30 June 2014

Two Hundred and Twenty-Two


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We are all ultimately about as individual as drops falling back into an ocean wave.

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Tread carefully, tread wisely, that is your mother you are walking on.

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What god in its right mind would create this absurd species?

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Every form has a fate to which it is inexorably linked.

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In stillness, you are the truth, the life, the way.

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A splinter of history in every mind.

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Malthus postponed yet again.

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Nothing, doing.

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Speculations abound.

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And despite all that, life goes on.

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Clueless looking forward, fate looking back.

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Angel to some, demon to others, yet ever the same.

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Hate and revenge are the harshest harvest of dualistic notion.

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Religion that despises, that destroys nature is not religion worth much attention.

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Take off your face, put away your mind, and just be your Self.