realm.

 

* * * *

Where else is there to be content, but this very here, this very now, this very moment, this very breath.

 

* * * *

Nothing moves You.

 

* * * *

The Big Bang of Consciousness, creator of infinity, hath no bounds, but death.

 

* * * *

Worldly temptations are many and ever more.

 

* * * *

Just You – very, very, very, exceedingly very, much alone – witnessing Your version of a cosmos.

 

* * * *

Regarding Eternity, You can never stop what never started.

 

* * * *

The unborn-undying eye is within all sentience.

 

* * * *

For there to be good, there must be evil, and that, my friend, is duality in a nutshell.

 

* * * *

Eden did not disappear; You just stopped seeing it.

 

* * * *

And some call it, evolution.

 

* * * *

You are king or queen of your imaginary cosmos; only death can unseat you.

 

* * * *

You will follow, until you find courage enough, to hold the reins.

 

* * * *

Feed ze tongue at your peril.

 

* * * *

Humankind voluntarily surrendered its sovereign sentience to imagination, the great usurper.

 

* * * *

Personal responsibility? What’s that about?

 

* * * *

All belief systems are one imaginary concoction or another, none in any way-shape-form real.

 

* * * *

Ta-da!

 

* * * *

The mystery is only as obvious as any given mind can upstream swim.

 

* * * *

Wisdom comes with a full metal jacket.

 

* * * *

Pay attention to the job description, both written and unwritten.

 

* * * *

A pale blue dot, every moment at war – indivisibly creating, preserving, destroying.

 

* * * *

So much of everything, and yet, so little wisdom, so little contentment.

 

* * * *

Eternity is easily bypassed, by the many who neither see nor hear nor question.

 

* * * *

So much of everything, yet, so little wisdom, so little contentment.

 

* * * *

Meaning and purpose is whatever you make it, if you make it anything at all.

 

* * * *

What point being engaged, being governed, being waylaid, by notions fueled by imagination?

 

* * * *

Pick something you love, and let it kill you.

 

* * * *

The observer is the observed; the observed is the observer.

 

* * * *

Guaranteed, this dreamworld does not care one iota what You think or do.

 

* * * *

What law but his own can bind the explorer of consciousness?

 

* * * *

A go-figure moment.

 

* * * *

Paths to glory, that begin as super highways, often turn into rutted backroads.

 

* * * *

How can a wee mind ever have more than a wee view?

 

* * * *

Every awakening is its own story, its own time, its own space, its own tempo, its own mind, no two alike.

 

* * * *

How sorry I feel for the future's children whenever I pass a playground.

 

* * * *

Free will is an extremely dubious concept.

 

* * * *

How can karma stick to the moment, but through imagination?

 

* * * *

Surrendering to the mystery, to the unknown, to eternity, to the moment, is child’s play.

 

* * * *

The moment has no weight but what the imaginary mind carries through it.

 

* * * *

Awareness has no persona, but what the wind of imagination blows through it.

 

* * * *

What is it to have no other imbedded in your mind?

 

* * * *

… When have You never been? … When will You never be? …

 

* * * *

What the senses, a dollop of gravity, and a little light, hath created.

 

* * * *

Might makes right, and weakness wags its finger.

 

* * * *

What sort of cosmos would it be if time was more than a concept?

 

* * * *

The dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed.

 

* * * *

No matter how many dimensions creation may create, all are of the same mystery.

 

* * * *

Death is not easy to embrace when the clarion of life abounds.

 

* * * *

In the race to extinction, what point, tapping the brakes?

 

* * * *

Avoid troubling your Self.

 

* * * *

Yet another beguiling story of deities and demons, oh joy, oh yawn.

 

* * * *

Doing nothing takes practice.

 

* * * *

Only the spaceless-timeless, unborn-undying, unfathomable-ineffable, are free.

 

* * * *

Mind can be a torture chamber, or a joyful celebration; every moment its own imaginary revelation.

 

* * * *

The old is ever new, and the new, ever old.

 

* * * *

How did that not occur to you before?

 

* * * *

Would You exist, without imagination, imagining it so?

 

* * * *

The eternal is not an every-once-in-a-while thing; it is an every-moment-right-here-right-now thing.

 

* * * *

Attachment to outcomes of any sort it a sure way to flummox the mind.

 

* * * *

God is far too omnipresent, too omniscient, too omnipotent, to be subjugated by any mindset’s storyline.

 

* * * *

Truth is in the remembering; Truth is in the forgetting.

 

* * * *

It is right there, as plain as the nose on your face, if you could see that, either.

 

* * * *

Those who speak do not know.

 

* * * *

An immaculate conception, witnessed through the all-seeing, unborn-undying, eye of awareness.

 

* * * *

Memory is the food bank of vanity.

 

* * * *

Imagination imagines that it is alive, but where is the pudding to prove it?

 

* * * *

A good full breath, contains all the detachment that is needed, to offset the illusionary quantum matrix.

 

* * * *

Time well spent, is mind well dreamed.

 

* * * *

Wander the mountain until you become the mountain.

 

* * * *

Creators generally move on to the next creation well before any applause for the last handiwork.

 

* * * *

There is no end to more; one must simply stop.

 

* * * *

How callously indifferent a mind must become, to harm any fellow earthling great or small.

 

* * * *

Those who know do not speak.

 

* * * *

To see it, to be it, to the unborn-undying of the essential beingness, is the every-moment challenge.

 

* * * *

Only the spaceless-timeless-unborn-undying are free.

 

* * * *

The awareness of every sentient being, a unique translation of the same ineffable mystery.

 

* * * *

Just because it seems real, does not make it real.

 

* * * *

Life is just the mystery, caught in a biological mainframe, full of sentience.

 

* * * *

Drops of wisdom drip-drip-drip from the true mind.

 

* * * *

Any paradigm founded and funded by imagination, only has the reality imagination bequeaths it.

 

* * * *

Superstition is the fallacy, the delusion, the perversity, to which many an irrational mind clings.

 

* * * *

The great silence stills tongues.

 

* * * *

For a paradigm to overcome its irrational limits, would require a cleansing of genocidal proportion.

 

* * * *

The quantum matrix is an ineffable mystery to its common denominator, the one and only nothing.

 

* * * *

How do you hold on to nothing, when there is nothing to hold on to?

 

* * * *

You do need to ask permission to be your Self.

 

* * * *

The unifying principal is supercalifragilisticexpialidociously simple … It is all one … ‘Nuff said.

 

* * * *

Every mind, its own Sisyphean reckoning.

 

* * * *

If someone cannot see the obvious, there is no point arguing about it.

 

* * * *

How can it all go on and on and on, but through the illusions-delusions-absurdities, of vanity and avarice?

 

* * * *

Whose fake new rules the day?

 

* * * *

What, other than imagination, discerns the ultimate truth of anything?

 

* * * *

Nothing to do, and all day to do it.

 

* * * *

You are the same moment, You have always been.

 

* * * *

Daily headlines are the first drafts of tomorrow’s history books.

 

* * * *

Is the quantum stardust God, or is the quantum stardust wafting through God?

 

* * * *

Go ahead, douse the human paradigm with another speculation.

 

* * * *

Another cult, yawn.

 

* * * *

Are you really anything more than an in and out of an ocean of air in the kaleidoscoping moment?

 

* * * *

Another thankless moment springs into action.

 

* * * *

Time is but a wee little concept buried deep in the root ball of imaginary notions.

 

* * * *

New day, new way.

 

* * * *

Maybe you should follow your own advice.

 

* * * *

Awareness is the intelligence; consciousness, the imaginary charioteer.

 

* * * *

Truth is only true to those who subscribe to it.

 

* * * *

What – about the unborn-undying, spaceless, timeless, indelible, ineffable abyss – can ever be known?

 

* * * *

Like cats on a chalkboard.

 

* * * *

How can you ever be late, or in the wrong place, when here now, is the only time and place there is to be.

 

* * * *

You earn the same respect you give, if you are lucky.

 

* * * *

You can only delve as deep as your doubt.

 

* * * *

You shall have no other gods before You.

 

* * * *

The future is now.

 

* * * *

Life is the muse for any creator.

 

* * * *

Will you die with your vanity intact?

 

* * * *

No matter – how big, how mighty, how prosperous, how renowned – they get, all religions are cults.

 

* * * *

Look clearly within, and You will see clearly without.

 

* * * *

Odds are, even that which we call God, by oh-so-many names, does not know how it all came to be.

 

* * * *

Hard to stop a hater from hating.

 

* * * *

The will of destiny marches to its own tune.

 

* * * *

Even that which matters most, matters not.

 

* * * *

If you cannot control your willy-nilly imaginary mind, at least do the favor of not inflicting it on others.

 

* * * *

Nothing does it.

 

* * * *

Regarding counting moments, hard to tag a thing that cannot be seen or heard, and does not shuffle about.

 

* * * *

How seriously we take our imaginary selves, and our relatively brief, narcissistic-hedonistic dreamtimes.

 

* * * *

And in the face of this revelation, vanity is still front and center in all.

 

* * * *

Nothing is greater than any deity real or imagined.

 

* * * *

It has been a good dream.

 

* * * *

What is any seeker, any quester, but the hunter of countless mysteries unknown and unknowable.

 

* * * *

Well, you tried.

 

* * * *

Wisdom is distillation of experience; sympathy and empathy, among its chief fermenting agents.

 

* * * *

How does everything end? ... Badly.

 

* * * *

Another tidbit for the circular file.

 

* * * *

Eternity is like that.

 

* * * *

No, no, no, ten thousand times, no.

 

* * * *

The truth is oblivion; You are oblivion.

 

* * * *

Imagination will always be a wannabe when it comes to being real.

 

* * * *

You, all alone – in a cosmos, a world, a form, a mind, a space, a time, a dream – but never of it.

 

* * * *

How can anyone prove what can never be proven?

 

* * * *

You might be back in Old School any day now; be ready.

 

* * * *

Another day, chasing the clock, racing stoplights, in the rush to oblivion.

 

* * * *

The imaginary mind-body is the only space-time machine, and every two-legged its own timeline.

 

* * * *

Nothing matters; not even nothing.

 

* * * *

Sacks of genetic material – permeated, pervaded, infused, saturated, soaked – in imagination’s matrix.

 

* * * *

Can there be a You, without a body of some dimensional sort?

 

* * * *

The agony of it all creates so many wounds, so many scars, so many tears; why do we do it to ourselves?

 

* * * *

The most elemental-fundamental-essential level is the primordial spirit.

 

* * * *

No one can prove anything.

 

* * * *

Can you change your mind?

 

* * * *

You are not your imagination.

 

* * * *

Delve as deeply as you might, there is no place to arrive.

 

* * * *

You are not anything the mind pretends, not anything the mind portends.

 

* * * *

Details to follow.

 

* * * *

That God knows who-what-where-when-why-how all this is happening, is an unprovable assumption.

 

* * * *

You certainly do cling to your primal fear.

 

* * * *

Truth is but the eternal moment, through which all illusion wafts.

 

* * * *

The ego mind is but a veil, through which the eye of awareness You are, peers; detached, immortal.

 

* * * *

There is not, and has never been – nor will there ever be – any other.

 

* * * *

The morning perch calls its regulars.

 

* * * *

Imagination is the veil of illusion; the patterning, believing itself real.

 

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"It has to be something more," is an unprovable assertion.

 

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To even declare "I Am" is a dubious assertion.

 

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The binds, the Gordian Knot, of human thinking, are many and without end.

 

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Maybe on your deathbed, you will realize how equal to everything you are, have ever been, will ever be.

 

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The blue pill is certainly easier to swallow.

 

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Back on board

 

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What conceptual frameworks have ever touched reality?

 

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It for imagination to decide its fate.

 

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Embrace the futility.

 

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Mathematicians and musicians speak universal languages to which not all minds are privy.

 

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Cloaked in plain-sight nondescript, the king of the world, the king of the cosmos, stands aloof.

 

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And freedom, what is that, really?

 

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Sometimes, you have just got to start all over; perhaps many times.

 

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To realize how alone You truly are, is not a fate many embrace.

 

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The living who are dead, count themselves few.

 

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Yet another shoulda-coulda-woulda moment passes into oblivion.

 

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The awareness, the moment, is church enough, religion enough, for any and all.

 

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Ultimate truth cannot be usurped by the – brittle swords, false shields, broken chariots – of ignorance.

 

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Cheating only cheats the cheater of integrity.

 

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Opting for magical thinking over empirical observation; well, enjoy your delusion.

 

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Unmasking your delusions, is a process not unakin to that of a chick, pecking its way out of its prison.

 

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Tollbooths, at every opportunity, is how it works, for those who play the game.

 

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How absurd to believe your self-absorbed, imaginary mind-body character, is even one iota immortal.

 

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Distraction is the surest restraint.

 

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No matter how much you imagine you know, the unknowable can never be known.

 

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It is all God, including You, figure it out.

 

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The God, so many in imagination project, is really formed and adorned, with their own narcissistic vanity.

 

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Is it real hunger, or just the insatiable quantum mind, choosing between different sensations?

 

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We so love our stories, that a world was built to house them.

 

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Everyone has a cadence, a drumbeat, a heartbeat, to which they diligently march out their destinies.

 

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Speculation is the quagmire of imagination.

 

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Hurry up and wait.

 

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What combination of any words of wisdom, in what moment, will unlock and unleash your cosmic Self?

 

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As magnificent as it imagines itself to be, imagination is but a mortal player, destined for obscurity.

 

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Imagination is always out and about, on the march, on the hunt, questing one thing or another.

 

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All others are but imaginary illusions of the quantum kind.

 

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It's happening again.

 

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It is pride, vanity, generosity, hope, that has written this opus.

 

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Surprised! Surprise!

 

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No one can ever more than speculate, what it takes any given creator, to create.

 

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Democracy is a rather futile attempt to make life fair and equal, for some.

 

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Waiting for Old School to make a comeback.

 

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All we are is crunchy-chewy-gooey with imagination.

 

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A bubble of detachment is a good space to hang.

 

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No need to suffer along with the mind-body.

 

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The history of the mystery, is everything imaginable, and nothing all the while.

 

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How easy to imagine your book the greatest story ever told, when it is the only one you have ever read.

 

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No one else but your little self needs convincing.

 

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Whether it is called good or evil, there are many reasons, why the road less traveled, is less traveled

 

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What possible good does it do, feeling sorry for yourself?

 

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How would any less a vision even be possible?

 

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Why seek forgiveness from any imaginary other, when forgiving your Self is more than enough.

 

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Is it cheating if you are playing a different game?

 

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The blade of discernment has a razor’s edge, that only the very wise, have the wit with which to whittle.

 

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Idolatry and magical thinking tend to lark about hand in hand.

 

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Whenever you totally surrender, it always feels like the first time.

 

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Nothing new under the sun? Well, if it is new to you, how much newer can it get?

 

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Instinct has never been a match, for the will born of imagination.

 

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Heavens and hells are all merely fabricated whims of imagination.

 

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Believing you know something can make for an arduous journey.

 

 

2025