Soundbites

 

Soundbites

 

 

 2023

 

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Hero or villain or nonentity, everyone has a story, in this quantum stardust dreamtime of consciousness.

The eternal moment, the eternal awareness, the eternal You, is free and clear of any-and-all trespass.

When the edifice of the illusional-delusional mind-body collapses, the You, You are, is all that remains.

Streaming on and on; eternally connected in that ever-and-ever-forever kind of indivisible way.

You came, You saw, You listened, You tasted, You smelled, You touched, You pondered, You departed.

The moment is absolutely unseeable, unhearable, untastable, unsmellable, untouchable, unanythingable.

Mother Earth, Gaia, is just another spinning particle of dust, in the eternal vastness of your imagination.

All the knowledge humankind has ever imagined, is but an infinitesimally tiny speck of the unknown.

There is no groupthink, there is no dogma, there is no priesthood, there is only momentary awareness.

Pretty darned tough for imagination, in its never-ending swirl of space-time, to do anything the same.

What is imagined, can be unimagined; the ever-present moment has a way of forgetting everything.

Cease trying to hold onto everything, cling to everything, recall everything, and, voila, here-now You are.

The quantum mind is a doorway, an entrée to eternity, but you must surrender to your Self to wallow in it.

 

A life of reflection is not for all; more are required to make it possible.

 

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The matrix is an ocean with its life above ground.

 

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

 

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

 

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Please some deity, please your Self, same thing.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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Numbers do not lie; only those who weave them.

 

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

 

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It is okay not to want it all.

 

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Death, life’s cure.

 

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Death, the final cure.

 

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Death, the cure for life.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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Everything lies upon the spectrum of its imagined classification.

 

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The awareness ever still; the quantum matrix ever kaleidoscoping.

 

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Pride lurks in all thought.

 

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Madness amok.

 

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Paradox or irony; chicken or egg.

 

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

 

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

 

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Every moment, your frame of reference expands.

 

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

 

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Irritate the powers that be at your peril.

 

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

 

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

 

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What strange habits of thinking the mind can weave into.

 

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Well, that was badly done.

 

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A mind bent on cruelty has no shortage of means.

 

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

 

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

 

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What lies will truth be spun as this day?

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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The future, imagined, is the past projected.

 

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Realign with nature, or go extinct; very simple.

 

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Hey there, Monkey Breath.

 

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A blob by any other name would be the same.

 

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Unknown looking forward, fate looking back.

 

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

 

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Every culture has its frame of reference.

 

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

 

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Still looking for that miracle cure?

 

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

 

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

 

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Death, the cure for all that ails ya.

 

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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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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?

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

Keep up with what, exactly?

 

* * * *

Aphorisms are born of a knack for putting things succinctly.

 

* * * *

Congratulations if you are a winner in the genetic lottery.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

This is eternity’s moment.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

Alone at last.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

Is there really anything that matters?

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

What makes you believe the Reaper is grim?

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

Breathe into the awareness; breathe out from the awareness.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

Hard to savor a moment already long gone.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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.

 

* * * *

How can a drop of the ocean ever depart it?

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

Plumbing the shallow depths with words that can only tell.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

Staring into the abyss.

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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

 

* * * *

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 the 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.

 

* * * *

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.

 

* * * *

Be and allow, the highest law.

 

* * * *

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 dustball, 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

 

As of August 1st

 

 

There is no groupthink, there is no dogma, there is no priesthood, there is only 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 and means 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 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 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 little it all matters, how 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, You are 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 moment has a way of forgetting everything.

 

* * * *

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, 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 mind is a doorway to eternity, but you must surrender to your Self to discern 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 scratch upon 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 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, is just another spinning particle of dust, in the 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.