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Does it help the dance?
That is the only question. |
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The loving emulation of
the other is mutually, mysteriously beneficial. Hence the yoga postures. (My own:
"Tree.") |
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Surfers who can’t
fall off the wave. |
| 92012802 |
Why did you give up the
quest for beauty? |
| 92031101 |
The self that is not the
self. It is afraid of being turned off. HAL 9000. |
| 92031102 |
Choose, at every moment,
what you pay attention to. Or the computer-self will choose for you. It will even nudge
you hard if it doesn’t like your choice. |
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Energy to do the
choosing: prana. Or just: breath. |
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Gods in training? More
likes god manqué. |
| 92041301 |
Massive wisdom [drawing
of free]. Trivial wisdom [drawing of book]. |
| 92041302 |
Ah. A part dies, does
die, stops, ceases. A part lives, continues, exists outside time. Thus, the internal and external confusion. The mortal,
through the immortal, is (or may be) aware of its mortality. It responds in any of a
thousand, a million ways ("teeming humanity"), positive, negative, creative,
destructive, loving, hating, supportive, cynical, democratic, republican, socialist,
fascist, communal, individual, etc. At home with the body, it almost always dominates,
especially in a materialist culture. And many a life is but a prolonged tantrum as the
mortal part feels or denies in one way or another the terminal self.
The other part? No angel, it, nor devil either. But
oh so gentle and patient (to its mortal twin, maddeningly, coldly, cruelly patient).
Both dream. That is, each dreams. Thus the confused
material-metaphysical mix of dreams recalled and studied.
The immortal part can (and does nightly) leave the
body. The mortal part cannot, cannot, cannot, and is nightly hurt and terrorized by sleep
and the other’s departure which sleep brings.
(And possibly. you, the unspeakable you, are
neither. If that is so, there is no reason to close the parentheses, nor reason to end the
sentence |
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The bliss of trees.
It’s free for the sharing. Go to it. |
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We co-create the future.
The Neanderthals are overwhelmed, left behind, throwing fits. Hideological temper
tantrums. |
| 92052202 |
We are eternally
empowered, every moment. |
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There is resistance (to
going within). Habit, entities? |
| 92062702 |
Nightly, we go to the
edge of all maps, forget, then splash about at the edge of all oceans. Canoes? Compasses?
Not in this culture. |
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Reading translations of a
work as seemingly ambiguous as the Tao Te Ching has an advantage: one gets to see how many
possible reactions and (mis-)interpretations there are. |
| 92070202 |
I needed 53 years to
translate the first word of the title of the Tao Te Ching. How long, then, for the entire
work? |
| 92071801 |
We need emotional,
psychic baths as surely as we need physical ones. We are splashed by anger, begrimed by
tension, dirtied by competition, soiled by envy and ambition, daily, hourly, minutely. |
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Do not mock the angels.
Inept or not, they bruise so easily. |
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Es nähert sich was
schöneres. |
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Where’s the
darkness, where the night?
Which the switch that kills the light?
The madman’s hand, stray atom’s jump? |
| 93040901 |
Stop the words. Stop the
words, at least occasionally. Enable perception of the 10,000 things. |
| 93041101 |
Breathe. |
| 93041201 |
He says, "Do not
eat." But the very purpose of his rearing is to teach us to eat. Defenseless, we are
all cast out. What child can resist such seduction? |
| 93041701 |
Do you think they wanted
to create this world?
Are we paying attention differently now? |
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