Soundbites


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?


* * * *

The mystery, solved, sort of.


* * * *

What would our ancestors think of our entitled lives, that we wrap ourselves in so much drivel?


* * * *

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.


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Who is not at many times both best friend and worst enemy.


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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.