28 June 2014

Two Hundred and Twenty


220


A chemistry experiment with all rational controls thrown to the winds of chance.

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Death will merely be the finale to your unique translation of history.

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It is perhaps less about seeking it, than it finding you.

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Humbling to realize how little you really know.

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A Self-made witness, if ever there was one.

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Immeasurable means immeasurable.

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Dogma is the kool-aid of history.

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You were born, you will consume.

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Playing the monkey card again, eh?

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The natural state is very, very, very still.

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Philosophy means squat in the face of greed.

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There is no now to transcend because that is all it is.

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We all cling to ideas that have long since gone the way of all time.

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You can pretty much be sure that once you are born, it is only going to get worse.

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Some choirs resonate as one, others fall into churning quibble.