A
smidgeon
of overindulgence
is sometimes necessary
to gain appreciation for
your own limitations
as well as the way
everything else
otherwise
always
is.

One's greatest limits
seem too often to be those
brooding in One's mind

Why do we feel the need to talk all the time?
Just because we have hammers doesn't mean we must always use them.
Just because we have cars doesn't mean we can't walk.
Just because we have computers doesn't mean we can't practice calligraphy.
Just because we have paint doesn't mean that we must fill in all the white space.

We must learn how to stop, breathe, think and observe
without constantly interjecting our own perspective.

That said, words are powerful tools.
Words are the magic spells you wish you knew
and as such, we must respect them and give them space.
Much like LSD:
the more you use them in rapid succession
the less potent they become to you.
The more callus our minds become.
The greater our tolerance becomes.
Diminishing returns are a bee-otch
when you want what you've already had.

Moderation is key.

Sample size is invalid without complementary points of reference.
Use of Yin require finesse with Yang,
as action requires finesse with non-action.
It's at least as much about omission as addition.
The influence of negative space is profound.

Welcome to Taoist philosophy;
to astrophysics and psychology.
Welcome to symbology; mythology.

Welcome to Life.
May your stay be meaningful.

Life will always discourage you
with slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
but you'd usually be far better off
telling the Adversity to go **** itself
(and writing that **** down!)
and continuing directly on
being who you know
you truly are;

Everything has flaws.
Everyone has flaws.

The only One
who is truly flawed
is the One who allows flaws
to dominate One's only Mind.

Little is ever ideal;
thus One had best learn to cope
and to make the very most
of the facilities One has available.

You're outrageously lucky
and so am I;
You sell yourself short
and so do I;
You have great potential
and so do I;

and thus I must say
to seize the ******* day.

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

We've got the right to choose and
There ain't no way we'll lose it
This is our life, this is our song
We'll fight a 1000 legions
Don't pick our destiny 'cause
You don't know us, you don't belong

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

Oh, you're so condescending
Your goal is never ending
We don't want nothin', not a thing from you
Your life is trite and jaded
Boring and confiscated
If that's your best, your best won't do

Whoa...
Whoa...
We're right, yeah
We're free, yeah
We'll fight, yeah
You'll see, yeah

Oh we're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

Oh we're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
Oh we're not gonna take it anymore
No way!

Whoa...
Whoa...
We're right, yeah
We're free, yeah
We'll fight, yeah
You'll see, yeah

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

We're not gonna take it, no!
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore

(just you try and make us)
We're not gonna take it
(come on)
No, we ain't gonna take it
(you're all worthless and weak)
We're not gonna take it anymore
(now drop and give me twenty)
We're not gonna take it
(a Pledge pin)
No, we ain't gonna take it
(on your uniform)
We're not gonna take it anymore

Learn to swallow pride and apologize,
'cause it's not worth damaging relationships
to sate some ephemeral lust of Ego.

The echos of Chi
reverberate off the walls:
The Chi of my friends.

The echos of Chi:
After the vessel has passed,
the wake is still felt.

The echos of Chi
are as ripples in water.
Ricochet, Echo.

"Feed a man for free, and he'll be back for more.
Feed a man a bullet, and you'll never hear from him again."

The Love you say you seek
is not what you deserve
The Love you seem to need
is the kind you'd throw away
The Love you say you seek
does not deserve your Love, no
The Love you say you have
is not the Love you've handed out

But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again;

How the young
are so eager to drop their pants
and spread their legs
and call it Love;
They, who wouldn't know Love
if it held a gun right up to their heads.

But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again, Lyssa
But then again,
the closest Lyssa,
who am I to say?
Who- am- I- to- say?

**** others
**** the others;
and **** still others up;
tryin' to fill that void
from which you're on the run
inside

But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,

I think you confuse
Lust for Love and
Desire for Need;
or maybe it's that you're
so shallow,
so hollow
that they're one in the same
to you, Lyssa,
to you, Lyssa,
******* Lyssa,
*******.

But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say that

The Love you say you seek
is not what you deserve
The Love you seem to need
is the kind you'd throw away
The Love you say you seek
does not deserve your Love, no
The Love you say you have
is not the Love you've handed out

**** others.
**** the others;
and **** still others up;
tryin' to fill that void
from which you're on the run
on the inside

Good luck, Lyssa
Good luck, Lyssa
Good ****, Lyssa
Good ******' luck, Lyssa

The All-Creative Godself,
in order to keep itself amused,
slips periodically and intentionally into a Dream
in order to stage a Play
wherein it plays all roles:

Actors, Plot, Context,
Script, Lighting, Director,
Author and Audience.

The Play of the Godself,
known as Māyā in Hindu Philosophy,
is the illusory perception of separation
of Ātman and Brahman;
of Self and Godself;
made so in order for the Godself to distract itself
from the fact that it plays all roles simultaneously and perpetually:

After all, if there is no apparent struggle for improvement of oneself and of the world at large,
nor winding and hidden path leading towards Enlightenment;
what is the purpose of the Play of the All-Creative Godself?
--
There is no boundary other than Perception
between Self and Godself.

Sometime, we should drink together.
whether shots or a glass or beer.
Not too much, but also not too little;
Life is there to be lived.

Bring forth thy favorite bottles,
I'll bring thee hence mine.
We can compare and contrast;
tell tales of times past:

Drink of it and be merry,
though tread lightly, lest it drink of you;
for the Shadow of Dionysus
will drag One thence unto Doom.

We should drink together;
whether shots or a glass or beer.
We should toast to Life; to whatever;
to the Music of Reality! Here, here!

Bring forth thy favorite Bottles,
and I'll bring thee hence mine.
It truly isn't a matter of
"Cider, Cocktails, Brew, Liquor, or Wine?"

just bring forth thy favorite Bottles
and I'll bring thee hence mine,
and I'm confident that we all
can have a **** smashing time.

A good
spur-of-the-moment Decision
all too oft turns out better
than oh so many more
made with far too much deliberation.

good judgement
comes from experience
experience
comes from bad judgement

Knowledge
is a term for trivia; information.

Humourless. Dark.
Static. Solid. Literal.
Earth.


Wisdom,* then,
is a sort-of *Martial Art of applied Trivia.

Humourous. Light.
Dynamic. Fluid. Symbolic.
Water.


Almost as if Yin and Yang!
-

Unsere grösste Begrenzungen
scheinen mir zu sein
die, auf welsche
wir uns begrenzen.
-
Our greatest limitations
seem to me to be
those to which
we limit ourselves.

Sprache ist ein komisches Ding:
Wenn man eine Sprache nicht spricht,
alles man liest oder hört
ist ganz und gar Egal;
doch wenn man die Sprache spricht,
ist alles umstritten und ist abhängig.
-
Language is a funny thing:
When one doesn't speak a Language,
everything one reads or hears
is totally equal, it's all the same;
but when one speaks the Language,
everything is controversial and dependent.

The Comfort Zone
is a beautiful place
but an infertile one

I find it quite sad indeed
that with all of our mental and physical capacities
we have not yet the capacity for peace and harmony
on a larger scale of time or space,
but we have the wherewithal to engage in wars in the names of 'peaceful' gods for millennium.

**** this Humanity;
I think it's high time for a new one.
This one is too volatile and suicidal,
our form of diplomacy is a gun.

In everyday Life, just like in Mathematics,*
the idea should be to *isolate and solve for variables,
not to increase the number of variables.

But, to answer my own question;

If you enjoy thinking analytically,
if you are a fan of Logic, and the power it holds,
you'll find yourself using that **** all the time.

It is magnitudes better
to humbly learn from those who came before you;
who, for the intellectual progeny of Humanity,
were considerate enough to record their wisdom
(once we figured out we could)
than it is to reinvent the wheel
every ten years
with each successive herd
of self-absorbed students.

However, that said,
it is vital to forge new ground.
It is necessary to reach out from History
in order to encounter anything new
from which we're doomed
to learn a thing, or a few.

The capacity to teach one's self
is a skill limited only by one's self.
The ability to learn from others
is truly a skill of nearly infinite wealth.

Everyone
knows something
you do not,
so
shut the **** up
and listen;
you may just learn a thing or two.
But,
then again,
lots of people
are full of ****.
So,
tread lightly
but decisively.

It.




It is.


What is it?

That's just it:
it just is.

Fight it if you will.

Will
does have certain power that knows no known bounds,
but Will is nigh useless unless you act.

Action
can be a step in the wrong direction
if you don't stop to consider the implications of the choice.

Choice
is both a gift and a curse,
for we can never know with certainty.

Certainty
is a generalization for a particular probability
that we see to be in our favor.

Favor
is a slippery *****
inexorably leading to isolation.

Isolation
is what mind felt
when saw itself as the pilot of matter.

Matter
is frozen energy-
potential en potentia:

Potential.

Everything is potential.

Create the future you wish to reap.
Have the courage to blaze your own trail
if none you've found is as you desire;
there's nothing wrong with that:

It isn't selfish
to seek what it is for which your heart and soul cry out.
It isn't selfish
to refuse to follow a Path laid by another.
It isn't selfish
to pursue happiness;
rather, I find it to be quite the contrary:

If we all, independently, could bring about our own ecstasy
try to fathom what a rave life could be.

Puns may be intended;
ne'er forget to read between the lines-
read between the words themselves,
and look within them as well as thyself
for comprehension;
for understanding.

Words are such funny tools.
Such is a theme of mine.

Tools
be not at fault
for the evil that is so often wrought by them;
they are a catalyst; a medium:
a sort-of transmittal of intention:

A hammer can build or ****
with similar effort and ease
if only the Will is so inclined.

That is the boundless power of Will.
That is our responsibility as conscious beings.

One must seek construction of the Self,
rather than destruction of the Other.

For,
what is destruction of the Other
if not destruction of the Self
from the outside
in
?

(All off my questions are rhetorical and not.
Answer them. I dare you. They are my challenges.
Therein lies the journey to understanding the Self;
or, as they call it in academia: "Philosophy.")

I find that One finds what One seeks,
whether it is harmony or dissonance
or anything else in between.
(Or, maybe that's a product of my own bias!)

Thy every moment may differ,
but t'is of thy Path that I speak.

Tread lightly, my friend.

Only you can bear thy torch-
but, the true crux
is refusing to drop it
until you no longer require it.

It can be important to have capacity for Wrath
but it's always important to not use it to it's full potential.