Soundbites
The moment cannot be any more or less than it is and is not.
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No word can ever touch much less capture the reality of any given moment.
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Sometimes, if not most times, simple solutions are the best.
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The human paradigm is going down; how fast or slow is the only question.
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Religion is human vanity given over to absurd quibbling in much-ado-over-nothing fashion.
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You cannot hold on to anything; all attempts are futile.
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Why always make so many things into problems?
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Long live Peter Pan.
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Stormy mind versus placid mind, who decides?
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What’s your poison?
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To journey where these thoughts point requires a doubt few can long sustain.
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In the realm of more, nothing is not allowed.
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You want to travel across the universe? Try reaching the inside of your skull.
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Bits and pieces of happenstance do for a life make.
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Imagination ever takes flight, ever creating its imaginary cosmos.
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The best-laid plans are steeped in fluidity.
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What is the human paradigm but a collusion of the human mind.
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If he was a serial killer, he got away with it.
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Who knows, this may be the last time you do that.
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How is it so many relatively intelligent, rational people still believe in magical thinking?
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There is no more; this is all there is.
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Awareness is all, and timelessly awaits your presence.
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The challenge is keeping that game face on when you are alone in the dark.
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Great foolery does not make for easy living.
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Peter Pan does not do old.
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How on earth can that ever be true?
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Try not to take yourself or your Self so seriously.
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Words are mightier than swords and guns as long as they remain in scabbards and holsters.
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Feeding daisies is as happy an ending as you are going to get.
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So many deities come and gone.
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Your sleeping dream, your waking dream, what difference, really?
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If pigs and cows began dressing up and wearing jewelry and makeup, you would laugh, right?
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Your cosmos is an endless parade of forms and the voids between; try to remember they are all you.
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Bemoaning any loss does not change the fact that it is gone, and you must carry on.
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Look at a rock, and see both it and you are ever-changing, yet ever the same.
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The Golden Rule is all you need; everything else is redundant.
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An inevitable consequence born of greed and hubris.
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Existence is a means, not an end.
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There are many doors, but only one exit, out of this theater.
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Nature timelessly creates and destroys without artifice or theatrics or agenda.
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The same old exception that again and again proves the irony-paradox rule true.
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Look at the vast emptiness within, and convince me how you are ever going to fill it.
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Only the mind is quantum enough to know.
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The life force is not about you; you are but an imaginary story in your own mind.
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You might be able to waste time if it existed.
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Pleasure is the absence of pain.
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Happiness is the absence of sorrow.
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Whether anything is complicated or simple depends how you view it.
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Does time create consciousness, or consciousness, time? Is one without the other?
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Wisdom is the absence of delusion.
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Do you wear your game face even when there is no one there to watch?
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True Self is a still mind.
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Serenity is the absence of dread.
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How can enough ever be enough until it is enough?
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Why rush into the future? It will bear its fruit – bitter or sweet – soon enough.
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And if you have not got it right, what matter?
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What makes Siddhartha’s vanity any superior to Adolf’s?
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Odds are you walk a many-pebbled path.
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Not what you expected.
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All actors must one day, one way or another, exit the given stage; what will yours be?
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Your chief raison d'etre is first and foremost to entertain your Self in whatever fashion most suits you.
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The Ivory Tower has many calibers.
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Only history knows.
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Religion is indeed the opiate of the masses.
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So sayeth vanity.
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But for vain reason, what really matters?
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Heaven is the absence of pain and remorse and guilt.
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How many long endure those who are not agreeable?
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When you think about it, the corporal body is really more than little disgusting.
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Despite all the doors, there is only one exit.
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How did the mind-boggling become so mundane?
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Speaking truth to vanity, what’s the point?
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Is anything carved in stone really all that different than the same in sand?
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Despite all sensory enticements to the contrary, you have always been very much alone.
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If it ain't there, it ain't there; so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
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Knowledge is a function of time, and time does not exist, ergo …
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Ignorance finds its own bliss.
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Imagination is the weaver of continuity, but where is continuity in the eternal moment?
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Tyranny hath no bounds.
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Wander existence as if you know nothing.
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The life that you imagine is but a subjective dream, as real as any cloud.
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So many spins to suffering.
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What point clinging to what is no longer here now?
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The joy of suffering is rarely given its due.
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Truth is not at all complicated; only the maze of mind makes it seem so.
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As if it is important.
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We are all actors, some more talented than others.
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Like it never happened.
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What artists of all ilks do for their passion.
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Yet another of your oh so many strange moments.
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How are you really any different than any cloud?
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Doubt what the world spins, not your Self.
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Where is that loving, benevolent god when you need him?
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Going through the motions.
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Now is where all afflictions of mind must pass.
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The double entendre is always a joy, especially if it goes triple or beyond.
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To get the world out of your head, simply put it down and forget it for as long as you are able.
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Taking things for granted is rarely a good idea.
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Nobody is you.
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Ceaseless what absurdities groupthink can contrive.
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The no-mind is the mind that has given itself over to the pure awareness of its Self.
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How far will most people care about anyone else more than themselves?
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The world will do just fine without you.
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Awareness is the only answer there is, and it is not going to give any.
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The trouble with those seeking power is that it is generally at the expense of others.
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Yet another dead poet.
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The absurdities of groupthink are unending.
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One wonders how many times has God blown out his brains watching the human absurdity.
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Will rushing to the final destination really get you there any faster?
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Who-what-where-when-why-how is the I that declares, “I Am. I Am Not”?
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Every galaxy, every star, every planet, every rock, every pebble, ever grain of sand, all equally you.
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Personal power does not require the sanction of any other.
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Only engineers would think of something that stupid.
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Who-what-where-when-why-how is the I that asks, “Did I? Did I not?”?
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In pure awareness, all dissolves into nothingness; the world, the universe, the mind, cease to exist.
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It is not ultimately real, yet we must pretend it so.
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Tragedy befalls all sooner or later; often many times.
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No good deed goes unpunished.
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Do I smell cookies?
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Sure smells like cookies.
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We are all cousins of the same puddle.
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Grasp the difference between the awareness of awareness, and the idealization of awareness.
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How many live do not have unhappy endings?
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The politics of corruption is the knack for selling one’s soul to any and all bidders.
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Live timeless.
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Rationality and absurdity are diametric players in the theater of consciousness.
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Died again today.
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The knack for standing alone and seeing clearly for yourself is an all too rare feat.
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Like offering a glass of water to a condemned man.
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All is forgotten sooner or later.
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There is no forever, only nowever.
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The mob has spoken.
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Yet another layer of absurdity whipping at what little sanity remains.
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It has to end sometime; whether today or tomorrow is but happenstance.
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There is no Great Other.
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Critical thinking is not a skillset for which parrots have much inclination.
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Rumored to be true.
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Everything is over before you know it; only the perceptions of imagination remain.
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Fire away.
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Yet another distracting mind filler.
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How much good does it really do having others feel sorry for you?
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So many projects you never got to.
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Absurdity abounds.
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Is that so?
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Who does not tilt at windmills on one occasion or another?
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Are you, really?
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Guilty as charged.
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Hope dashed on the rocks yet again.
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Measuring the indivisible is a human pastime.
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Try as it might, the mind cannot contain eternity; the no-mind is naught but.
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That was a pretty good revelation, if only you could remember it.
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You never know what you have got until it is gone.
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Truth is stranger than fiction.
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It took you how long to figure that out?
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Wallowing in self-pity offers little answer.
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Imagination cavorts about the stage, but quantum physics runs the theater.
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The first and last delusion is believing you exist.
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Anonymity is its own reward.
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Is anything holy, is anything sacred, is anything hallowed, really?
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There is more to you than meets the eye.
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Lessons in absurdity.
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The buffet of existence has its consequences.
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Life is just as much about choosing what not to do as it is choosing what to do.
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Nobody can defy gravity for long.
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The truthful eye can be cloaked by every artifice known to mind.
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Hubris only gets you as far as its wind blows.
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Sally on, Brave Knight.
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Discipline is always challenging.
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Consciousness is its own trip.
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Leaders cannot lead people who will not follow.
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Another lesson to be forgotten.
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Devil’s spawn, Devil’s pawn.
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Get out while the gettin’s good.
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It’s a mind-scarred world.
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Absurd beyond all notions of absurdity.
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Feeding that brain all the air you can manage makes for a happier mind.
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The mind wanders so.
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Infinity hath no bounds.
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An engaged mind soars in its own thermal.
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The you that you truly are does not exist; never has, never will.
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So many remarkable moments, so many torturous moments.
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That special place in hell.
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The underlying form, the underlying formless.
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No boubt adout it.
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Life is a foggy affair, and only maybe becomes clearer looking back.
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The agony and ecstasy of word, symbols, images, and such, are many and not far between.
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How can the now be anything but simultaneous.
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No history has ever existed.
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So it goes, so it went.
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You are a flicker in the Universal Mind.
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Because they can.
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It so does not matter.
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Oh, all the things you never used to think about.
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So many unfinished projects.
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Adrift in the time of mind.
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You play out what your genetic wiring allows.
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The placebo effect fools us all.
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Win some, lose some, win more later.
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It is a mystery; leave it at that.
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Your little niche.
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Vulnerability requires the cessation of self-imagery.
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How quickly the newness fades.
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The vanity the monkey mind considers so real and dear is not to any other creature.
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Ho-hum.
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It is not a question.
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Not necessarily in that order.
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Anonymity is the first line of defense.
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Just another carnival ride.
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All things human are functions of vanity.
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Same old yada yada.
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When it comes to the mystery, there is no knowing; only the speculation we call knowing.
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The joys of aging are few and less often.
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What is the point of contemplation and meditation, of philosophy, but to remove all doubt.
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You mean you have not thought or said or done that countless times before?
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The agony and ecstasy of the ebb and flow.
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There is neither beginning nor ending to the creation-destruction dynamic.
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You are the mystery that requires no name.
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There are always consequences; accepting things as they are is the road to inner peace.
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Not a pretty future for those who have much time left.
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Only the dead have seen an end to bother.
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If is a mighty big word.
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Every moment, a new birth, a new death.
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If you have been raised in nature, how can anything really touch you?
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How simple life can be if you embrace the mundane.
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A mind that is engaged cannot be bored or unhappy.
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Strategies and tactics are shaped by trial and error.
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You are Self, absorbed; Self, contained.
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What are goals and plans but rabbit holes in your dream?
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One must not fear appearing foolish if one is to discern the greatest and the least are one in the same.
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What is vanity but the bravado of consciousness.
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How long is forever?
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You must live at least a little before you philosophize about it.
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The timeline is short, and shorter by the day.
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Neither up nor down, a neutral stance is a balanced, healthy quality of mind.
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Well played.
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Accepting any given “The Way It Is,” is life’s greatest challenge.
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Purpose and meaning are nothing more than concoctions of imagination.
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Life, take it and leave it.
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There is no soul; just the same timeless awareness in all things.
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What is any life but frozen moments of perception.
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Are all creations born of consciousness inherently flawed?
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Battling over this opinion or that is such preposterous human fare.
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Gauging what others think of you comes round to what you think of your imaginary self.
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All the rationality in the world cannot reverse the inertia of its absurdity and horror.
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All the memories, all the habits, all the stuff, are the albatross of time.
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In truth, you have been dying all your life.
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Human history is about individuals and tribes feeding upon one another.
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The conditioned mind cannot hear outside its monotonous drone.
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We are all compost for the dreams to come.
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Death takes it all away.
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In the time of consequences, we all pay our pound of flesh.
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Self-pity is a debilitating taskmaster.
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Be happy that you are not a machine or computer or some other bother.
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No matter how a river flows, it is always traveling the path of least resistance.
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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
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Despite all efforts and delusions to the contrary, Mother Nature is still in charge.
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Few of us can see past our own reflection.
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The awareness does not care one way or another.
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It is tough being born.
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Nothing really matters but that we think it so.
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Is polite society anything more than nasty people pretending they are not?
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Judge, and ye shall be judged, by yourself.
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That final step off the plank: who and what and where and when and why and how will it be?
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Define truth and you have missed its moment.
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Ignorance and malice have a way of undoing even the best of intentions.
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Awareness is the only constant in the ever-changing quantum dream.
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Greed is the cradle of all corruption.
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The hidden treasure is the awareness of this very eternal moment.
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If you give others the opportunity to fleece you, how many will not?
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So many solutions to problems that were never real in the first place.
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Memory is the perception that this or that happened, but did it, really?
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The record of perception plays over and over and over, pretending, ever pretending, its reality true.
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As easy as it is, the habit of thinking is not easily undone.
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Certain minds, bodies, faces, characters, have an easier time of it than others.
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Politicians play stupid tit-for-tat games; leaders make pragmatic decisions.
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The Great Game creates winners and losers, but what are you if you stop playing?
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Doubt that is quite what Jesus had in mind.
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You die in the same moment you live.
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The eternal moment knows neither after nor before.
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Quantum cannot be without awareness, and awareness cannot see without quantum.
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The fallacy of myths and legends are never-ending.
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Flow your tide.
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No mind is heaven on earth.
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Happiness is not knowing any better.
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Connect the dots as rationally and accurately as possible; avoid fallacious intrigue.
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Good place, bad place, what place?
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Is there anything wrought of human thinking that is not yet another foray of vanity?
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Sometimes you remember, sometimes you forget, so it goes.
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How can you embrace nothing?
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A penchant for not caring is a handy state of mind.
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What universe to all the other critters of the universe see?
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Another day wandering the relativity of consciousness.
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So vain as to believe we are the only ones; so vain as to believe we are not the only ones.
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Fantasy is often more enjoyable than reality.
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And why would most if not all of what you believe matters, matter to anyone but you?
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There is only one you, cloaked in a near-infinity of guises.
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All is vanity, vanity is all.
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What is existence but a menagerie of busy-ness.
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Why would other dimensions be anything more than alternative amusement parks?
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Who’s to say?
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Memory is the wellspring of consciousness as dictated by the frame of reference.
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All beliefs are declarations of delusion, even the belief in nothing.
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Who says?
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What meaning and purpose can be attached to that which is timeless.
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Is there any way not to suffer if you are not content with the austerity of simply breathing?
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To play in time or eternity, that is the question.
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If it is peace you seek, you will find it in every breath, in every step.
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And that truth died, too.
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The mystery creates the brain, and the brain, the mystery.
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And that lie died, too.
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The hell that is rumored to be success
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Life is rolling through one set after another.
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Being a human being is not all it is cracked up to be.
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What pain today?
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Life is an intoxicating dream, an intoxicating illusion.
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What is called living is but an imaginary state of mind.
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It is all pretend.
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As is true with all things Yodaesque: Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.
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All principles are subject to the whims of vanity.
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Obligation to history? Why?
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Is there any form of government or economic system that does not serve one oligarchy or another?
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Peace at last.
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All the more reason just to breathe.
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Imagination creates heavens and hells, and everything between.
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One man’s sentiment is another’s yard sale.
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Is imagination real? Only to minds lost to delusion.
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The obvious is obvious to the eyes that see and ears that hear.
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What human history proves again and again is how gullible human beings can be.
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The good news is that it is all you, and there is nothing at all you need be or do or prove.
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It is only the vanity of greed that makes gold and jewels more valuable than sand and clay.
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Everything you do belongs to a world that you did not create.
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What effort we put into all our absurdities.
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So many possibilities, and only one lifetime.
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The reality is that we are all very much alone in our little universe.
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Corruption is a human norm.
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What is the point of yet again discovering that which has been discovered times beyond counting?
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All translations fall short.
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So much to say for so little result.
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History does not care what you did or for how long.
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Say it well, write it well.
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Anything only matters if you let it.
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To believe one fable is to believe them all; believe none, and peace is the bargain.
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Nuances that matter not.
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Greed sows many outcomes, many if not most not pretty.
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The things we endure for the taste of vanity.
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We all have very different eyes and ears in our very different worlds.
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Back to Kansas.
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To be content in the emptiness, that is nirvana.
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Was there really ever anything you needed to do?
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History is a human concoction.
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All religion preys upon the gullibility of the masses.
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A truthsayer, except when s/he is lying.
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Let someone else come up with that decision.
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Regarding truth, what you want it to be, hope it to be, believe it to be, means diddly-squat.
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The consequences of bad breathing are many.
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It is only cheating if you are playing the same game.
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It is impossible for the mind to sustain two or more simultaneous thoughts.
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Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest in the land?
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It is only the rare few who have the wit and courage to stand alone and discern the mystery clearly.
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Trying to alter a true believer’s catechism, why bother?
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Just another thing to be responsible for.
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There is ultimately no difference between you and anything.
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Without the willingness to share power, to compromise, no democracy can long stand.
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Make it count, or not, no difference, really.
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Why should you feel any obligation to live out a tortured existence? Or a blissful one, for that matter?
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How to get back to what you as an infant so naturally were, is the journey.
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You must teach your Self to let go the imaginary mind.
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It is not yoga if you are still doing it.
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Just because you do not want to hear something does not mean it is wrong.
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Entitlement, entitlement, entitlement.
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There you go again, imagining you exist.
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Forever is a state of time that does not exist.
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Thinking is an addictive habit to the juggernaut of imagination.
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It is imagination that pretends to exist, not you.
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Truth is not an opinion.
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You are the mystery come unto life.
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Life is but vague perceptions stored on neuron trails.
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You are the mystery come unto awareness.
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A smattering will do.
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You are the mystery come unto consciousness.
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You are the mystery come unto imagination.
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Better to suffer injustice than to do it.
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Nothing linear about it but for an imaginary state of mind.
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Take the pain.
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You are on your own.
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Do you want the truth? Or the Pollyanna version?
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What is romantic love but emotional propaganda.
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Few given lives can be easily summarized; irony and paradox do not bundle well.
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Reality is of no importance but to imagination.
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If you must believe in something, believe in nothing.
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To approach the moment with a fresh mind is too easy to imagine.
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So many limitations to be endured.
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Imagination is ever bent on clinging to its creation.
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That’s the rumor.
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Yet another vain god.
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Bad news takes no holidays.
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Who is anyone’s father? Who is anyone’s mother?
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Moving on, always moving on.
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Challenging not to allow life distort the spirit.
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You are lost as long as you believe any story real, especially your own.
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The seed is dead; long live the seed.
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There you go, talking to your Self again.
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Applause is such an empty sound.
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Death, the constant companion.
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Another day of wandering the halls of irony and paradox.
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What to do when you are out of reasons; what to do when all your hungers are empty?
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Taking the world as it is, is a far simpler path than the wish-it-were-or-it-ought-to-be tracks.
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The force of habit guides the everyday for all.
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Life is a collage of undone perceptions.
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Deny it as some might, everything is always on the table.
* * * *
Just because someone does not want to hear the truth does not make it any less true.
* * * *
The eye of god is the awareness, the timeless stillness, that is neither within nor without.
* * * *
Male and female are but pawns in the great game of natural selection.
* * * *
What is this quantum enterprise but a maze of infinite dreams.
* * * *
Take away the assumptions, and what have you got?
* * * *
Face the truth; de-face the truth.
* * * *
History is the giver and taker of life and death, and all entitlements between.
* * * *
Abide in the unknown, unknowing all you know.
* * * *
What say ye?
* * * *
How is it a sack of gold is given more weight than sand?
* * * *
Such is the fate drawn.
* * * *
What makes your universe any more real than a caterpillar’s?
* * * *
What the f*** for!?
* * * *
There is something to be said for not saying too much.
* * * *
Indeed, something will always happen in the labyrinth of mind.
* * * *
Now is as good a time as any to end it.
* * * *
What is it you truly own? What is it that you truly have more than temporary temporal use?
* * * *
Legal is not getting caught.
* * * *
Half-ass measures get half-ass results.
* * * *
How can you forget everything but by giving over to the awareness of the one and only moment.
* * * *
Madness hath wrought it own design.
* * * *
Oblique transparency is the transparency that is not.
* * * *
Where is the point of reference without a body?
* * * *
Yet another dream born of quantum dust.
* * * *
What is death but the end of an imaginary state; what is birth but its beginning.
* * * *
Yet another day of pain and suffering underway.
* * * *
Such is the nature of the dream that the awareness of now passes into the perception of then.
* * * *
You might pick up some shiny bauble today, but will it have the same sheen tomorrow?
* * * *
Everyone has their own cross to bear; you might aid another, but your own needs its time.
* * * *
There is nothing to figure out, there is nothing to do, there is nothing to be.
* * * *
What passion, what thought, of any kind, can ever touch the ever-present moment?
* * * *
Attention belongs to the moment.
* * * *
Of things that matter, there are many; of things that do not, there are far, far more.
* * * *
It is one thing to talk about being the way, the truth, the life; quite another to be it.
* * * *
It was all a hoax, a dream, an illusion, from moment one.
* * * *
Pretty strange thing being alive.
* * * *
Poor you.
* * * *
Finally, a good rest.
* * * *
How little it all matters.
* * * *
Cards, cards, cards, everyone playing whatever card suits their cause.
* * * *
More pathetic by the day.
* * * *
What a web of conspiracy this garden orb hath wrought.
* * * *
Are you sure your sense of time is the same as anyone else's?
* * * *
What is the herd up to today?
* * * *
Do you seek out pain, or it, you?
* * * *
Details, fucking details.
* * * *
At what point did life become a countdown?
* * * *
No, it is not a conspiracy.
* * * *
Love, who needs it?
* * * *
Where’s God when you need him?
* * * *
Rest assured, Mother Nature does not give one iota of a hoot what you believe.
* * * *
What good are details to people who will not listen to them?
* * * *
Consciousness is a function of awareness.
* * * *
Which is more arrogant, to realize you are that which is god, or believing you are not?
* * * *
A still mind, a mind given over to awareness, is a timeless mindless mind.
* * * *
One day, death will be the final solution.
* * * *
And they died, too.
* * * *
You are far more vast than imagination can allow.
* * * *
Sometimes you get offed quick; sometimes it is a slow and painful burn.
* * * *
The challenge of growing old is staying young.
* * * *
Toast the moon.
* * * *
Do not misperceive what you imagine your Self to be with what you truly are.
* * * *
What a sweet elixir, revenge.
* * * *
Better luck next time.
* * * *
How many more unnatural selections will Mother Nature allow.
* * * *
Un-impinged by any thought, you are.
* * * *
Jesus unplugged.
* * * *
The limited shelf life is daily more limited.
* * * *
The inny-outy thing is a given; gender roles, however, are a state of mind.
* * * *
And the unquenchable axis of greed and fear and hate ruled.
* * * *
If the day has turned against you, there is no dishonor withdrawing from the field.
* * * *
The insatiable hunger, how it burns.
* * * *
Expand your vision of god to include everything infinitesimal to infinite, including your Self.
* * * *
Underestimation is the worst thing you can give any problem.
* * * *
So much effort for something so effortless.
* * * *
Do you deal with the way you want things to be, or the way they are?
* * * *
Amazing what a bastion for ignorance the world has become.
* * * *
Every day a new normal.
* * * *
All history, as scientifically as it might be sorted, boils down to scholarly speculation.
* * * *
Natural selection, quantum selection.
* * * *
Everyone a judge.
* * * *
The end of the line is never far off.
* * * *
Sticks and stones, swords and spears, bullets and bombs, do not choose their targets.
* * * *
In the door, out the door, who knows how many.
* * * *
What’s your slant?
* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how is the life given no continuity?
* * * *
Every form has a history, yet where is its beginning, where is its end?
* * * *
What story, what narrative, what chronical is ever truly real?
* * * *
God is just another lie.
* * * *
The art of speculation is a game of smoke and mirrors.
* * * *
What else have you ever been but solitary witness to an inexplicable mystery?
* * * *
You buy cheap, you buy two or three times.
* * * *
And suddenly … another adventure, project, game show, whatever … done.
* * * *
Sweet oblivion, grand oblivion, immaculate oblivion.
* * * *
All perceptions of existence are but a mirage of the quantum mind.
* * * *
Never assume anybody else is bound by your limitations.
* * * *
In the groove.
* * * *
Self-pity is a debilitating state of mind; it serves no pragmatic function.
* * * *
How pollsters and researchers do lover their statistical foreplay.
* * * *
What is anyone’s fate but the result of the character the mystery has played.
* * * *
Suicide is meeting the Reaper half-way.
* * * *
There it is.
* * * *
For your art, you do suffer.
* * * *
Anything goes.
* * * *
The point of old age is realizing how absurdly mundane it has always been.
* * * *
You cannot save someone from themselves; you cannot save someone from their fate.
* * * *
May as well ask why live.
* * * *
A leader can only lead where followers will follow.
* * * *
There are no Christs, there are no Buddhas; only middlemen and followers and circus tents.
* * * *
What religions call heaven is the pseudo version.
* * * *
Light is required, sound is required; taste and smell and touch are luxuries.
* * * *
Everybody wants a piece of our wallets, we want it all for free, and a vast no-man's land between.
* * * *
If no moment is distinguishable from another, where’s the mystery?
* * * *
Yet another inevitability of technology.
* * * *
What can you recall of even a moment ago but the vaguest perception?
* * * *
At the indivisible quantum level, what could possibly differentiate one moment from another?
* * * *
You are the quantum matrix; the quantum matrix is you.
* * * *
None of it will matter when the Reaper shows up for the harvest.
* * * *
Dead while living.
* * * *
Never real but that imagination deigns it so.
* * * *
Yet another time capsized.
* * * *
And what great difference do you believe you have really made in this cosmic swirl?
* * * *
Emotion is an unfathomable abyss.
* * * *
One life to live.
* * * *
Closed fist, open hand; closed mind, open mind.
* * * *
Sometimes just a nibble is enough.
* * * *
The endgame is about paying the consequences of the beginning and middle games.
* * * *
Flow like water.
* * * *
Throwing in the towel is always an option.
* * * *
It is not what you do as much as it is what you be.
* * * *
Seeking signs from the heavens usually gets the seeker whatever they are capable of discerning.
* * * *
There it is.
* * * *
Hard to do what does not call you.
* * * *
Yet another torturous endgame.
* * * *
Chances are it does not really matter, no matter the assertions otherwise.
* * * *
And one day you die; very inconvenient.
* * * *
All of the above.
* * * *
You are an eye of the mystery; what need to believe?
* * * *
How would this universe, your universe, exist without you to witness it?
* * * *
Pandering to fear and absurdity again, are we?
* * * *
Original Sin? Or Original Lie?
* * * *
What would Jesus do? Be anywhere but here saving us, obviously.
* * * *
Most answers, if there is one, are usually lingering about somewhere.
* * * *
Feel the crosshairs.
* * * *
We are all kings and queens, heroes and villains, angels and demons, unto our own universe.
* * * *
Curious that rationality has so lost its way.
* * * *
Being in the moment requires no belief; being in the moment is not capable of belief.
* * * *
So, you think that is some sort of normal, eh?
* * * *
Dogma is the original sin.
* * * *
Talking heads and dittoheads share the commonality of an eerie absurdities.
* * * *
It begins, it ends, every singular moment, again and again.
* * * *
All those numbers that do not mean diddly-squat today, will be even more diddly-squat tomorrow.
* * * *
All that vanity swirling around in your head, and for what, really?
* * * *
Consciousness is the creator of space and time, a quantum dimension born of imagination.
* * * *
So many seek until they find a new game of charades that is but another lie of consciousness.
* * * *
What is to surrender but a dream born of attachment to imaginary notion.
* * * *
A master of nothing travels no path and leaves no trail.
* * * *
Any beginning is always an end; any end, a beginning.
* * * *
What different world it was not so long ago.
* * * *
One moment, if you will.
* * * *
The real test of any captain is when the ship is floundering.
* * * *
Awareness does not care diddly-squat whether or not you give it even one iota of attention.
* * * *
The blame game is rarely played by those who are without sin.
* * * *
Does it all count for something? Only in imagination.
* * * *
All that accumulation, what do you need, really?
* * * *
Getting older is rather annoying.
* * * *
Revenge is one of the greater engines of history, but does not hold a candle to greed.
* * * *
Every man is a pharaoh, and if at all possible, leaves behind a garage filled with treasure.
* * * *
What don’t you desperately need now?
* * * *
The life you hoped for … planned for … even expected … well, good luck with that.
* * * *
Tap into the awareness as you would dive into a river, or a plug a lamp into a socket.
* * * *
The mini-death of sleep is good practice for the real thing, and just as easy but for the dying part.
* * * *
Revenge is a two-way thoroughfare.
* * * *
In the timeless, indelible awareness of the one-and-only, ever-present moment, nothing exists.
* * * *
The dream, the imagination, will always draw you back if you allow it.
* * * *
Ignorance is bliss until it runs into an iceberg.
* * * *
Why give credence to what does not match your own observation, your own experience?
* * * *
Who is not hero of their own of their own universe, of their own window of time?
* * * *
A world replete with self-absorbed bottom-feeders
* * * *
A new tack, a new leg, to the dream.
* * * *
It all means nothing but what imagination concocts.
* * * *
What’s you addiction?
* * * *
You cannot find what is not there to find.
* * * *
So much entitlement, so much distraction, so easily, so quickly, upended by plagues and wars.
* * * *
Live in whatever ignorance you will, the mystery of awareness equally abides all dreams.
* * * *
Meaning and purpose are the spice of imagination.
* * * *
What’s your obsession?
* * * *
The mundane is … well … mundane.
* * * *
The joy of god, the sorrow of god, are but imaginary states born of the dream of time.
* * * *
Longing for what was, hoping for what will be, are the suffering in which imagination dwells.
* * * *
You are awareness, the eternal moment, creator and creation, there is no other.
* * * *
All but a dream based on all the attachments to the mortal frame.
* * * *
With but a glance, a cosmos is created.
* * * *
Precedent is a constant player in any future-past.
* * * *
So convenient to have god and devil; praise one, blame the other.
* * * *
In the vagueness of memory, all things are possible.
* * * *
There is no knowing the truth of history; it is all the speculation of storytellers.
* * * *
There you are, playing out your own little charade.
* * * *
The man who suffers is still caught in the web of time, the web of mind.
* * * *
Do you find it, or it, you?
* * * *
Yet another window of vanity.
* * * *
What history does anyone care about most but their own?
* * * *
Yes, you are special, but not in the way you think.
* * * *
How easy it is to use desire and fear, carrot and stick, to tame the sheeple.
* * * *
You are the center of you imaginary universe, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
The indefinable that is always being defined.
* * * *
In surrender, grace.
* * * *
What need to conquer a world you have created?
* * * *
Gonna get a lot more wicked before any horizon shows up.
* * * *
The tortures of existence can be many and all too often.
* * * *
Consciousness is but a player.
* * * *
What makes any graven image any more graven than any other graven idea?
* * * *
Yet another day in the mystery theater.
* * * *
Everyone is crazy, even the so-called normal people.
* * * *
It is not out there; it is closer than close can be.
* * * *
It is the same mystery born of awareness that it has ever been, will every be.
* * * *
All idolatry is founded upon the vanity of the idolater.
* * * *
The world, the cosmos, exist only in consciousness; they are nothing in the ever-present moment.
* * * *
Everyone has a story, none are easy, many are harsher than others.
* * * *
The human paradigm is an impromptu passion play founded upon imaginary notion..
* * * *
What is it about agony and ecstasy that keeps you coming back from the nirvana of oblivion?
* * * *
Human vanity, leave home without it.
* * * *
That which is never born never dies.
* * * *
Just because you can breed does not mean you must or should.
* * * *
All life is of the same origin, but relatively few ever discern it clearly enough to be freed by it.
* * * *
The lies that time writes are many and often.
* * * *
The names and face change, but the paradigm remains the same.
* * * *
This our globalized modern world is but a house of cards waiting for breezes 'n trembles.
* * * *
The new normal is unfolding its wings.
* * * *
What will you endure before it is over?
* * * *
As awareness witnesses it.
* * * *
Hindsight 2020.
* * * *
There is always something nibbling on you or your pocketbook.
* * * *
Hell is getting a wee bit crowded.
* * * *
The funny thing about tomorrow is that it always shows up today.
* * * *
This is not a test.
* * * *
Diminishing daily.
* * * *
The past is now, the future is now, the now is now.
* * * *
A new level of pathetic.
* * * *
How’s your myth going?
* * * *
The progress that is not.
* * * *
You pass through time, and time passes through you.
* * * *
You call that progress!?
* * * *
What is Creation but a wave heading toward its own shore.
* * * *
The road to power and fame and fortune is to be a character that goes where no one else dares.
* * * *
You spin your life as if it is real, but all anyone hears is a story translated through their own.
* * * *
What a monstrously cruel species humans can be.
* * * *
The house of cards is coming down.
* * * *
The new normal.
* * * *
Another day, same old story.
* * * *
Spiritual pride is an arrogance of its own.
* * * *
Analogue or digital, clocks ticking away the time, but the moment ever the same.
* * * *
Be cautious about believing you know things you cannot.
* * * *
Each is center stage in their universe, and a reflection in yours.
* * * *
Vanity is a shallow venue, greed its propellant, Mammon its idol.
* * * *
Face it, your entire existence has been a fabrication of imagination; awareness, cloaked by vanity.
* * * *
When you are pure awareness, what else is there to be?
* * * *
Different time, same moment.
* * * *
Holism is easily lost in the fog of details.
* * * *
Less is not necessarily better; more is not always, either.
* * * *
True science has no bounds.
* * * *
So much history we can barely if ever know.
* * * *
Life is a death sentence.
* * * *
You, assumption.
* * * *
Oh, insidious dust.
* * * *
Do not rely on hope.
* * * *
For his art s/he did suffer.
* * * *
If you cannot handle it anymore, maybe it is time to die.
* * * *
Admit what you see!
* * * *
Read the sign, get in line.
* * * *
The subtlety! The subtlety!
* * * *
Self-pity is a sure road to ruin.
* * * *
All universes are different; all universes are the same.
* * * *
Pay no attention to anyone behind any veil when it comes to discerning the truth for your Self.
* * * *
If you fear death, are you sure you know what it is to live?
* * * *
The way is neither shallow nor deep, neither near nor far, neither here nor there.
* * * *
There is no turning back the tide; there is no fooling death.
* * * *
In less than an instant, this moment too shall be a memory subject to imaginary recollection.
* * * *
You want to know God? Look within, discern the awareness peering out.
* * * *
Life is about adaptation to circumstance.
* * * *
What is done cannot be undone, only celebrated, endured, or forgotten.
* * * *
The craving for more is the bane of contentment.
* * * *
The absolute is without yes or no, this or that; without duality in any way, shape, or form.
* * * *
Worms will eat the flesh; wind will blow the ashes.
* * * *
How can there be different dimensions when all appearances, all attributes, are but illusion?
* * * *
Best to read the instructions, or at least glance at them.
* * * *
Effort cannot unlock the door.
* * * *
The sage’s work is never done because it never started.
* * * *
Ripple, wave, tsunami, what difference?
* * * *
Boon or bane, praise or derision, any life plays many stages.
* * * *
For the greedy, nothing is ever enough; for the sage, nothing is ever enough.
* * * *
Why allow others to convince you what you see is not true?
* * * *
That awareness which timelessly peers out is never undone.
* * * *
Live or die? Why should, how could awareness care?
* * * *
So many different ways to indulge the sensory mind.
* * * *
Jesus will save you for ten percent.
* * * *
Too hot, too cold, the mind’s discontent is not easily waylaid.
* * * *
Life dissipates and is forgotten, assuming it was even remembered in the first place.
* * * *
What a fraud you are when you pose it real.
* * * *
What is legal is what is not caught.
* * * *
The sage earns no special protection or merit badge for his wise counsel.
* * * *
Clinging to a dream, what torture.
* * * *
Awareness takes on all forms.
* * * *
What is offered herein is priceless beyond all value.
* * * *
Pandemics are just Mother Nature's way to try to eradicate the real cancer on this planet.
* * * *
Imagine a world, a universe, in which you have never been known.
* * * *
He who dies with the biggest pile of gold gets a seat closest to Mammon.
* * * *
Shit is shit, no matter the shade.
* * * *
You are what you think; you are not what you think.
* * * *
You need not do something over and over to know how it tastes.
* * * *
There is no problem that death cannot solve.
* * * *
Fate throws many curves.
* * * *
Whether a mind reared in civilization can ever let it go completely is a “Needs Research” question.
* * * *
After almost a lifetime, you finally figured it out.
* * * *
Best to be cautious about pretending you really know something.
* * * *
And what do you believe you have accomplished that will matter at all to eternity?
* * * *
You are always at church if you choose to be.
* * * *
Sticks and stones can break your bones, and words are the wind behind them.
* * * *
The man who suffers is the one who clings to mind and body.
* * * *
Pretending you exist again, eh?
* * * *
If you are truly about love, then do it agape, or do not bother at all.
* * * *
He with the most imagination suffers most.
* * * *
It is the mystery that is born again and again and again, not the identity.
* * * *
Death is the end to experiencing, to wondering, to knowing, to speculating.
* * * *
Imagination’s reign will be but a relatively short one.
* * * *
If you truly believed in God and Heaven, would you not be seeking to get there quickly?
* * * *
Feel sorry for the body, not your Self; you are not it, it is not you.
* * * *
Life as we know it is a lot of moments strung together by imagination.
* * * *
The winds of consciousness, of imagination, blow through the sky of timeless awareness.
* * * *
Why trust anyone whose primary directive is getting into your wallet?
* * * *
You are only as free as you allow others to be.
* * * *
How would you like it if what you just did to another happened to you?
* * * *
What a wacko world; why bother with it?
* * * *
The challenge is for doing not to become becoming.
* * * *
Every moment its own universe.
* * * *
What a tragedy to spend one’s life seeking the approval of others.
* * * *
Who loves who? Who hates who?
* * * *
Cha-ching!
* * * *
Rehashing your story daily.
* * * *
Power and fame and fortune do not draw the selfless.
* * * *
Unredeemable.
* * * *
Do what amuses you.
* * * *
Meaning and purpose are lies; embrace the futility.
* * * *
Forgive yourself if you can.
* * * *
Every time has its own little window of absurdity.
* * * *
Seems like a lot of people still believe that world exists.
* * * *
Good luck with that.
* * * *
A sperm fertilized an egg, and you were given a life sentence.
* * * *
The awareness that let its story go.
* * * *
Life has always been more fair for those who have the gold to back it up.
* * * *
The cosmos that vanity built.
* * * *
Let us count the ways; let us uncount the ways.
* * * *
Just like the hunter waiting for the squirrel to pop its head out.
* * * *
Now erase the story.
* * * *
A state of watchfulness.
* * * *
Change your nature-nurture conditioned programming? Good luck with that.
* * * *
They will get over it.
* * * *
Hopefully, the Reaper does not mind being laughed at.
* * * *
Self-pity is a sure road to perdition
* * * *
Steady as she goes.
* * * *
Alimentary canals surrounded by prattle and notion.
* * * *
Empty as she goes.
* * * *
What is any life but a set of moments strung together by imagination.
* * * *
Everything you hold near and dear will be gone with the last breath.
* * * *
Most are content with a life of distraction.
* * * *
Nothing means nothing.
* * * *
All that fat is going to make the burning pyre scorching hot.
* * * *
Death is starting all over again.
* * * *
Every choice leads to new consequences.
* * * *
Rest assured you fear is always being capitalized on.
* * * *
Small minds can be made by too little intelligence, and too much, as well.
* * * *
Awareness is true Self; imagined self is but imagined self.
* * * *
All stories are just stories, none greater, none lesser, really.
* * * *
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity, and that is vanity, too.
* * * *
Holding onto your existence, what for?
* * * *
All as predictable as the breath you are about to take.
* * * *
So this is where Manifest Destiny gets you.
* * * *
Trial and error is the brick and mortar of all creation.
* * * *
And what, exactly, is the point of that measurement?
* * * *
There are worse things than death.
* * * *
Where are you when the inner narration ceases?
* * * *
What busy-busy minds the ambitious have.
* * * *
Adulation, who needs it?
* * * *
Where to perch when all the perches are gone.
* * * *
Let go all the stories, including anonymous.
* * * *
The unconditioned mind is as free as it gets.
* * * *
Fair or foul, the Fates have you in their grip.
* * * *
If you go this way …
* * * *
That world is long gone.
* * * *
Did it slip your mind, or the mind slip it?
* * * *
The beginning of the story, the middle of the story, the end of the story, all the same.
* * * *
This is what it takes to wake up.
* * * *
All this inquiry, surely, it is time to erase the story.
* * * *
All that fat is going to make for an inferno on the burning pyre.
* * * *
Imagination is creator and creation.
* * * *
Fabrication that it is, knowledge will always see itself out.
* * * *
The mind without a story is a free mind.
* * * *
What is history but storytellers telling of storymakers.
* * * *
It is impossible for awareness to exist.
* * * *
Same pattern, different day.
* * * *
A window of entitlement coming to a close.
* * * *
Resist the herd.
* * * *
Fear rules.
* * * *
The full cup has no more room for fresh brew.
* * * *
Batten down the hatches.
* * * *
Oblivion or bust.
* * * *
Yet another wakeup call with a built-in snooze alarm.
* * * *
How many ways are there to shoot ourselves over and over in both feet?
* * * *
What is a scene but the other enhanced by the many.
* * * *
What is it to you?
* * * *
The body is but the regalia of a dream
* * * *
Every story has a beginning; every story has an ending.
* * * *
What is your excuse?
* * * *
Sometimes there are bigger waves than you can handle.
* * * *
What a different world is created by hysteria.
* * * *
Even the sages can run afoul of pride.
* * * *
Awareness is witness; imagination, the dreamer; quantum, the theater.
* * * *
Imagination can only usurp awareness for as long as awareness allows.
* * * *
What is philosophy but therapy for people whose wit cannot be easily contained.
* * * *
The dream carries on and on until death do you part.
* * * *
Is not your mind kingdom enough?
* * * *
Be your own best friend.
* * * *
We all play our little program for as long as breath allows.
* * * *
Has it ever really been any different?
* * * *
What can be given can be taken away; entitlements are like that.
* * * *
What’s your box?
* * * *
Life is in the living and dying of every moment; all else is vanity.
* * * *
Everything means nothing; nothing means nothing.
* * * *
Idolatry from the get-go.
* * * *
Suicide is a choice to pay your ticket before it is due.
* * * *
Anonymity, both within and without, is a blessing.
* * * *
An interactive, impromptu quantum theatre.
* * * *
The lie that mind wrote.
* * * *
You will be free when you are dead, with or without a body.
* * * *
Pretending you are not insane is insane.
* * * *
You cannot kill the devil.
* * * *
Still caught in the bounds of limitation?
* * * *
There is no becoming, only being; imagination is the source of all vanity.
* * * *
Which modern day are we talking about?
* * * *
Question the answers, question the questions.
* * * *
Trust your immune system.
* * * *
True is true no matter how true.
* * * *
Is there anything the mob enjoys more than pulling its idols off their pedestals?
* * * *
Anybody who believes they are not crazy is crazy.
* * * *
Every mind concocts a different Jesus.
* * * *
Many a Samaritan offers anonymous aid to strangers s/he will never meet.
* * * *
The more you cling, the more challenging it is to just be.
* * * *
The human condition is founded entirely on imagination.
* * * *
What is knowledge but the futile attempt to be secure in a merciless dream.
* * * *
Thank the gods if you were not born into the curse of power or fortune or fame.
* * * *
Let go all the stories, including your own.
* * * *
Yesterday, that; today, this; tomorrow, who the fuck knows?
* * * *
Why ever need be concerned about impressing or pleasing anyone else?
* * * *
It is just a story.
* * * *
Of truth, nobody really knows, but plenty sure like to yabber on and on.
* * * *
There is no more or less that reality can be; it is what it is.
* * * *
Who can you really know if you do not know your Self?
* * * *
All, alone.
* * * *
What have you ever really known?
* * * *
Same clay, different day.
* * * *
Empty the cache of all memories, all perceptions, all assumptions; free your Self.
* * * *
Discern and root out the other.
* * * *
Back when you were younger and stupider.
* * * *
You are not going to stop stupid people from being stupid.
* * * *
Lies upon lies upon lies.
* * * *
Awareness is the ticket and the ride.
* * * *
Assume nothing and be free.
* * * *
It is a good day to die; tomorrow would be better.
* * * *
What is so interesting about that stage?
* * * *
The mind without attributes is a tranquil pond of awareness.
* * * *
Free your Self.
* * * *
Ugly just got uglier.
* * * *
Nothing is disturbed; nothing is undisturbed.
* * * *
How can any story ever be real?
* * * *
Share and share alike, or take and take alike; you decide.
* * * *
Be ready, it is going to get very ugly.
* * * *
Why weep for the dead? You are among them.
* * * *
You who are about to die, we salute you.
* * * *
Doing not harm is an exceedingly relative perception.
* * * *
Assumptions upon assumptions upon assumptions.
* * * *
Dust become critters, critters become dust.
* * * *
Death is a great problem-solver.
* * * *
Spend that last dime, save the last bullet, borrow a gun.
* * * *
The willy-nilly herd stampedes again.
* * * *
Likely not a good idea to be too arrogant in whatever jungle you endure.
* * * *
Survival of the fittest versus thriving of the inadequate.
* * * *
Within each mind, both lock and key.
* * * *
What you really are, and are not, will always fill whatever balloon is given seed.
* * * *
The mystery staring into a mirror is still a mystery.
* * * *
You are going to spend the rest of your life dying.
* * * *
Pain and suffering have a way of drawing one’s attention more readily than pleasure and joy.
* * * *
Those shaping moments are ever sculpting away.
* * * *
Blessed are the dead.
* * * *
Two eyes, two ears, one tongue, one nose, one skin, no mind.
* * * *
Change your mind? Good luck with that.
* * * *
The awareness in times and space; the time and space in awareness.
* * * *
Is there such a thing as being too honest?
* * * *
Awareness is without attributes.
* * * *
Feels like forever.
* * * *
Awareness is neither something nor nothing.
* * * *
What is this modern time but narcissism and hedonism on steroids.
* * * *
Pray for rain.
* * * *
Beyond all description.
* * * *
Exponential everything accelerating on steroids plus-plus.
* * * *
Birth is the beginning, pleasure and pain the process, death the conclusion.
* * * *
Do you really want to open that door?
* * * *
Born ready.
* * * *
Do you really want to close that door?
* * * *
Perhaps someday you will realize what it was like to be that soul you judged with your abuse.
* * * *
Time and space are not without awareness.
* * * *
Making a point in a pointless world.
* * * *
Yet another attempt to put into words what words can never tell.
* * * *
Science that defies nature, that manipulates nature, is not good science.
* * * *
Humankind is wired for narcissism and hedonism.
* * * *
Is time any more than a function of memory cells?
* * * *
Nothing to write home about.
* * * *
Fear works all too well.
* * * *
You mean there is ‘sensible violence’?
* * * *
Cross any line at your own risk.
* * * *
There is nothing more.
* * * *
Just another way to die.
* * * *
Be warned.
* * * *
We all consider our twists and turns normal.
* * * *
Dissolving into oblivion.
* * * *
That is a definite maybe.
* * * *
Damn the Reaper, full speed ahead.
* * * *
Why take life personal?
* * * *
Humble up, Humanity.
* * * *
Like a riptide taking you out to sea.
* * * *
Why make assumptions?
* * * *
Living for what the herd thinks is a well-worn path to perdition.
* * * *
You are superior to what, again?
* * * *
Rationality or delusion, you choose.
* * * *
As if it never happened.
* * * *
The mystery is already over you; time to catch up.
* * * *
Oh boy, oh joy.
* * * *
Be anonymous without; be anonymous within.
* * * *
Assume more intimacy than there is at your own risk.
* * * *
All in a dream, all but a dream.
* * * *
Why torture your Self for so many imaginary reasons?
* * * *
Slathered with vanity.
* * * *
Is it not a wondrous thing to know you are surrounded by so much blissful ignorance.
* * * *
Gaze into the pond, Narcissus, until your vanity swallows you whole.
* * * *
A hard world to ignore; an easy world to judge.
* * * *
Aloneness, embrace it.
* * * *
The delusions of self-interest wander many paths to many dead ends.
* * * *
Be time-free.
* * * *
Easy does it.
* * * *
Pity the young.
* * * *
Less dogma, more being.
* * * *
Sold a bill of goods, and you cannot even remember the transaction.
* * * *
The hunter-gathers of these modern times wander the aisles of Walmart and Amazon.
* * * *
Awareness is awakened in all sentient beings, and at-the-ready in everything else.
* * * *
Nature is the expression; awareness the medium.
* * * *
You really think you are doing something many if not most others are also doing?
* * * *
How can you save what was never more than a dream in the first place?
* * * *
Even nothing does not really matter.
* * * *
If you must name awareness, call it god, or something of that stripe.
* * * *
The trouble with quantum is that it is trouble-free.
* * * *
What point to existence if awareness does not use it to explore the creation to which it is home.
* * * *
Moderation in all things; anything once and awhile.
* * * *
What could you possibly do to make it more or less the dreamtime it is, has always been, will ever be.
* * * *
You are only as useful as others perceive.
* * * *
You are the most immaculate you the immaculate mystery could immaculately create.
* * * *
To assert the ant wanders the same universe as the tiger is laughable.
* * * *
Nothing matters but to vain notion.
* * * *
Normal, what does that word, that concept, mean, anyway?
* * * *
Why did you come back?
* * * *
Truth is not what you think; truth is not anything you think.
* * * *
To call it anything is to squander yet another moment.
* * * *
Are you deluding yourself that you are not deluding yourself?
* * * *
The imagination-driven universe awakens to a new day.
* * * *
It is not for you to decide.
* * * *
History changes every time a page is added or torn out.
* * * *
All beginnings and all ends wrap into one.
* * * *
The never-ending story will never be written for more than a scratch of time.
* * * *
How absolutely amazing is that?
* * * *
Who can hear any claptrap that does not fall in their paradigm?
* * * *
All them piles of gold are going to turn into sand.
* * * *
Yet another talking head believing their yabber really matters.
* * * *
No witness, no history.
* * * *
Surrender now before it is too late.
* * * *
It is only vanity that cares.
* * * *
Will any answer ever satisfy you?
* * * *
Why take nothing personal?
* * * *
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it only perpetuates you.
* * * *
Original sin is but an imaginary notion born of dogmatic thinking.
* * * *
The freest mind is the one not suffering the contractions of consciousness.
* * * *
Everything is a kaleidoscoping expression of totality.
* * * *
It is only ignorance that binds you.
* * * *
Always a good idea to stay sharp for those moment impossible to anticipate.
* * * *
Waking up every moment to a new universe.
* * * *
Awareness, ever alone amid the swirl of every possible distraction.
* * * *
Awareness is as large as it is small.
* * * *
The wisdom of insecurity, the insecurity of wisdom.
* * * *
Sucking thumb, sucking screen, what difference, really?
* * * *
Is there any end to subtlety?
* * * *
The serenity of the tabula rasa is the state of the mind unborn-undying.
* * * *
Nothing matters only as much as imagination imagines.
* * * *
Now is the only church open every moment.
* * * *
That snowball you are consequencing now was once a snowflake.
* * * *
Vanity aside, what is the point?
* * * *
Now is enough.
* * * *
How can it not be the same mystery no matter how many dimensions you occupy?
* * * *
So many memories washing into the sea of oblivion.
* * * *
Possibilities, imagine them all.
* * * *
What language does not sound like gibberish to the undiscerning ear?
* * * *
Beware the charismatic leader.
* * * *
The Great Monkey Mind leaves no facet of its crystalline nature unplayed.
* * * *
Not easy to endure, but fascinating to watch.
* * * *
Being stupid has its consequences.
* * * *
Getting old is filled with so many bothers, and no doubt many more just beyond the horizon.
* * * *
We are all supping on the same mystery.
* * * *
A woman has hit her decline when when her laugh becomes a cackle.
* * * *
Do nothing? Or let nothing do you?
* * * *
Check your entitlements.
* * * *
Megalomania can be a magnet to the herd mind.
* * * *
One of those necessary bothers in this our modern world.
* * * *
There is no copyright on truth.
* * * *
The good news is that it will not be your problem much longer.
* * * *
Freedom is having just one detail in mind, and that is whether it is an inhale or exhale.
* * * *
Whatever you believe will tinge whatever you see.
* * * *
Always look back.
* * * *
Ignore the attributes.
* * * *
Bound up in every conceivable concept, we are, we are … And to what end?
* * * *
Watch the children; learn from what they, too, will forget.
* * * *
There is nothing that gives you pleasure that cannot take you down a dark path.
* * * *
It is always a good day to die.
* * * *
The uncorruptible is awaiting its discernment.
* * * *
What prize can there possibly be that will satisfy the insatiable?
* * * *
You are whatever you are least able not to be.
* * * *
Still sucking thumb.
* * * *
The Goldilocks Malady: Too hot, too cold, just right.
* * * *
Rolodexing the day.
* * * *
Time is nothing more than a neurological conception.
* * * *
Gravity deceives you into believing you are not floating in space.
* * * *
To see it all, and want it not, is the greatest freedom.
* * * *
Another day watching humankind go further and further off the rails.
* * * *
Dick Tracy is no longer just a cartoon.
* * * *
What critter – whether winged, finned, hoofed, or fingered – does not hanker for a free meal?
* * * *
All things pass the same.
* * * *
To what are you attached? To what are you not? Likely an ever-changing dynamic.
* * * *
Realization is as full of irony and paradox as anything in siesta mode.
* * * *
Nothing near, nothing far, all the same, right here, right now, for all eternity, mystery that it ever is.
* * * *
Neither happy nor sad, good nor bad, light nor dark, the witness is.
* * * *
We are all blends of history come before.
* * * *
How can there be happiness when more is never enough?
* * * *
Only those lost to absurdity argue or ignore with facts.
* * * *
What a world.
* * * *
Awareness: unborn, undying, indelible, indivisible, absolute.
* * * *
You have to make all the mistakes so you know what they are.
* * * *
Yet still you cling.
* * * *
When was the first beginning; when will be the final end?
* * * *
Yet another auspiciously inauspicious day; perception is all, attitude is all.
* * * *
The undifferentiated state is a state unto its Self.
* * * *
The awareness prior to consciousness is as near as you can be to anything called god.
* * * *
To believe the jungle owes you anything is a first and last error.
* * * *
The price of "success" in this our modern world.
* * * *
Awareness harbors no duality; that is the purview of imagination.
* * * *
Remembered again, forgotten again.
* * * *
If someone wants good friends, they have to be a good friend.
* * * *
Is any myth, any legend, any saga, any parable, any folktale, ever the true story?
* * * *
Existence requires action, but not necessarily all the time; occasional breaks make it tolerable.
* * * *
All the naming means nothing.
* * * *
In anything you can only go as far as the given nature-nurture allows.
* * * *
Whatever it is or is not, you are or are not.
* * * *
The something without which there would be nothing.
* * * *
Hell is other people.
* * * *
Nothing to get, nothing to be, nothing to do.
* * * *
Behavior may be modified, but the essential underlying perceptions ever remain the same.
* * * *
Is faith anything more than another world for delusion?
* * * *
It is a jungle; the tiger takes many forms.
* * * *
How ludicrous to believe any label, any meme, even begins to encapsulate anyone.
* * * *
Consequences and repercussions.
* * * *
Playing the move-up-the-food-chain game can be risky business.
* * * *
The great what is; the great what is not.
* * * *
True philosophy is entirely pointless.
* * * *
Awareness has no identity.
* * * *
You must let go all the words if you wish to drift in emptiness, the solitude of awareness.
* * * *
The lie that history wrote.
* * * *
What is this momentary dream but one kaleidoscoping phase after another.
* * * *
Hypocrisy hath no bounds.
* * * *
Moderate your greed.
* * * *
There is only one first time for anything.
* * * *
Can there ever be any end to the greed machine but extinction?
* * * *
It is interesting studying the world, but ignorance is much more blissful.
* * * *
What a thing it is to grow old; so much bother, so much suffering.
* * * *
The electromagnetic spectrum is far beyond far, any reckoning to which consciousness might aspire.
* * * *
How long can forever be if time does not exist?
* * * *
Summed up, there are three personality types: The Givers, The Takers, and The Needy.
* * * *
Never a good idea to fall for your own propaganda.
* * * *
It is a mystery is a mystery is a mystery, and shall ever remain a mystery.
* * * *
Find contentment in the moment.
* * * *
How free of your conditioning can you ever really be?
* * * *
All insane, some more functional than others, that being called normal.
* * * *
Real revolution is not a herd thing.
* * * *
Not easy to embrace oblivion.
* * * *
Awareness is ever the same awareness, no matter how you mine it.
* * * *
No belief is real belief; no faith is real faith.
* * * *
Sneaky does it.
* * * *
A rare few see reality clearly, without effort, and move on at ease with their brief dream.
* * * *
Truth is so pure and simple as to be non-existent.
* * * *
Morons in charge.
* * * *
Maybe for a few moments in another year or three.
* * * *
Consciousness and imagination are different words for the same thing.
* * * *
Is there a happy ending to any life’s story?
* * * *
Imagination is the harbor of duality.
* * * *
Life is a brief little outing to which too much attachment only brings grief and suffering.
* * * *
What need for deities and demons?
* * * *
How little control any life form really has over its existence.
* * * *
Loaded words unending.
* * * *
There is no truth; merely the fog of lies swirling around and about.
* * * *
When does more than enough become too much?
* * * *
Philosophical inquiry is the long and winding journey home.
* * * *
How does dressing like a clown make someone a revolutionary?
* * * *
Why humankind assumes itself the be-all-end-all of the universe is a mystery unto its Self.
* * * *
Oblivion is pretty final.
* * * *
One bleak end or another awaits all.
* * * *
Haters abound.
* * * *
What more can ever truly be more than what is?
* * * *
Awareness harbors no duality.
* * * *
What point to philosophy that does not translate into daily living?
* * * *
Every time a human baby is born, it means a lot of things are going to die.
* * * *
Forget who you think you are.
* * * *
The perfect crime is the one no one ever even suspects happened.
* * * *
No doubt, no worries.
* * * *
What is consciousness but the flurry of its own proportion.
* * * *
Erase all remnants.
* * * *
Absurd assumptions make for absurd dogma.
* * * *
You do not know it does; you do not know it does not.
* * * *
Yet another moment of weakness.
* * * *
It is the same today as it was yesterday as it will be tomorrow.
* * * *
None of it is right here, right now.
* * * *
Why engage with any dualistic notion?
* * * *
The sage evaporates into nothing.
* * * *
Already dead, and do not even know it.
* * * *
Saving someone from themselves? Good luck with that.
* * * *
What is fashion but a lot of vain people pretending they look like more than pigs in makeup.
* * * *
Where is that big dick guy in the sky, anyway?
* * * *
Imagination exists, not you.
* * * *
The student of truth is neither deterred nor deflected by any lie.
* * * *
Recognition is always well after the fact.
* * * *
Trouble never sends a warning.
* * * *
Till your own ground.
* * * *
Ignorance can be troublesome.
* * * *
Yoga is still yoga not matter how much snake oil is slathered on it.
* * * *
How can you ever die if you were never born?
* * * *
It does not matter how right you are if you walk in front of a truck.
* * * *
Outsmarted yourself again, eh?
* * * *
Once upon a time you knew so much, and now so little a thimble would suffice.
* * * *
What forever can there be to the eternity that is timeless?
* * * *
Nature is the mystery’s expression.
* * * *
How long to reach any goal if you count all the steps before the journey even begins?
* * * *
True belief requires no belief; true faith requires no faith.
* * * *
An mind given over to awareness is attuned to conscious breathing.
* * * *
Despite all the macho vanity swirling about it, what gain is there in pain?
* * * *
When it comes to assumptions of free will, the Fates just laugh.
* * * *
Discipline for discipline’s sake is a core attribute that never stops giving.
* * * *
Make every mistake so you know what they are.
* * * *
It is all just speculation, it is all just wordplay, until you discover it for your Self.
* * * *
We are born alone, we exist alone, we die alone.
* * * *
Imagination is its own boon; imagination is its own bane.
* * * *
Science can only go so far before philosophy must wrest away the baton.
* * * *
Double entendre, more double entendre, even more double entendre.
* * * *
Surrender, more surrender, even more surrender.
* * * *
Herd shit, more herd shit, even more herd shit.
* * * *
Dabbling, more dabbling, even more dabbling.
* * * *
Whatthe#$*!, more whatthe#$*!, even more whatthe#$*!
* * * *
Research needed, more research needed, even more research needed.
* * * *
Squawking, more squawking, even more squawking.
* * * *
Charades, more charades, even more charades.
* * * *
Habitual thinking, more habitual thinking, even more habitual thinking.
* * * *
Games, more games, even more games.
* * * *
Surrender, more surrender, even more surrender.
* * * *
Go, more go, even more go.
* * * *
Hubris, more hubris, even more hubris.
* * * *
Stop, more stop, even more stop.
* * * *
Yield, more yield, even more yield.
* * * *
Social distancing, more social distancing, even more social distancing.
* * * *
Breeding, more breeding, even more breeding.
* * * *
Aimlessness, more aimlessness, even more aimlessness.
* * * *
Diminishment, more diminishment, even more diminishment.
* * * *
Bleak ends, more bleak ends, even more bleak ends.
* * * *
Regurgitation, more regurgitation, even more regurgitation.
* * * *
Grand theater, more grand theater, even more grand theater.
* * * *
Embracing oblivion, more embracing oblivion, even more embracing oblivion.
* * * *
Chatter, more chatter, even more chatter.
* * * *
Lists, more lists, even more lists.
* * * *
Roshambo, more roshambo, even more roshambo.
* * * *
Finicky, more finicky, even more finicky.
* * * *
Names and faces, more names and faces, even more names and faces.
* * * *
Myths and legends, more myths and legends, even more myths and legends.
* * * *
Progress, more progress, even more progress.
* * * *
Bottom-feeders, more bottom-feeders, even more bottom-feeders.
* * * *
Suffering, more suffering, even more suffering.
* * * *
Moronic, more moronic, even more moronic.
* * * *
Natural selection, more natural selection, even more natural selection.
* * * *
Unnatural selection, more unnatural selection, even more unnatural selection.
* * * *
Capitulation, more capitulation, even more capitulation.
* * * *
Inner dialogue, more inner dialogue, even more inner dialogue.
* * * *
Plagiarization, more plagiarization, even more plagiarization.
* * * *
Duplication, more duplication, even more duplication.
* * * *
Observation, more observation, even more observation.
* * * *
Bitter brew, more bitter brew, even more bitter brew.
* * * *
Mumbo-jumbo, more mumbo-jumbo, even more mumbo-jumbo.
* * * *
Foul purpose, more foul purpose, even more foul purpose.
* * * *
Pandora, more pandora, even more pandora.
* * * *
Storytelling, more storytelling, even more storytelling.
* * * *
Human concoction, more human concoction, even more human concoction.
* * * *
Conceptual fray, more conceptual fray, even more conceptual fray.
* * * *
God-eat-god, more god-eat-god, even more god-eat-god.
* * * *
Nothing less, more nothing less, even more nothing less.
* * * *
Nothing more, more nothing more, even more nothing more.
* * * *
Nothing but, more nothing but, even more nothing but.
* * * *
Splinters, more splinters, even more splinters.
* * * *
Selfie madness, more selfie madness, even more selfie madness.
* * * *
Watching, more watching, even more watching.
* * * *
Hysteria, more hysteria, even more hysteria.
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Perspectives, more perspectives, even more perspectives.
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Holy shit, more holy shit, even more holy shit.
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Trial and error, more trial and error, even more trial and error.
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Inner narration, more inner narration, even more inner narration.
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Genomic sequencing, more genomic sequencing, even more genomic sequencing.
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Human poppycock, more human poppycock, even more human poppycock.
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Subtlety, more subtlety, even more subtlety.
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Titles, more titles, even more titles.
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Travesty, more travesty, even more travesty.
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Irrationality, more irrationality, even more irrationality.
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Banality, more banality, even more banality.
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Naps, more naps, even more naps.
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Processing, more processing, even more processing.
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Dittyfesting, more dittyfesting, even more dittyfesting.
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Mirages, more mirages, even more mirages.
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Dreamtime, more dreamtime, even more dreamtime.
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Discord, more discord, even more discord.
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Dissipation, more dissipation, even more dissipation.
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Distrust, more distrust, even more distrust.
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Disgust, more disgust, even more disgust.
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Development, more development, even more development.
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Distraction, more distraction, even more distraction.
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Terror, more terror, even more terror.
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Gossip, more gossip, even more gossip.
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Nagging, more nagging, even more nagging.
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Already forgotten, more already forgotten, even more already forgotten.
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Torture, more torture, even more torture.
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Just being, more just being, even more just being.
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Doofus, more doofus, even more doofus.
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Stepping back, more stepping back, even more stepping back.
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Sweet surrender, more sweet surrender, even more sweet surrender.
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Celebration, more celebration, even more celebration.
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Boogaloo, more boogaloo, even more boogaloo.
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Nostalgia, more nostalgia, even more nostalgia.
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Empty chatter, more empty chatter, even more empty chatter.
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Phases, more phases, even more phases.
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Hurt, more hurt, even more hurt.
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Zip, more zip, even more zip.
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Moving on, more moving on, even more moving on.
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Pollyanna, more pollyanna, even more pollyanna.
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Hidden treasure, more hidden treasure, even more hidden treasure.
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Yada yada, more yada yada, even more yada yada.
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Intensity, more intensity, even more intensity.
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Revelations, more revelations, even more revelations.
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Preening, more preening, even more preening.
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Chaff, more chaff, even more chaff.
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Hooey balooey, more hooey balooey, even more hooey balooey.
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Tales of woe, more tales of woe, even more tales of woe.
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Th-th-th-that's all folks, more th-th-th-that's all folks, even more th-th-th-that's all folks.