18 August 2014

Two Hundred and Eighty-Nine

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Remarkable how much bad theater is playing out on this little stage.

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What is yours, what is mine, is only for but a very brief play of the time in mind.

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Only the truly ignorant claim to know things they cannot, and never will.

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You know enough to pretend you know more than you ever can.

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Snappity-crackity-poppity, what bother an aging body.

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What differences are there to align with, really?

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Alone, so terribly, so wonderfully alone.

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None of that matters anymore.

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Let go all the insoluble problems.

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Stretch your mind to its infinite presence.

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What cannot be peaceful if stillness reigns within.

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We must all play out our time as the cards willy-nilly fall.

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Who is right and who is wrong, and where is the line between?

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Any given mind can only wrap around what it is capable of wrapping around.

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We are all quantum experiments in one form or another.