I was drawn to the sea until i saw the sea in me. Non-being is the perfect belief. Only being knows non-being. Most people need a wisdom teacher just to tell them to shut up, I’m sorry, be silent.
The waking state is not awake but dreaming, the dreamstate isn’t dreaming but asleep, and deep sleep isn’t sleeping but the big bang.
Understanding is not conceptual. For the lack of a better concept, understanding is experiential. And others cannot test our understanding. This is why we kill the buddha.
It’s not the meaninglessness that gets you in the end; it’s the meaning. Brahman is a myth. There is no name for tao. The mirror itself is dustproof. The inner is the outer as above is as below.
Scientific materialism is all about denying consciousness and affirming dead matter gives birth to being and not the paradoxical opposite. The mind is a tool made by consciousness to forget being by remembering concepts.
footnotes
i don't understand just wanting your sixties to be the new forties. i want my sixties to be the new four.
atheism, nihilism, materialism and even neo-advaita and maybe western zen are just the latest religions of the empire of non-being
you could do a whole lot worse than reading i am that three times while reserving judgment. it's one way of keeping quiet.
the empire calls it the waking state to keep you dreaming, and the dreamstate to make it difficult to sleep, perchance to awaken.
was shakespeare a woman?
as soon as they think you're born, they make you feel born, is my corollary to john lennon.
not only am i all alone, the ones i love are virtually with me
still arden shakespeare cymbeline watching bbc 1982 helen mirren—man, almost all the men around princess innogen really suck in this one. her father is a tyrant. her banished husband is just another jealous guy. his iachimo is yuck. her stepbrother wannbe king literally stinks.
as personal deconstruction is divine imagination, negative capability is lucid dreaming
i'm about to begin 3.3 please no spoilers.
i didn't lose the lottery in 1971. my number was 204. and that has made all the difference.
twimc—
it's all about turiya.
as for my reading the major poetry of emerson very early on, these three poems written in the mid-nineteenth century are probably worth thirty thousand today: the sphinx, uriel, brahma.
sometimes the mind eats you and sometimes you eat the mind.
in the name of self-awareness, abed.
1. zip a dee doo dah.
2. papa-oom-mow-mow.
3. mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey.
4. goo goo g'joob.
5. ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang.
6. in a gadda da vida, honey.
7. to be or not to be.
poetry is two and prophecy is three. but revelations is turned up to seven.
i heard the crickets fall tonight,
iambic of tetrameter.
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