17 August 2014

Two Hundred and Eighty-One

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The senses caress the mind with any number of agonies and ecstasies.

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All forms of idolatry are essentially the same time-bound fiction with different metaphors.

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It is your universe from which to pick and choose as your calling wills.

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The myriad others, when have they ever not been you?

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You are just one fulfillment of all potentials.

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Don’t need to, but what the heck.

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It is said, it is done.

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Puny mortals.

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Every mind a temple.

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Meaning and purpose … pffft.

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The choir always quibbling over nothing.

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This right now is the Truth, for it could be nothing less.

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There you go again, cutting off the inquiry with a meaningless label.

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Ask not what your god can do for you, but what you need do to merge back into it.

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How can you be bored when every single moment is exactly the same?