Soundbites
Choose war, choose peace, you every moment decide.
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Stare at more walls, breath more mindfully, become the mystery you are.
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Different parts of the jungle have always been off-limits to different dreams.
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How much of the angst and travail of the human drama is about oxygen mismanagement?
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Tradition losing its grip on the future, is that such a bad thing?
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If not now, when?
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The Dittohead Syndrome strikes again.
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When you find that enlightenment thing, be sure to let us know what it is.
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Unplugging is not as easy as it might sound.
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How much more mysterious it truly is than your puny, vain vision can ever devise.
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The decline of entitlement is underway.
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Everyone places their bets sooner or later.
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False gods are a mockery to truth.
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Makest thy Self whole.
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When cultures collide, sometimes they meld; sometimes they decline and forever disappear.
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Try not to pretend to know what you can never know.
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Another day in the Great Usurpation.
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Everything is a bell curve, and we're all playing in different parts of the field.
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Pleasing a master is what slaves and dogs do.
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Natural selection; unnatural selection.
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Eternity and infinity are not units of space and/or time.
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Realize it or not, you are a witness to the mystery.
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What goes up, must come down.
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The lies of imagination are many and without end.
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Just more crap to remember, and forget.
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Consciousness, imagination, dreaming, all the same time-bound movement of mind.
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Where do people come up with this gibberish.
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Alliances have their collective purpose, but alone you are free.
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As well-intended as any teacher may be, there is always room for doubt.
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As perfect as perfect can be.
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The success rate of best guesses can be exceedingly dubious.
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Doubt requires no belief.
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Impromptu theater is all it is.
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Love your Self, if you can find it.
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So long ago, so far away.
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Another day in Webland.
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What a thing to all creaky and cranky and otherwise out of sorts.
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Much more serene to simply ignore your thought, whenever you can manage it.
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Speed is relative in the spectrum between a rock and a light beam.
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You soul is mine, and mine, yours, in the most literal sense.
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Do for your children what you would want done, or not want done, for yourself.
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The brush, the quill, the chisel, the bow, the hammer, the mouse, all have their magic.
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To approach the moment without the taint of memory, that is the challenge.
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Gotta stop sometime, somewhere.
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Sometimes the only way to face the day is to roll over and go back to sleep.
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Same you, no matter the mask.
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Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
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A leaf’s fall is as predetermined as your own.
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Always a fine line.
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The Hydra of Entitlement pops out another head.
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Imagine all it took for these words to evolve into what you now read.
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Frame of reference, rolodex of reference.
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Another day in the Grand Théâtre.
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You are this.
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Ask any tortoise: Slow, little steps will get you there if fast, big ones are not an option.
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Sometimes you have to go through it to see through it.
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How can you not question? How can you not explore?
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Nothing ever begins, nothing ever ends, each and every moment.
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Effortlessness that is forced is not effortlessness.
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Life is the bother between naps.
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It is a big assumption there is a Santa Claus at the helm, much less one that loves anyone.
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Who is not a mix of contradictions?
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The dread of death, the attachment to life, is about not wanting the story to end.
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Nobody will know; nobody will care.
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Is existence really anything more than a bag of chemistry given over to imagination?
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The end of history … is the end of his story, her story, our story, their story, my story, all stories.
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You claim to be this or that, but what you are without the story, is the real story.
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Play out until you pan out.
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Sheeples abound; look in the mirror.
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Name that story.
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The barbarians own the gates.
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If there is nothing to do, do nothing.
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Awareness has no story to be or tell; what story can long hold its attention?
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It was hard to imagine that would be the case.
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Erase the story, and what have you got?
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Not likely anyone is going to care more than you, whether you are alive or dead.
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What is history but stories rippling through minds in ways the storytellers can never imagine.
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All sense of self is a fabrication of imagination, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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God is much more, God is much less, than any word, any play of light and sound.
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The dearth of seers is patently obvious.
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God is never born. God never dies.
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It is in imagination that self is created and vanity rules.
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Discern within and without, and see it all for what it is and is not.
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There is no happy ending.
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The difference between humans and all other creatures small to great, is the lack of a sense of self.
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There is only awareness, through which imagination dreams.
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There is no God but you.
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Can the sense of self, the sense of separation, born of consciousness, ever be sane?
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Humankind takes and takes and takes, and then wants more.
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Existence is a blip, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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Wake the fuck up.
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Awareness, even asleep, is eternally awake.
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Getting old, like it or not, is a journey into the solitude of awareness.
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The only thing personal about the dream is you.
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It is consciousness that moves, not Soul.
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Don’t do Santa Claus.
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Sweet oblivion.
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God is dead, long live God.
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The quantum matrix offers whatever draws, whatever distracts, the churning monkey mind.
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So that’s your fate: Both unpredictable and predictable.
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Every strength has its weakness, every weakness, its strength.
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Enjoy that youth thing.
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Isn’t that special?
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Consciousness: Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
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It is for the future-past to tell.
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That participation trophy really fooled you, didn’t it?
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Both believer and atheist assume they know something they do not, never could, never will.
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Poof given substance is still poof.
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Whose agenda do you play? Yours or another’s?
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There you go, lying to your Self again.
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Trust greed to twist anything and everything it touches.
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Doubt is the key ingredient.
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Would you have remembered that without a photograph or some other coaxing?
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How can an empty sky be pointed out to clouds caught up in the dreams clouds dream?
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But isn’t that the way they say it goes?
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Bow to it, become it.
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The aloneness of the mystery is all-pervading.
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Decisions, decisions.
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Even wisdom is imaginary.
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This cannot be taught.
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Critics are akin to remora fish hanging on, sucking on shark shit.
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Walking the line.
The delusional permutations of imagination are without end.
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You could just tell.
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Every moment remembered, every moment forgotten.
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Laugh while you can, Peter Pan … Wendy is on the hunt … Be afraid … Be very afraid.
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Another day wandering down Trope Lane.
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A man, in all his foolishness, weaves many a price; a man, in all his wisdom, pays many a debt.
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Even Atlas cannot shrug it all off.
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The truth of history is never what you think.
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Men are pack mules for the womb.
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The key to nirvana is forgetting everything; easier said than done.
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The perfect crime is no one knowing it even happened.
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Got so much and still so hungry.
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How flat is flat? How round is round?
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Awareness is the presence through which all dreams abide.
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Be ye keen observer, or dull regurgitator?
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Becoming old and invisible is rough on all.
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It is all figurative.
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The universe is very much alive, such as it is.
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A sage and his fool are not easily parted.
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Pretty hard not to play along in some capacity.
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Does anyone really care about others past what is in it for them?
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Honored among demons; harped among angels.
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Eternity is like that.
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There goes a cluster.
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Awareness, witness to all, bound by none.
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For the lack of a historian, another inglorious moment left un-scribed.
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No creator instantly creates; process is all.
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And the little boy cried wolf no more.
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And will you go to the bitter end, or take the matter into your own hands?
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Everything takes practice.
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It seems real enough at the time.
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What is prior to consciousness? Awareness. What is prior to awareness? Nothing.
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It has no name.
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Best be sure before you open or shut a door.
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Any story only exists for as long as it is remembered.
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Smart phones that are not.
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Hope is akin to believing you can win in Las Vegas.
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Cut to the chase.
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Content, or not content, you decide.
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All evolutionary roads lead to slime.
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Intention is all.
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Always check your work.
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Is anything ever quite the way you think it is.
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Why you have never seen your face is both question and the answer.
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Anonymity can be a harsh judge.
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Troll world.
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The spirit of the pharisee harbors in all times, all geographies, all religions.
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Even tyranny has its justice.
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Books wait patiently detached for any minds seeking to feast on whatever it is they offer.
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Shit happens, and pee and gas, too.
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Your tribe, not your tribe.
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The great hunger paves the road to many a consequence.
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No life to live.
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So full as to be empty, so empty as to be full.
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Another round of the Santa Claus games.
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Tomorrow is never enough for more than a few.
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Another round of collateral damage hits the headlines.
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Will the real Jesus please stand up?
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Desperation is a hardy brew.
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What you were trying to say …
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As amazing as the cosmos is, the mind that created it, is even more so.
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Everyone is on their own is the ultimate truth.
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"If" ... Amazing how big such a little word is.
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To join, or not to join, that is the question.
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Have you seen your face today?
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Process is the goal and the reward.
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A book without plot, without goal, without purpose, without meaning, what is that about?
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Plenty of snake oil salesmen always ready and waiting to give you whatever truth you will swallow.
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In the mirror, in the photograph, in the video, the face you will never see.
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Another day in the war between science and ignorance.
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Keep working on caring less.
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Only vanity believes there is a problem; only vanity believes there is an answer.
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“Will somebody get this guy offstage? He’s killing me.”
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Sometimes you just need to tear it all down and start over.
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Do not stop with just one book; there are plenty more, and maybe written better.
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Can you ever really do more than flail at your fate?
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The vanity in the halls of academia is no less rancid than any other genre collared white or blue.
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Odds are your Jesus is not even close to whoever/ifever he really was.
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Do not make this your only book.
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The eternal space does not care whether it is aligned left, right, or center.
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What is all this babble about but to get you to think, until you are no longer inclined.
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What is an ending but a beginning; what is a beginning but and ending.
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The Holy Trinity: Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy
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More of the same old same old.
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You are not what you imagine your Self to be, have never been, will never be.
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Nope, nope, nope, just ain’t going to happen.
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When did that inner voice get started?
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Meeting the world, the cosmos, the mystery, as it is, is the simplest, most pragmatic way.
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No teaching can happen if the student is not ready, if the ground is not prepared.
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Innocence inevitably loses its way to survival of the mind-body.
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Observe the matrix about you with the same detachment you would any stage or screen play.
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There is no higher power moving you around some chessboard.
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The vanity of time is the realm of any given mind.
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Chances are it is not going to happen unless you make it happen.
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You are it, it is you, there is no other.
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The truth will set you free, if you let it.
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Do not make any metaphor more that it is not, has never been, will never be.
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What is any human existence but a collection of vague traces of a future-past.
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Right here, right now, ever and ever ceaselessly kaleidoscoping in consciousness.
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No, vanity is not all; how can the patter of imagination ever really amount to anything?
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It always comes back to that breath.
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The rabbit hole of consequences can be very deep, very dark, and impossible to escape.
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History is not a reliable source, history is not a reliable judge.
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To chatter, or not to chatter, that is the question.
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How many will you judge today?
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Let it be.
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Life longs for life, as does death.
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Save the world? How? Why?
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It is but vanity that believes its self or anything else matters.
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Thinkers think, dreamers dream, philosophers philosophize, it is what we do.
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Another day begins; into the rabbit hole you go, you go.
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Enjoy your one shot at existence; it is an act of futility be greedy for more.
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From the mystery, to the mystery, take it, leave it, what matter either way?
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What has any other got to do with it?
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Time and space, clouds and sky, consciousness and awareness, where is the separation?
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Yet another false hope to inspire the masses.
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History is replete with characters who take the human story down many a rabbit hole.
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All you hunger for, long for, lust for, ache for, pine for, is but an empty banquet.
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Yet another imaginary feat.
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The serenity of oblivion comes to those who discern it. s
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Aloneness quenches a thirst loneliness never can, never has, never will.
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The rabbit hole of consequences leaves no carrot untasted, however sweet or bitter.
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From the mystery, to the mystery, take it, leave it, what matter either way?
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To be eternally awake is to be that which has no bounds, to be that which is god.
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Another day of anarchy.
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What story is ever completely objective? Is it even possible?
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The Piper is coming; the Piper is here.
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Who’s to judge?
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How can awareness, how can the moment, ever be known?
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Science is not without horror.
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The challenge is to embrace the mystery without the limitations of imagination.
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Yet another lab rat for science bites the dust.
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Do not confuse the vanity of consciousness with the sentience of awareness.
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Truth trumps all.
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Vanity is nothing more than imagination gone askew.
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So many universes from which to reckon oblivion.
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Are you really the one to accuse?
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The great unknowing is a wonderous state of mindless.
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Just one more.
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Every one judges their cosmos in their own unique way.
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Another mountain to climb … (sigh) … (yawn).
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To view anything though a small-minded lens … Why would you? … How could you?
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Hemmed in by the sages of the ages, we are, we are.
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What profit in wisdom?
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Yet another horror story with which the future shall have to contend.
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Another day of cleaning house.
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What matters most is that something is done right, not how long it takes.
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Funny the things we remember.
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Hang tough, little dogie.
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Always a good idea to check the links and other editables.
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All that struggle, for what?
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Easier to see it than it is to live it.
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Another mountain to climb … first the first step … then the second … then the third … then the …
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Curious how easily, how quickly, guardianship gave way to greed.
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Science is a house of horrors.
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Here comes the judge.
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Are you That I Am? Or, This I Am?
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The sovereignty of solitude is one without other, one without rival.
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Who trusts a traitor once the foul deed is accomplished?
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Nature-nurture is a dynamic, a synergy, not one versus another.
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Mind and body and world and cosmos are a simultaneous meld.
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A moving mind is a rote mind.
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You are not your name.
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Any given mind-body and its universe are one in the same.
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What is the common core of this nebulous thing called mental illness, but overwrought self-absorption.
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The hungry monkey is not letting go of that tasty bait in the coconut snare anytime ever.
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Everything changes, nothing changes.
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Your Jesus is a fabrication of your imagination, as is any historical characterization.
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Old School will rise again.
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Another day of lawlessness.
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Breathe in awareness, breathe out awareness.
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Even if only one mind grasped the mystery for what it truly is, that would be one more than enough.
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Being crazy does not make you wrong.
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Don’t quit now.
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What need of deities when imaginary is all they ever are, have ever been, will ever be.
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So many perches from which to gaze out upon the reaches near and far.
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Welcome to Carnivàle Earth.
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One book, many titles.
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Neither a disciple nor prophet be.
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Things were said that never should be said.
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Very inconvenient being born.
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Earn it.
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Not a good time for cowards.
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You are, until you are not.
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Go ask Darwin.
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What would Darwin say?
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The perfect disguise above.
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Yet another gold rush looking for losers.
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Where would time be without manifestation to carry it out?
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Drive out the other.
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The best policy may often be: Get out while the getting’s good.
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A correction is necessary; will it be heard, will it be abided, is another matter.
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How can someone you dislike or fear ever be a true friend?
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Refining the search.
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Everyone – family, friends, acquaintances, foes – is a potential neck for a vampire’s greed.
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To spend your brief existence overly concerned what other think of you, what a waste.
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Free the now.
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Hard to believe how stupid, how insane, how absurd, so many can be.
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Logical or arbitrary, or both, or neither?
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Awareness … namelsss name, worldless world, lightless light, soundless sound, quantumless quantum.
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Eternity or bust
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Holodeck … Holoworld … Holoverse …
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And you did not think of that before, because?
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What you think or do does not need to make sense to anyone.
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The song of godness, the song of awareness, the song of mystery.
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Futility or bust.
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What conclusion can there be, but that there is no conclusion.
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Well, it sort of made sense at the time.
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Are you really the best your ancestors had to offer?
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What calls you?
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How about trying to throw some more gas on that fire?
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Sometimes one, sometimes another, sometimes neither, it does not really matter.
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Everything changes; nothing stays the same.
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Always good policy to re-read it a time or so before you send it.
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Corollaries abound.
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Creation … Preservation … Destruction … everything, nothing, all the while.
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For that which you truly are, there is no name.
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If you are quibbling over details, you may well be missing the point.
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Your end of time is near, and nearer every moment.
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For that which you have greatest passion, time loses meaning.
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Many a talking head is a great spewer of polarization.
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Godness, awarenessk, mystery … same thing.
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No rules in a knife fight, so why should there be any in the mystery?
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So many ways to suffer in this mortal existence.
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You want this, I want that; different minds, different universes.
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Born of illusion, born into illusion; the trick is not to stay there.
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Mother Nature does not take prisoners; at least not until you are born.
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Only vanity could come up with a concept like forever.
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It is all in the mind … those eyes, those ears, that tongue, that nose, that flesh.
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What world, what universe, would there be, without you as witness?
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All assertion is relative.
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The solution will come; you just need to provide the space.
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Who’s the who, who chooses? Consciousness? Or awareness? Or both and neither?
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Nothing calls.
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Same difference, or lack there of.
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The vanity of science is believing all its measurements count for something.
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Generosity of the miserly sort, of the stingy sort, of the tax-deductions sort, is not generosity.
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The indivisible pie lets you play your illusion however you please.
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Oh, the things you wish you had said, or not.
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Life has certainly proven to be pretty darned dangerous.
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Imagine the world without you in it.
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Can anyone be an island early in life?
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Holding out for hope is not the best of strategies.
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You mean, you thought about that already?
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What would Orwell write now?
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Shoulda-coulda-woulda been more; shoulda-coulda-woulda been less.
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Arrogance and ignorance walk hand-in-hand.
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Prior to awareness? 'Tain't no such person nor place nor thing.
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Easier to conquer the universe than it is your Self.
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Can’t save what can't be saved.
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How can nowness of the moment possibly be differentiated?
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So much forgotten, and the day ain’t over yet.
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So, are you ever going to forgive others for your vanity, for your greed?
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Every moment streams you closer and closer to your final fate.
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The universe is but a grain of sand.
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What is so appealing in low light is often far less so in a full glare.
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Only vanity believes anything matters.
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Life, dreamy, touch-feely, three-dimensional illusion that it is, it ain’t all literal, it ain’t all figurative.
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Day ain’t over yet.
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Ain’t no rewind button for the shoulda-coulda-wouldas.
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Mommy, make it go away!
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Ain’t no bargaining with the Reaper.
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Anonymity is the first line of defense; don't be a target.
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Enjoying what you do is meaning and purpose enough.
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War is the Midas touch if ever there was one.
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Saving the world one ass-kicking at a time.
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From perch to perch, all life wanders.
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Hoping against hope generally ain't a winning strategy.
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Aging is about the body getting weaker and weaker, and the mind getting vaguer and vaguer.
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Through the looking glass, again you wander.
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A piece of paper does not for a lick of sense make.
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Changing the world? No, just playing your part.
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The commonality of all mental illnesses is an overconsumption, an overabundance, of self-absorption.
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Awareness without dimension is the ultimate solitude of eternity.
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Survive the daze.
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Neither borrower nor lender be.
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How much easier, how much more efficient, any problem, any project, with the right tools in hand.
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Know the ground, know the context.
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Play the odds of any given game, or walk away and spend your priceless elsewhere.
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What relationship is without politics?
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The mystery, solved, sort of.
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What would our ancestors think of our entitled lives, that we wrap ourselves in so much drivel?
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Life, a continuous conversation with your Self.
* * * *
Those who awaken risk being burned at the stake or being entombed in a garden statue.
* * * *
How quickly so many rush to judgment.
* * * *
Quantum gives, quantum takes.
* * * *
How is it that just being the still awareness of the moment is not enough?
* * * *
Note to Self: Self, I was thinking ...
* * * *
Time and space are imaginary constructs inspired by the illusory world built by the sensory mind.
* * * *
Is it really necessary think about most the things you continuously, repeatedly, think about?
* * * *
Not your motivation.
* * * *
A mind that is coddled will have more trouble in Darwinian fare.
* * * *
Moving down the timeline in flowchart fashion.
* * * *
In the figurative v. literal game, wit and witlessness get equal billing.
* * * *
Awareness is the only constant eternity has to offer.
* * * *
Abandon the problem-solving-problem-making, passion-seeking, trivial pursuit mind.
* * * *
Grok it.
* * * *
Life values life, life endures; death values nothing.
* * * *
The ego mind does not easily give over to oblivion.
* * * *
Disengage as the moment allows.
* * * *
Embrace absurdity.
* * * *
What others think of you, why does it matter so?
* * * *
The karmas of consequence are the hydras of future-past.
* * * *
Try not to make other people’s issues your own.
* * * *
Taking on other people’s problems, making them personal, is a sure road to one perdition or another.
* * * *
Are you able to totally detach, totally disengage, or is it just more words?
* * * *
What is your most priceless wealth? … The next breath.
* * * *
That you are alive as anything more than an imaginary figment, is an imaginary assumption.
* * * *
Cynicism is a shield of righteousness against the absurdities of human consciousness.
* * * *
Who will be the last historian? The last scientist? The last mathematician? The last anything?
* * * *
A good-natured rogue is always a draw.
* * * *
Rational irrationality or irrational rationality, same difference.
* * * *
What more-more-more do you still insatiably thirst for?
* * * *
A higher level of faith is required.
* * * *
Spending your existence jousting windmills of the world and mind, eh?
* * * *
The leader is the one willing to do and say what others cannot or will not.
* * * *
Planning for debacles seems to be a lost art.
* * * *
The leader is the one willing to be and do and say what others cannot or will not.
* * * *
Who the heck thought up that?
* * * *
Identifying with the mind-body is what lost Eden.
* * * *
Another brick in the wall.
* * * *
Haven’t you been lied to enough to know when it’s happening yet again?
* * * *
You really believe that!?
* * * *
The good die young, and the rest ain’t far behind.
* * * *
How we got here, nobody really knows.
* * * *
No questions, no answers, no purpose, no reason, why would there be?
* * * *
Not a good idea to fuck with Mother Nature; she does not take prisoners.
* * * *
Domino by domino, the house of cards falls.
* * * *
The quest for truth is not an exercise in trivial pursuit.
* * * *
Yesterdaze news.
* * * *
Before they were monkeys, your ancestors were slime.
* * * *
Different substance alter in different ways, allowing awareness to witness many facets of one mind.
* * * *
Like any other pleasure, curiosity should be tempered.
* * * *
Consciousness is ever-changing; awareness, ever-changeless.
* * * *
What is language but sound given meaning.
* * * *
Imagine the imagination.
* * * *
Too bad you didn’t think of that first.
* * * *
May as well have never happened.
* * * *
Awareness is eternity, eternity is awareness, the one and only real you.
* * * *
Do the science.
* * * *
There is only now; nothing else really matters for long.
* * * *
Perception is a nature-nurture phenomenon.
* * * *
Think for your Self.
* * * *
Across the world, ignorance is regaining lost ground.
* * * *
In every moment, you are as close to nothing as awareness gets.
* * * *
A good candidate for a Reaper pick-up.
* * * *
Death is an end to something that was just a blip anyway.
* * * *
Why believe in anything?
* * * *
Undo the math.
* * * *
No effort required.
* * * *
Infinity hath no bounds, including you.
* * * *
Speculation is the irrefutable bailiwick of ineffectual thinking.
* * * *
The new normal awakens to another day.
* * * *
Do or die.
* * * *
It is not possible for the mystery to be separate from its creation.
* * * *
How far to wander downrange is the question.
* * * *
Practice effortlessness.
* * * *
The blame game is a predicable outcome to any clusterfuck.
* * * *
In the mind’s great dread, the insecurity of mortal fare.
* * * *
Let go.
* * * *
If there is effort, you are not there yet.
* * * *
Believing your thoughts real and true is the first and last delusion.
* * * *
Industry and technology have done little to make humankind more civilized.
* * * *
Far easier not to gain it than it is to lose it.
* * * *
What is will, what is drive, what is resolve, but primal instinct coated in consciousness.
* * * *
Consciousness … imagination … is the usurper of eternity.
* * * *
How can awareness be involved with or concerned about anything?
* * * *
Love and friendship, hate and animosity, can be such tenuous intrigues.
* * * *
Where is the mind that is without care or concern?
* * * *
A temporal guise.
* * * *
Best not to take yourself too seriously, and your Self, as well.
* * * *
Another taste, another sight, another smell, another taste, another touch … Meh
* * * *
The group mind is a synergy, potentially everything from dark to light, join at your own risk.
* * * *
Read it in a book, heard it in a song, saw it in a movie.
* * * *
Why you keep doing this to your Self is the real mystery.
* * * *
You will look good in a casket.
* * * *
The simpler, the better, usually proves true.
* * * *
Call it what you please; it is only sound, it is only vibration, it is only quantum.
* * * *
Chew your liquids, drink your solids.
* * * *
End times! Yee-hah!
* * * *
Enjoy what you have today; it may not be here tomorrow.
* * * *
Just another lie.
* * * *
Why so curious?
* * * *
How do you stay clean in a muddy stream?
* * * *
Predator may be prey, and prey, predator, in any given circumstance.
* * * *
The ever-accelerating exponential is accelerating exponentially.
* * * *
Keep it absurd.
* * * *
What is the point of this insatiable need to know?
* * * *
To be truly forgiving is to not take offense in the first place.
* * * *
And the band played into the night.
* * * *
Slog on.
* * * *
Gonna be a bloodbath.
* * * *
Don’t fuck with Mother Nature.
* * * *
How is it so many rich people are so impoverished within?
* * * *
Where the tire hits the road.
* * * *
Destiny is dust.
* * * *
That fits.
* * * *
Eyeless eye, earless ears, noseless nose, tongueless tongue, touchless touch, mindless mind.
* * * *
Embrace your fate, or resist it, your destiny will happen just the same.
* * * *
Imagination only dreams it is alive.
* * * *
In the world, and not of it; or in the world, less and less of it.
* * * *
Become your universe, become your awareness, become your absolute.
* * * *
Existence, however it is parsed, is nothing more than a stretch of imagination.
* * * *
Irony and paradox and absurdity rule.
* * * *
Every moment, you are surrounded by countless things you will never know, can never know.
* * * *
You will know.
* * * *
In perfect detachment, you are as free as you can be locked in a mortal shell.
* * * *
Another lesson learned; another lesson forgotten.
* * * *
Remembering the good old daze.
* * * *
They are in your head, and you may perchance be in theirs, too.
* * * *
You are wasting time, and time is wasting you.
* * * *
Imagination is but a swirl of the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., The Great Quantum).
* * * *
Don’t count on it.
* * * *
Fate is like an asshole, everyone has one.
* * * *
In that moment of unknowing, who-what-where-when-why-how are you?
* * * *
Atlas shrugged; you can, too.
* * * *
The centerless center and the pointless point are one in the same.
* * * *
Fifty-thousand-year-old-plus-or-minus software, still churning out jungle persuasion.
* * * *
Can you really help your Self?
* * * *
Life is exploring-wandering-pacing the cage in which your nature-nurture lands.
* * * *
Who, pray tell, is the gold standard for sanity?
* * * *
Another round of the bureaucratic nightmare that the so-called civilized life has become.
* * * *
Remember and forget, back and forth, forth and back.
* * * *
The future-past of human history is the culmination of all destinies.
* * * *
You are both human and divine, both limited and unlimited, both mundane and immaculate.
* * * *
How can you see-hear-touch-taste-feel a dream but through imagination?
* * * *
Truth is truth by any name you care to call it.
* * * *
How can you waste time? How can you waste what does not exist?
* * * *
Life is one very long conversation with your Self.
* * * *
Suffer on, Pilgrim, suffer on.
* * * *
Hell is in the details; heaven, their absence.
* * * *
Imagination only thinks it is alive.
* * * *
Embrace the Dark Side, and it loses its power over you.
* * * *
Curiosity can take you down many a long-and-winding road.
* * * *
You cannot outwit a destiny that cannot be changed.
* * * *
What’s good? What’s bad? What’s worse?
* * * *
Death trumps destiny yet again.
* * * *
There is only one soul, some call it god, and it is one and all … including you.
* * * *
When you dive into a rabbit hole, always a good idea to stay within sight of the entrance.
* * * *
Wisdom percolates from a hankering for truth.
* * * *
How can you prove nothing exists? How can you prove nothing does not exist?
* * * *
Your real wealth is your health; spend it wisely.
* * * *
Whatever you think happened likely did not.
* * * *
There goes another one of them ironic paradoxes, like shots across the bow.
* * * *
It is the concept of god that needs changing.
* * * *
Blue Pill, Red Pill, what is the difference, really, but degrees of vanity?
* * * *
There is nothing to prove, nothing to be, nothing to not be.
* * * *
Another thing you will never know.
* * * *
Think about it.
* * * *
Ignorance is bliss, until it is not.
* * * *
Life, it can be heaven, it can be hell.
* * * *
So full as to be empty; so empty as to be full.
* * * *
Suicide is fate interrupted.
* * * *
Good agnostic that you are, treat aliens like you do God, believe in ‘em when you sees ‘em.
* * * *
The mind is both problem-solver and problem-maker; the challenge is to minimize the latter.
* * * *
Wisdom is the distillation of experiences good to bad, happy to sad, sane to mad.
* * * *
Brainwashing, there ain’t nothing cleansing about it.
* * * *
Some decisions, some doors in the maze, are far more fateful than others.
* * * *
How I see it, how you see it, can never be the same.
* * * *
Esoteric’s the word.
* * * *
It takes great skill to be a successful failure in this world.
* * * *
Very arbitrary, indeed.
* * * *
There is nothing to fathom.
* * * *
Can't win for losing.
* * * *
Become eternity.
* * * *
To be inwardly free of all claims is the challenge.
* * * *
Consciousness (a.k.a., imagination) is about becoming; awareness, being.
* * * *
Being adept with a bludgeon does not make anyone a superior being.
* * * *
There is no yoke in being the mystery you are.
* * * *
Rest assured your first breath will find a way to the last.
* * * *
Dust to dust, unborn, undying, space and time naught but quantum illusion.
* * * *
Aloneness, dive into it.
* * * *
The nature-nurture algorithm cannot be undone.
* * * *
Life, a fatal disease.
* * * *
Whatever the knot is, just cut it.
* * * *
Same old tired feeling.
* * * *
Eternity is your residence.
* * * *
Ditch the yoke.
* * * *
Leave judgment to God.
* * * *
Anything and everything.
* * * *
All there is to know is that you are the mystery of awareness; everything else is imaginary.
* * * *
Much easier to fabricate deities and demons than it is to take personal responsibility.
* * * *
History is only as real as it is remembered.
* * * *
There are no limits to human absurdity.
* * * *
The boat leaking, the rudder broken, the oar lost, and the roaring falls every moment louder.
* * * *
Your destiny is the ever-present moment.
* * * *
Enjoy your own company, be your best friend, even your lover if it suits you.
* * * *
Mother Nature does not take prisoners.
* * * *
The limits to human absurdity have not yet been fathomed.
* * * *
The key to nirvana is the end of you.
* * * *
You must choose to free your Self; no one else can do it for you.
* * * *
The moment happens; only vanity gives it reason and purpose.
* * * *
The fat lady is singing.
* * * *
Numbers were as huge back in the finger-counting daze.
* * * *
It only takes a moment to wipe a smirk off any pride-filled face.
* * * *
You will be forgotten; it will be forgotten.
* * * *
No memory, no imaginary notion, has ever been real.
* * * *
The faces and names change, but the patterns ever remain the same.
* * * *
You know a lot, and know you do not know a lot more.
* * * *
How can you possibly be at all separate from anything?
* * * *
Problem-solvers … Toolmakers … Playmakers … the axis of good and evil, indeed.
* * * *
Self-pity, try not to go there.
* * * *
Wee bullets and bugs can take down any Goliath.
* * * *
What the Fates have in store can never be more than speculated.
* * * *
Wisdom is a form of jet lag.
* * * *
Fulfilling one’s destiny can be filled with agony or ecstasy, you decide.
* * * *
One destiny, all.
* * * *
Who? What? Where? When? Why? How? … For vanity’s sake, of course.
* * * *
In the world … sometimes of it, sometimes not … no worries.
* * * *
There is nothing to know.
* * * *
Imagination is the usurper of eternity.
* * * *
Wrapping your head around self-pity can be a great challenge.
* * * *
Humankind did not have to imagine it the way it has.
* * * *
Awareness is not the third eye; it is the one and only true eye.
* * * *
The future of the human paradigm only grows more absurd by the day.
* * * *
History is only as real as it is given attention.
* * * *
Take it personal, and you will suffer and cause suffering long and hard.
* * * *
All are quantum mechanics of the biological sort.
* * * *
There is where you want it to go, and there is where it is really going.
* * * *
Seeing is not believing.
* * * *
Awareness does not require anything.
* * * *
Other than being witness, the real has no relationship with the imaginary context.
* * * *
Awareness is the one true eye.
* * * *
Be true to your Self.
* * * *
Awareness does not scratch or bleed or burn.
* * * *
Which hook, line, and sinker have you bought into today?
* * * *
How can even one grain of sand not be in compliance with the whole?
* * * *
The mystery is an insoluble mystery, even for the mystery.
* * * *
How can even one grain of sand not be in compliance, in synchronicity, with the whole?
* * * *
You were never born, you will never die, get over it.
* * * *
Universe … Omniverse … Quantaverse.
* * * *
The Roman Way: I See, I Want, I Take.
* * * *
Poor widdle you.
* * * *
Wax on, wax off.
* * * *
And there you are again, imagining yourself real.
* * * *
Strategy and tactics are sharpened through many errors.
* * * *
Accept no premise laced with falsehood or fallacy or absurdity, and you are home, scot-free.
* * * *
How to balance all the perceived unfairness that existence has dealt all.
* * * *
Extremism, whatever the genre, is always inexplicable to the moderate spirit.
* * * *
Human beings do not easily abide differences.
* * * *
One-dimensional, two-dimensional, three-dimensional, four-dimensional, no-dimensional.
* * * *
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity, over and over again.
* * * *
You are the perfect you.
* * * *
How many times have you wished your life away?
* * * *
However you glean the universe about you, accurate information makes for better decisions.
* * * *
Giving attention only to what you want to hear, can be dangerous ground.
* * * *
Hell is in the details; heaven, in their absence.
* * * *
INFINITE MOTIVATION for only $10! Step right up, folks! Step right up!
* * * *
Different day, same monkey.
* * * *
Better a dream than nothing? Or nothing than a dream? Hmm …
* * * *
Time is yours to spend wisely or wastes foolishly as the given dream ordains.
* * * *
Pretenders all.
* * * *
Creator’s remorse.
* * * *
Neither need nor want.
* * * *
What need for respect from dilettantes or fools?
* * * *
Going through the motions, are we?
* * * *
Hope cannot save you.
* * * *
Arrogance is dangerous ground.
* * * *
So many things do not really matter; perhaps none of it if you are of a nihilistic bent.
* * * *
Tough luck being born.
* * * *
Arrogance is very blinding; it digs a shallow grave.
* * * *
Only speculation knows.
* * * *
Guardians have hearts too big not to share with all.
* * * *
As effortless as the mind allows.
* * * *
Breathe away those cares.
* * * *
There you are – right here, right now – fulfilling this imaginary fate.
* * * *
There is only the indelible moment, to which awareness is constant witness.
* * * *
You are forever here now, whatever forever is, whatever here is, whatever now is.
* * * *
The perceptions of the sensory mind-body are all.
* * * *
Your nose looks best on your own face; try keeping it there.
* * * *
Truth: Yours or mine? Hers or his? Theirs or ours?
* * * *
What is history but the play of patterns.
* * * *
Perception is the invention of imagination; speculation, the jester of delusion.
* * * *
To which you are you referring? The imaginary you, or the real You?
* * * *
Patterns within patterns within patterns within patterns within pattern within patterns …
* * * *
Perhaps at some point, it will become less about accumulating than it is about letting go.
* * * *
Both ends of the river are the same river.
* * * *
Don't worry, be happy … may sound somewhat trite ... but is sound advice if you can manage it.
* * * *
As far as words can take it.
* * * *
Nothing is ever all; all is ever nothing.
* * * *
Yet another day to rape and pillage the garden to our wallet’s content.
* * * *
Imaginary universe, imaginary world, imaginary you.
* * * *
Greatness is relative when fueled by mindlessness.
* * * *
No life to live.
* * * *
Recording history accurately an endless, somewhat futile quest.
* * * *
The trilogy of consciousness is me, myself, and I.
* * * *
A very long, long time ago, one of our ancestors picked up a rock …
* * * *
This is where imagination gets you.
* * * *
When you just timelessly are, nothing is done.
* * * *
Why keep filling that noggin with trivia you are going to forget or not remember well.
* * * *
Sometimes, not always.
* * * *
Kick away the ladder.
* * * *
Another day in the Genitalia Wars.
* * * *
It is all talking heads until the pudding is served.
* * * *
Some call it living.
* * * *
Just warm from the kill.
* * * *
To our heart’s content, to our wallet’s content, you mean there is a difference?
* * * *
Everything is nothing, nothing is everything.
* * * *
Naming it only puts off the beingness.
* * * *
Value is in the mind of the beholder; one man’s sand is another’s gold.
* * * *
In any battle, always better to choose the ground if possible.
* * * *
And then what happens?
* * * *
Problems stare you in the face until you see their solutions.
* * * *
Why write a story when the moral is the point and purpose?
* * * *
What a condescending thing it is to label the mystery in any way; even calling it a mystery is vanity.
* * * *
The quantum mirage of time and space is but a neurological phenomenon.
* * * *
In every gold rush, new powers arise.
* * * *
If dallying with imagination is your calling, you likely will not dally long here.
* * * *
Everything is a trade-off.
* * * *
That wasn’t the plan, but oh well and c’est la vie.
* * * *
Unintended consequences are a whack-a-mole reality in the cause-and-effect game.
* * * *
So many rewinds, were it possible.
* * * *
To observe without desire, without passion, is the challenge of the ever-hungry mind.
* * * *
Yet another wander down memory lane.
* * * *
Truth was trampled in the scuffle a long, long time ago.
* * * *
Never go shopping with a pinky ring.
* * * *
Whether a world, a universe, or a dimension, all are of the same quantum dream.
* * * *
Awareness is all and none; what more to say?
* * * *
Break through the fog of conditioned thinking.
* * * *
Breaking through the fog of conditional thinking is easier than you think.
* * * *
Awareness is the intelligence of eternity.
* * * *
Too many straws in the milkshake.
* * * *
Ruling out what is not true requires a steadfast inner eye.
* * * *
Perfect beingness is the mind-body given over to the eternal awareness of the given moment.
* * * *
Too late is too late.
* * * *
It is through your own vanity, corruption, and limitation, that you discern clearly what is true.
* * * *
What book or journal or movie or memory can ever catch any historical event accurately?
* * * *
What is conquest but home invasion with flags and marching to the beat of drums.
* * * *
Save the world? Hah! Don’t waste your time.
* * * *
Let time tell someone else.
* * * *
Regarding blubber: Harder to lose it than it is not to gain it in the first place.
* * * *
The space-time continuum is but an illusion of the electromagnetic spectrum.
* * * *
Only imagination gets interested or bored.
* * * *
Even Jesus cannot save you from yourself.
* * * *
So much effort into that which is effortlessness itself.
* * * *
What is death but the end to vanity.
* * * *
All good times, all bad times, come to an end sooner or later.
* * * *
Break the rocks, or they will break you.
* * * *
You own nothing, least of all your own face.
* * * *
Health is your only wealth, and all become paupers sooner or later.
* * * *
Absurdity in, absurdity out; logic in, logic out.
* * * *
How insatiable is your hunger?
* * * *
Doubt is the fuel that drives the engine down the road less traveled.
* * * *
You do not have to do anything.
* * * *
Family is only sometimes what it is cracked up to be.
* * * *
The greatest moments of creation and destruction are while the iron is hot.
* * * *
And what of it?
* * * *
There you go thinking again.
* * * *
Prior to all the passions of consciousness, you, awareness, are.
* * * *
Even the greatest writings are only ladders to be kicked away.
* * * *
The end to seeking comes when insight empties the cup.
* * * *
Discern that in which even wisdom loses its hold.
* * * *
You can always count on the next moment being very different very much the same.
* * * *
Whatever you imagine it to be, it is and is not.
* * * *
Life is chock-full of bad decisions with resounding consequences.
* * * *
Double-check, always double-check.
* * * *
Imagination is just imagination no matter how well-imagined it may be.
* * * *
So many people, so many places, so many adventures.
* * * *
What’s the word?
* * * *
Be ever watchful, ever detached, ever fearless, ever open, both without and within.
* * * *
Back to where it all started.
* * * *
Humankind reveres its stories; their wisdom, only so much.
* * * *
It is all gossip.
* * * *
Wisdom is the harvest of attention; serenity, the fruit of awareness.
* * * *
Perhaps try it the other way around.
* * * *
The story’s in the muse.
* * * *
The human paradigm is a collusion of imaginary scale.
* * * *
Even the most determined seekers are often beguiled by one distraction or another.
* * * *
It all comes together sooner or later, sort of.
* * * *
Adventures happen.
* * * *
Just another day in the human debacle.
* * * *
What is left that can sate the incessant craving of a weary mind?
* * * *
Tomorrow never comes but as today.
* * * *
Another opportunity for a little home time.
* * * *
And the drop tarried.
* * * *
Idolatry is not, has never been, will never be, truth.
* * * *
And awareness stirred.
* * * *
You are the unborn-undying awareness prior to consciousness and all its imaginary whims.
* * * *
If there is nothing to do, do it well.
* * * *
In every moment, are you born and dying? Or unborn and undying? Who’s looking?
* * * *
Eternal life, eternal death, same thing, same moment.
* * * *
Awareness is the sentience in all things animate; the potential in all things inanimate.
* * * *
The world you have created is your own very much alone.
* * * *
Gone before you know it.
* * * *
Cause and effect, timeless as it is, is the road down which all journey.
* * * *
Speculation is not truth; it is all speculation.
* * * *
Look where your dick landed you this time.
* * * *
There is neither time nor space enough in awareness for you to exist.
* * * *
Let the critics debate the details; it is their wannabe hell.
* * * *
Awareness is prior to consciousness; there is no prior to awareness.
* * * *
It is all the make-believe of vanity, the whole shebang, the whole enchilada.
* * * *
Trading one catechism for another is not a liberating path.
* * * *
Your play of identity, your vanity, is but a ruse of consciousness.
* * * *
Is it eternal life? Or eternal unborn-undying awareness?
* * * *
Give it up.
* * * *
Awareness is this moment; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
There is nothing to achieve; eternity is all.
* * * *
Why postpone the inevitable?
* * * *
Better to be speculated a fool than open your mouth and confirm it.
* * * *
What more do you want?
* * * *
Growing old is about all the things you used to be able to do.
* * * *
Just another distracting detour.
* * * *
He who is first is not necessarily best.
* * * *
There are no consequences in awareness.
* * * *
Women are tied to the world, to the mundane, to the illusion, by their wombs.
* * * *
A busy mind is not a free mind.
* * * * *
All is not lost until it is lost.
* * * *
Awareness is the first and the last, the most and least it can ever be.
* * * *
How determined, how obligated, how curious are you, to witness tomorrow’s sunrise?
* * * *
No one can really know more than they can imagine remembering.
* * * *
Sand and gold, what difference, really?
* * * *
It is less about wrapping your head around it, than it is unwrapping your head in it.
* * * *
Is it really your mind? Your body? Your soul? Who's the who, who owns anything?
* * * *
The end of desire is the end of sorrow.
* * * *
Whether or not you accurately translate what was written is not the author’s burden.
* * * *
It is all talk until it is not.
* * * *
Hard to remember how you did all that.
* * * *
A good day to live, a good day to die, what, pray tell, is the difference?
* * * *
Pregnant words are prone to miscarriage.
* * * *
Knowledge is trivial pursuit without the critical thinking that connects the dots.
* * * *
Problem solved.
* * * *
Is happiness any more than a pleasant blend of chemistry?
* * * *
There is no before awareness, there is no after awareness, there is only awareness.
* * * *
Commitment is a trap of a voluntary nature.
* * * *
And what has any critic created that would withstand the claw and fang of the parasitic brethren?
* * * *
What a load of crap.
* * * *
Where would humankind be without its storytellers?
* * * *
Freedom beckons those with eyes that see and ears that hear.
* * * *
So many things we wish had said; so many things we wish we had not.
* * * *
Let it all go.
* * * *
Imagination can only take you so far.
* * * *
In the aging process, so many things that were once of interest turn into once-upon-a-time.
* * * *
Yet another tire-kicking, looky-loo seeker.
* * * *
Hard to remember; hard to forget.
* * * *
We are all limited by, bound up, trapped in, our words.
* * * *
Talk is cheap, and many if not most are misers.
* * * *
A busy mind deflects eternity.
* * * *
Yet another unanchored assumption.
* * * *
Where knowledge ends, awareness reigns absolute.
* * * *
The plight of humankind was in play long before we were scrambling in the tree-tops.
* * * *
Is there anyone without an agenda?
* * * *
Rediscover the eyes you had before imagination took root.
* * * *
You can kill the mind-body, but you cannot kill your unborn-undying Self.
* * * *
It is a mystery, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
The challenge is letting go of everything; do it now, or at death’s door, no matter.
* * * *
Awareness trumps all idolatry.
* * * *
How often no answer can be the best answer.
* * * *
Putter on.
* * * *
There is no need for a supreme being; the mystery is quite capable on its own.
* * * *
Speculation is not knowledge.
* * * *
No need to keep seeking that which you have already found.
* * * *
Do you abide in whatever existence you are cast, or whatever existence calls you?
* * * *
Good health is your only real wealth.
* * * *
Everything born dies; the only question is who will bury who?
* * * *
Imagination believes it lives; imagination believes it dies.
* * * *
You are eternity cloaked in vanity.
* * * *
So many things you cannot know; no point giving yourself a headache over it all.
* * * *
Awareness is the omniscient voyeur.
* * * *
And when has rushing about willy-nilly really ever gotten you anywhere?
* * * *
You are the mystery you seek; discern it and the quest ends.
* * * *
The pain of existence just does not let up, and detachment only offers so much salve.
* * * *
So much suffering everywhere, and when it comes to giving, all have different causes that call them.
* * * *
You are it, it is you, it is that simple.
* * * *
What we have done to our garden is a horror story, and the future will be forever disfigured by it.
* * * *
We cannot stop ourselves from killing off the host any more than any cancer can.
* * * *
Too late to fake that one.
* * * *
More willy-nilly time ahead.
* * * *
More was not necessary.
* * * *
Who would ever come up with all this religious mumbo-jumbo gobbledygook on their own?
* * * *
No fun looking down the tunnel ahead watching the lights dim.
* * * *
Ever mind its own climate.
* * * *
What is old age but spending more and more time just trying to stay alive and pain-free.
* * * *
Still the mind, and what questions, what answers, matter?
* * * *
In time, you cannot go back, you can only stream on.
* * * *
Seeking who-what-where-when-why-how answers runs the gamut, the gauntlet, of speculation.
* * * *
Nothing to become, everything to unbecome.
* * * *
How long can any desire hold fast if you totally give yourself over to it?
* * * *
The vanity trap has been the burden of human consciousness since little self took root.
* * * *
How it was before is but nostalgia filled with reminiscence, wistfulness, longing, and melancholy.
* * * *
No place to arrive, no goal to achieve, no chore to complete, no glory to gain, awareness is.
* * * *
Existence as it is known is nothing more than memory, even as it is happening.
* * * *
How can you fill an empty cup?
* * * *
Eternity rules.
* * * *
The human paradigm is a delusional infatuation with its own imagination.
* * * *
Judge as you will, your vanity matters not.
* * * *
Ethics and aesthetics are so subjective as to not be worth more than trifling discourse.
* * * *
The mind is imagination’s playground.
* * * *
Prior to sight, prior to sound, prior to taste, prior to smell, prior to touch, awareness is.
* * * *
Ever-aging body, ever-aging mind, never-aging mystery.
* * * *
Words, words, words … Sounds given meaning … All signifying nothing.
* * * *
Nature is nature, nobody owns it, nobody owns anything.
* * * *
Vengeance is vanity’s cold delight; justice is a jury’s revenge.
* * * *
All religion is just as vain, just as narcissistic, just as hedonistic, as any other human enterprise.
* * * *
The facade of civility daily grows more brittle.
* * * *
Watch your words.
* * * *
The many are not without the one; the one is just fine all alone.
* * * *
Many things can be perceived many ways; quick conclusions are prone to error.
* * * *
Speculation abounds.
* * * *
Is it possible to feel happiness or sorrow or any other passion if you are totally present?
* * * *
Take a break, figure it out another day.
* * * *
Consciousness is born and dies; awareness is unborn-undying.
* * * *
Imaginary worlds, imaginary minds.
* * * *
Scientists measure, philosophers describe, monks meditate, so many ways to explore the mystery.
* * * *
Do not burn bridges if you do not need to.
* * * *
So many guises to this mystery.
* * * *
Awareness is prior to consciousness, prior to all quantum dimensions, all electromagnetic creations.
* * * *
You are bound by nothing but imagination.
* * * *
The sun does not care.
* * * *
Just do it ... Don't ask, don't tell.
* * * *
Natural Law supersedes any and all human concoctions.
* * * *
And the glint of a Nobel Peace Prize in their greedy little eyes.
* * * *
How rich the one who wants little; how poor the one who never has enough.
* * * *
It is consciousness that suffers, it is imagination that suffers, not awareness.
* * * *
A collusion of imaginary proportion.
* * * *
What is vanity but narcissism and hedonism running amok in the playground of greed.
* * * *
Depression is a hole well worth exiting as quickly as possible.
* * * *
Now, see if you can find another way to read it.
* * * *
Neither deities nor demons have much use for philosophers.
* * * *
Are you astute enough, worthy enough, to be conscious container, conscious witness, of all creation?
* * * *
To live without thought oi yesterday or tomorrow, is not as easy as you might wish.
* * * *
All lives are death sentences, really, some a tad shorter, some a tad longer.
* * * *
Is your cup overflowing or empty?
* * * *
You are the unborn-undying awareness; everything else is imaginary.
* * * *
If it requires belief, it is not truth.
* * * *
A disease called life.
* * * *
Less a belief system than a seeing dynamic.
* * * *
Consciousness ponders, consciousness wants, consciousness cares; awareness, not so much.
* * * *
Curiosity don’t just kill cats.
* * * *
Another day of in the world, and not of it.
* * * *
Each moment is its own reckoning.
* * * *
Do not for a moment think any creature has ever, or will ever, see the quantum mystery the same.
* * * *
All good times must end sometime, as must the bad ones, as well.
* * * *
Hear! Hear!
* * * *
Who’s savage? Who’s civilized? Answers vary according to circumstance.
* * * *
Just do it.
* * * *
Don’t ask, don’t tell.
* * * *
The Great Quantum strikes again.
* * * *
No need to make it more than it is.
* * * *
You are your own student, your own teacher, in this Don Quixote inquiry into irony and paradox.
* * * *
Finally figured it out, eh?
* * * *
The state of the world is but a dreamer’s dream.
* * * *
Every life departed likely full of unfinished projects, not all neatly wrapped.
* * * *
It is all about context.
* * * *
World weariness is a trap of its own, not an easy one to leave behind.
* * * *
Good or evil, modest or vain, rich or poor, sage or fool, fate holds none aloft.
* * * *
You never know who is ready to awaken, or to what degree.
* * * *
You cannot change your fate, you cannot avoid your fate.
* * * *
The sum of humankind adds up to nothing.
* * * *
Life offers many adventures for you to accept or decline as the moment allows.
* * * *
What possible point is there in you knowing that?
* * * *
Clocks may go round and round, but eternity is ever still.
* * * *
Oh, ye of little doubt
* * * *
Life is tough in the slow lane.
* * * *
What is eternal life but a mind given over to the awareness prior to consciousness.
* * * *
Live and learn, die anyway.
* * * *
Who is master? Awareness or imagination? Eternity or consciousness?
* * * *
There are a lot worse places to live.
* * * *
This ain’t no melting pot, this is an uncooked stew.
* * * *
You are the center of your world, your universe.
* * * *
Metaphors abound.
* * * *
Assumptions can kill ya.
* * * *
The path of least resistance is a harbor of its own.
* * * *
Imagination takes itself so seriously.
* * * *
A temporal affair.
* * * *
Why would you praise any god that did this to you?
* * * *
A different bittersweet
* * * *
Happy daze.
* * * *
Does time really go any direction?
* * * *
Curiosity is not easily abated; consciousness ever yearns for more.
* * * *
Can’t prove a thing, really.
* * * *
Why wait to go out on a bad day?
* * * *
That which was so strong and vibrant in youth, becomes but a scarred and listless thing in old age.
* * * *
Gotta be born somewhere.
* * * *
Suicide is less about killing your Self than it is removing the mask and all it pretends.
* * * *
Statistics can never skip a beat weaving both great truths and great untruths.
* * * *
It is only as real as you believe it.
* * * *
War always needs cannon fodder.
* * * *
It is a litigious cover your ass world.
* * * *
If your sense of god does not include you, best look again, Pilgrim.
* * * *
Wandering a dream.
* * * *
Do you conquer the mountain, or does the mountain conquer you?
* * * *
Religion is what middlemen and followers do.
* * * *
Solutions generally become apparent when problems are seen clearly.
* * * *
Just because you did something yesterday does not mean you have to do it today or next year.
* * * *
Laugh if you can, cry if you must, what are joy and sorrow but secular states.
* * * *
Who Sleeps? Who wakes? Who knows?
* * * *
It is tough being born; it is even tougher if you are a cartoon.
* * * *
little self, Big Self, which are you here now?
* * * *
How to say it?
* * * *
The intensity of self-absorption is the suffering.
* * * *
Santa Claus need not apply.
* * * *
Do you know enough to know how little you know?
* * * *
Your Mommy doesn’t live here.
* * * *
When just being is not enough, when more is not enough, ambition and greed rule.
* * * *
The insanity of humanity.
* * * *
Who who’s? Who what’s? Who where’s? Who when’s? Who why’s? Who how’s?
* * * *
In the moment, in pure awareness, you do not exist.
* * * *
Just because billions of people believe something delusional does not make it any less absurd.
* * * *
Die, and the whole world, the whole cosmos, dies with you.
* * * *
Brainwashing, nothing cleansing about it.
* * * *
Humankind’s genetic fascination with flesh and bodily fluids makes for every variety of delusion.
* * * *
Regarding inquiry into this mystery, only the courageous need apply.
* * * *
To forget or not to forget, that is the question.
* * * *
The order of chaos rules.
* * * *
Nothing has ever touched the real you; only that which is consciousness thinks and feels.
* * * *
Not easy to win in this game.
* * * *
The source of vanity is imagining self to be real.
* * * *
Discern that awareness in the dream-weaving mind where time ceases and space dissolves.
* * * *
Lots and lots of memories; let them all go in one fell swoop.
* * * *
The vanity to which all cling, despite all speculations to the contrary, is a one-shot deal.
* * * *
A poor memory is not necessarily a bad thing.
* * * *
This is a boggling mystery, why give it a name?
* * * *
The wind of imagination is the weaver of the delusion.
* * * *
Better late than never, better now than forever.
* * * *
Prayer, the ultimate insult to real faith.
* * * *
The vanity of religion is unending and without respite.
* * * *
Well, wrongo-bongo, Kiddo.
* * * *
Guaranteed, your version of self-importance is not.
* * * *
Death while living is what seers across time have called the ecstatic union.
* * * *
Go where everything is forgotten.
* * * *
Those who consider themselves religious authorities are charlatans upon the podium of absurdity.
* * * *
Rest assured you will be forgotten like all the rest; anonymity is eternity’s guarantee.
* * * *
No persuasion is required in the perception of truth.
* * * *
How is it any more or less vain to commend something than it is to condemn it?
* * * *
Existence is the time machine of eternity.
* * * *
Another curse.
* * * *
Lose the whiney voice.
* * * *
Prolonging the inevitable one breath at a time.
* * * *
Subtleties within subtleties are the order of any given moment.
* * * *
Yet another day in Perdition.
* * * *
Any given life is chock-full of miscalculations that lend themselves to the fated endgame.
* * * *
Enjoy in as much joy as you can muster.
* * * *
As old as old is.
* * * *
If you cannot do something, do nothing.
* * * *
Are you really any more than a lifetime’s collection of habits?
* * * *
Pleasure is the absence of pain; peace, the absence of detail.
* * * *
May as well stop talking to your Self; you know what you are going to say.
* * * *
Why debate the obvious?
* * * *
What is young, what is old, in the realm of the quantum enigma?
* * * *
Prior to consciousness, prior to memory, prior to imagination, prior to pride, you are.
* * * *
All sense of obligation is the creation of the other, to which you daily choose to subscribe, or not.
* * * *
Only imagination exists, you do not.
* * * *
Attached to self, to tribe, to geography, to history? Why?
* * * *
Another day in the race against futility.
* * * *
Taking metaphors literally is the trap into which superstitious minds inevitably fall.
* * * *
What would you do if all your questions were answered?
* * * *
Challenging to feel heroic all the time.
* * * *
Superior, eh? We shall see.
* * * *
Sentimentality, what a snare.
* * * *
What is called existence is really nothing more than the past tense of imagination fueled by pride.
* * * *
What’s your treasure?
* * * *
The mountain is rife with paths of every variety imaginable.
* * * *
Wallowing in despair, as tempting as it is, gets you nowhere all too quickly.
* * * *
More is not enough, enough is not more.
* * * *
As if it never happened.
* * * *
Sage this.
* * * *
Every mind-body has its own cross to bear.
* * * *
Dispatch all notions of deities, of superstitious and magical thinking, and live free.
* * * *
Awareness is all, all is awareness.
* * * *
Consciousness is imagination is dreamtime.
* * * *
No word matters in the realm of eternal awareness to which you are sovereign.
* * * *
Do you really want to go there?
* * * *
Abide in the awareness where contentment reigns.
* * * *
The mind is easily astray in the metaphorical dance.
* * * *
Just enough.
* * * *
Lying to your Self again, are we?
* * * *
The ebb and flow of pride is the human paradigm in a nutshell.
* * * *
Assume 42 is the answer, and get on with it.
* * * *
Do not allow the delusions of others to sway or cloud your clarity.
* * * *
There are neither sages nor seekers in the realm of awareness.
* * * *
Yes, it is all one, but only religious dogmas bother to name and wage war over it.
* * * *
The bliss of travel is leaving behind the day-to-day weights and measures.
* * * *
Living a long life is nothing to write home about.
* * * *
So, you are still a seeker seeking the mystery right behind your eyes.
* * * *
Picture, picture, on the wall, who’s the baddest enemy of all?
* * * *
There goes another real moment that can never be known.
* * * *
The freezer door is open.
* * * *
How's the race with dirt doing this fine day?
* * * *
How many things you have done that you never need to do again.
* * * *
It works well enough for plebeian fare.
* * * *
Is it grim if it is true?
* * * *
Another moment imagination can only pretend to know.
* * * *
So, what are you up to this fine day in your dream of time?
* * * *
Yup, that’s where you put it.
* * * *
Imaginary notion is the drivetrain of every human mind.
* * * *
Seeing things as they are what a challenge.
* * * *
History is awash in every conceivable variety of imaginary notion.
* * * *
Going through the motions.
* * * *
Toga or three-piece suit, the patterns are the same.
* * * *
There are no rights; life itself is an entitlement.
* * * *
No frames, no boundaries.
* * * *
What is the bad flavor this month?
* * * *
Saving the world one moment at a time.
* * * *
What’s happening, Dreamer?
* * * *
Watch and wait, do not anticipate.
* * * *
Pretenders pretend because for the sake of others.
* * * *
All who join any group give themselves over to the delusion of the group mind.
* * * *
Imagination wins out until the simplicity of merely breathing, merely being, carries the moment.
* * * *
Anyone or anything can be thrown under the cart or to the wolves when self-interest comes to bear.
* * * *
Logic and rationality have a tendency to rule only in logical and rational minds.
* * * *
Going through the motions.
* * * *
Needs research.
* * * *
Not quite as superior as one; not quite as humble as another, vanity rules.
* * * *
Keeping it real.
* * * *
Death and taxes are only a thin slice of the bother existence offers.
* * * *
Before you can think about it.
* * * *
Fashion any earthling into a beast, and you can do whatever you will to it.
* * * *
The point is there is no point.
* * * *
A few moments, good or ill, is all it takes to change an existence forever.
* * * *
How is it the unpretentious, compassionate, openhanded existence is so undervalued as heroic?
* * * *
And then there was nothing but what nothing could do.
* * * *
Expectations are the root of all disappointment.
* * * *
These modern times.
* * * *
Perhaps it will make sense another day.
* * * *
True science must withstand the influence of politics and funding.
* * * *
Where all futures end.
* * * *
Superstition is a mainstay of the human paradigm, in the face of which science is powerless.
* * * *
Is it possible to exist in this world without vanity? is a question for the ages.
* * * *
Life is what happens between naps.
* * * *
Taking things as they are is one of the greater challenges.
* * * *
Awareness, without concern, without attachment, allows whatever imagination wills.
* * * *
What will you suffer for another breath?
* * * *
The dull blade of mediocrity endures only because it suffers nothing sharper.
* * * *
Likely, a goodly number of people you have known are already dead.
* * * *
If you believe humanity’s endless parade of deities and dogmas mean anything, guess again.
* * * *
How can you persuade anyone of the truth they refuse to discern?
* * * *
Cause and Effect are a consequential duo.
* * * *
Love is an enticing mirage.
* * * *
There you are.
* * * *
Which tomorrow shall it be?
* * * *
Full enough to be empty, empty enough to be full.
* * * *
Always comparing apples and oranges, why?
* * * *
One thing after another.
* * * *
What hope does nature have once it is designated a resource?
* * * *
What becomes of beehives or ant colonies that cease to work for the greater good?
* * * *
Batten down them hatches.
* * * *
What is old age but dollop after dollop of bother.
* * * *
If there is some sort of supreme deity, then he/she/it has a lot to answer for.
* * * *
The Reaper will show up in a moment very much like this one.
* * * *
The delusions of magical thinking are many and without end.
* * * *
Life is a marathon, not a sprint.
* * * *
Tied that knot a little too tight, eh?
* * * *
No meeting was ever too short.
* * * *
The dead are free; the living must endure.
* * * *
Somebody else got that dream.
* * * *
It comes and goes without saying.
* * * *
Free at last.
* * * *
There is no accounting for absurdity.
* * * *
A plan, finally!
* * * *
Delve into the aloneness; it is you.
* * * *
Awareness is neither heart nor mind, nor any other imaginary notion.
* * * *
Find your tabula rasa, discern your pu, your unworked wood.
* * * *
What a lucky man he was.
* * * *
Always expect the unexpected.
* * * *
The superstitious mind is a lazy mind.
* * * *
Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.
* * * *
Who could have predicted that?
* * * *
You knew that was going to happen.
* * * *
Loneliness is but a concoction of the mind’s unswerving need for more.
* * * *
A thing for things.
* * * *
Education does not for intelligence make.
* * * *
It might have even been intentional.
* * * *
If you are a millennial, no worries, we have learned not to expect too much.
* * * *
All or nothing.
* * * *
How difficult for the imaginary mind to remain still.
* * * *
You are a front and center part of the majesty; no need to create deities and dogma.
* * * *
Yet another way of putting it.
* * * *
Patterns unending.
* * * *
Who could have foreseen that?
* * * *
No point envying another’s dream; play out the hand you have been dealt.
* * * *
A meeting has to be awfully worthwhile to be better than no meeting at all.
* * * *
All are first and last who see the unknowable mystery within all things.
* * * *
To be born is to die every moment until the vessel finally gives way to one mortal end or another.
* * * *
The cosmic mind is yours to discover if you are capable of letting everything go.
* * * *
Anatomy and character are the sculptors of destiny.
* * * *
Sometimes you have to take the pain.
* * * *
Why bother?
* * * *
Embrace death, it is life’s ever-present companion.
* * * *
What is history but an imaginary context that orchestrates a future.
* * * *
Just another item on a bulletin board.
* * * *
Clinched fist, open hand, circumstance is all.
* * * *
A brand-spanking-new discovery every time.
* * * *
No way to know that.
* * * *
You call this a plan?
* * * *
Fairytales do not for truth make.
* * * *
History is an indifferent taskmaster.
* * * *
Who is not at many times both best friend and worst enemy.
* * * *
The last vanity is believing you are enlightened.
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What we endure just to see another day.
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If you have tasted something once, you have tasted it a thousand times.
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Good attitude, bad attitude, your choice.
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Pure laziness.
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How challenging to perceive a bubble before it bursts.
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Death is an equal-opportunity reaper.
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Keeping up with it all, what a chore.
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Old age is about enduring fellow withereds always complaining about their declining health.
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Sometimes so huge, sometimes so small.
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What were you thinking!?
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The entire human drama is nothing more than mental illness born of genetic engineering.
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The greatest story ever told? Nah, maybe the greatest scam.
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No one wants to hear it.
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All are comrades in quantum.
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Count your limitations, they are many and not far between.
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How you end your window of time is the final pattern.
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Count your blessings, they will end.
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Nothing you need see, nothing you need do, nothing you need be, oblivion beckons.
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Who is today’s king of the mountain?
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The Difference Between Black and White is a state of mind.
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Only the dead know the end of all things imaginary.
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Yet another example of absurdity infinitum.
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Imagination frolics willy-nilly in the forebrain theater.
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Dead is dead, how is for the living to bother about.