Never accept a loss as a loss, as in something negative or bad or something that should be avoided. For example, the loss of a splinter could also be considered a negative since the splinter has been lost and the splinted is now negative one splinter. The loss of some viral infection is also obviously a good thing unless you are one who enjoys viral infections.
Even a loss which is seemingly unpleasant and leaves one initially feeling a bit down and possibly heart-ached is quite possibly a grand opportunity to learn some life lesson and/or gain/grow in wisdom and become more alive.
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What is your life but a vapor . . . of eternal waters held together by life-fabric that considers not of its living or eternal properties – but just is. Count not these moments as something to heighten the self or even something of glory, but rather discard of everything so to not clutter tomorrow – for tomorrow will need a clean canvas in order to wax perfect.
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Beauty is fleeting and soft words are deceitful; however, deceit requires reciprocity and beauty can refresh the beholder. Know your limits and practice restraint; but be on guard, for the time to withhold will come when the bonds are stored away or even misplaced.
Life will have its way, and time will take its toll; there can be no end.
Ironically enough the south coast is actually quite near, but that is not the point tonight. Tonight, the music is clear, the voices are jumbled and muffled, and the desire is great. The air is, unfortunately, not stale, and the beer is, pleasantly and unfortunately, fresh and even delicious at times. The more acceptable note is that the tunes are easy going and well received.
I wonder if there is space enough. Is there?
Death. The end; some would say. The beginning; others might argue. A continuation of the same of that which is; another perception held by some, maybe. It is not blatantly evident that life is chosen, but rather, it is seemingly experienced that life is bestowed upon the living just as death is granted to all the same. So, we did not necessarily choose to live and thus we will die, which is something that much effort, energy, and resources are spent in a frivolous attempt to thwart.
Anyways – death. It will be experienced and there is nothing that can be done to curve its arrival.
Is corruption corruption when it is unknown to the host and seemingly woven into the fabric of the hosts ideals? When it’s a sincere action, part of the fabric of thought, the foundation and very inner-workings of an organization – a nation even – is it still corruption?
Worse even. As life manifests, so does death – the absence of life, antimatter if you will. It’s ultimate deception, whose innate action is devastation to all organic matter through the dissemination of non-organic matter.
“I have told you before that it is no secret the secrets of this organization. We will prosper on the backs of the masses; we will rule by the power of the weak.”
John was such a shit head when he opened his mouth. “Why not explain to me how you will stay on top again, John?”
“Well, you see,” John explained, “we only need to feed the bulls their own shit, and, as Orobouros, they will find it sickeningly irresistible, devouring themselves, and thus they will do the work for us. Just look, it is already in cycle. They eat to satisfy their gut, only to wreck it and become dependent – enslaved, broken, beaten; and while they fall to the floor we gladly take another step up on their back and peer out a bit farther in order to extend our grasp over the filth that crawl this planet.”
He’s an asshole. Prick. “But the bottom will rot, as everything does in our time, and when it gives way there will exist for all who have scavenged to the top no safe passage to the ground. Your innards will spread across the landscape below, John, revealing your true nature – animal.”
And the revelation of the real death that is thriving within, those cancerous vessels, the life-sucking tumor draining the energy from all that draws near – and it draws all near at some point. It will come. Mais ou menos dez anos, and we will see at least the beginning of the great reveal.
And our perfect circle revelation comes when we, humans, look to our AI (artificial intelligence) and fumble out that befuddled line – “who told you that you are naked?”
A run for the money taking two to the show, while three wait to get ready for the four to go past go – collect $200. The drive that is inside; what is it? Where does it come from. We, the living, the humans, the – animated – hurry past life through our lives only to too often come up short of our long anticipated dream.
The money energizes us to build, to buy, and to animate the built. Our modern societies run around a constructed reality composed of, mostly, inanimate objects; we seek to fill our pockets with inanimate energy – i.e. money – in order to purchase more inanimat-y. It is a bizarre thing, this thing we do. We, the animated, are pumped full of inanimaty in trade for our doing of things which largely consist of us creating or dealing with inanimaty in a mostly inanimate context, so that we can fill our personal context with more inanimaty!?.
There is no darkness; only lightless.
There is no hate; only loveless.
There is no death; only lifeless.
In reflection of days past I have realized that without the notion of time the day/night-experience is whole. As in, removing the grid-of-minutes-turns-to-hours-turns-to-days-turns-to-weeks-turns-to-months-turns-to-years-and so on . . . renders the perception that events are in sequence to a perception that events don’t exist, but rather existence is.
Not so easy to define, and by doing so the indescribable demonstrates its essence, thus rendering the definer dumbfounded.
It’s the moment when you figured it all out, when you saw the the whole picture, the secret of life; and you opened your mouth to voice it – and poof, gone. Indescribable means it, undefinable is not joking. I have heard some religious people explain that Ywhw (as sometimes pronounced Yah-way) is a sound that is not known. I like to use this Word as the place holder for the moment when everything aligns and the indescribable becomes known – when everything is seen and felt simultaneously; that moment when knowledge of all things is completely and utterly lost and the knower of all things is the experience.
For any that have captured this feeling, it is known that there is total and complete bliss – which is utterly indescribable.