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This is something I have been contemplating ever since I have stumbled upon the concept. I think that non-duality has been the natural progression of consciousness as I have gained access to realms of a diminished ego. To me, it is almost the ultimate mindset, for it allows for constant harmony even in the light of dissonance.
It completely explodes in radiant and uncharted landscapes of thought as it bypasses almost every culturally imposed limit on the mind, or at least in terms of thought constructs.
For now it is possible to contradict the ego, to explore the impossibilities of paradoxes
Now it is feasible to empathize with every consciousness.
Now, we can think any thought that we could ever think with holistic faith.
Now, we are free to use our minds as a medium for direct art.
Our creativity is now unleashed into the constructs of reality.
And there is no commitment.
We can go back on anything, we can constantly disagree with ourself, or even more useful, we can understand how to agree with every perspective put before us.
We can be full of ego and free from it simultaneously.
We can employ it whenever we want, straying from it and returning only when appropriate.
Truth has morphed into formlessness, as the limits of truth are now defined by the limits of creativity.
Logic is now a laughable barrier as we fly past it into liberating clouds and strata of uninhibited experience and emotion, only to return back to find logic in tact and waiting for us with infinite patience.
Non-duality
Coincidentia Oppositorum
Enantiodromia
It seems to me that nature selects not for brute strength, or *******, or parasitism; but rather, it selects for the most adaptable.
We are a species who has all but ceased biological adaptation,
all that remains is cognitive adaptation.




Also, this is all a false-hood. I am lying to you. This is not truth.
If psychedelics have taught me anything, it is the ignorant recklessness of being which invigorates me to the point of action. Impulses which are not thoughts before they are manifested.
The naive desire to reject all which bounds and limits you.
NO!
WE ARE BEAUTIFUL AND WE LOVE YOU AND NOW WE WILL **** YOU TO FEED A PACK OF WILD PIGS.
WE WILL SETTLE FOR NOTHING LESS THAN UTOPIA!
WE WILL MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES AS EVERYBODY IN HISTORY! BUT THE JOKE IS ON THEM, FOR IT IS NOT THE SAME. FOR WE ARE NOT THEM. THEY ARE ALREADY MAKING THAT MISTAKE AGAIN RIGHT NOW!
WE WILL IMPROVISE RITUAL MAGIC AND CONJURE IMAGINARY SCOUTS ON HORSEBACK JUST TO HELP US EXPLORE THE UNTAINTED EXUBERANCE OF CHILDHOOD!
WE WILL NEVER SLEEP, FOR WE PREFER TO DREAM AWAKE
AND WE WILL ONLY STOP DREAMING ONCE WE FAKE BEING AWAKE
I HATE WISDOM
I PREFER IGNORANCE AND DELUSION
I WANT TO BATHE IN THE ETERNITY OF SHIZOID PARABLES
I WANT TO LICK THE VENOM FROM THE STAGNANT HEARTS OF CYNICS
FOR WE WILL NEVER GROW OLD, OR STALE
AND WE WILL NEVER DIE
FOR WE PREFER THE WISDOM OF NOVELTY
AND AWAKE TO FIND OURSELVES IMMORTAL
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2018
not really out of this world
      but which world is this world, I said

the love of just one woman-girl
       the hotel and the beach and the bed

the Dragon Scroll finally unfurled
        nothing is there so instead

Master Oogway like the YinYang is
                                                       twirled
All Daoists see through the Dust that is
                                                        red.
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2019
Oxford evening, Eagle and Child
      Twilight blue, wonder wild
                 historical myth?
                     truly I wish
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2019
At Georgetown the poem drops
Thinkin’ Lincoln lops
Coincidentia Oppositorum ops...

3 weeeks later, I converse with cops.
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2022
There's no sure way
To distinguish mysticism from madness
The priests pray for you
The psychiatrists give you lithium

Taipei was truthful
Little dragon temple
Excellent students
Delicious won ton soup

Some see synchronicity
Noncausal meaningfulness
The Dao's hidden depths
Coincidence y Coincidentia Oppositorum.

Dublin was pubs
And bus rides through town
Friendly faces at the post office
Trinity College. Alley Oop.
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2023
I am a taxi service
And I kinda like it
Meet my children's friends
Get everyone safely home

I liked Siena Cathedral
Fettuccini Alfredo
Bruschetta, pasta, olives
Honeymoon in Rome

Coincidentia Oppositorum
Neils Bohr, Nicolus of Cusa
God as Not Other
Stately pleasure dome

Prayers for Cornel West
Viva Sacramento!
Mark, Ernest, Jerrod
Ohm mane padme ohm

         Moby **** tome
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2019
Irish and English, French in the forum
          coincidentia oppositorum
                      old worlds
                      made new
Qualyxian Quest Nov 2022
I got some mystical things goin' on
Please help me, humility
Help me pay attention
Please protect my 3

I remember Father Greeley
I remember Dr. Thomas
To do the best I can
Help me keep my promise

Coincidentia Oppositorum
Coincidence, not a cause
Tryin' to get to Florida
Dodgin' them Georgia laws

          Listen. Fight. Pause.

                     Shemas!
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2022
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Willing suspension of disbelief
Beware! Beware!
His remains are rediscovered

German philosophy
Achtung, baby
George Wurzbach
Like a River for your mother

Coleridge bipolar
Like so many poets
Like my troubled soul
Mis hermonos y my brothers

Wedding in Tel Aviv
Wedding in Tokyo
Coincidentia Oppositorum
The thrill of the Other
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2023
I am a taxi service
And I kinda like it
Meet my children's friends
Get everyone safely home

I liked Siena Cathedral
Fettuccini Alfredo
Bruschetta, olives
Honeymoon in Rome

Coincidentia Oppositorum
Neils Bohr, Nicolus of Cusa
God as Not Other
Stately pleasure dome

Prayers for Cornel West
Viva Sacramento!
Mark, Ernest, Jerrod
Ohm mane padme ohm

         Moby **** tome
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2020
I don't exactly want to be famous
But I do exactly wish to be read

And I would like my loves remembered
When I'm long lost doomed and dead

Some things so long inside me
They simply had to be said

Letters, poems, love songs
Confessions like blood run red

Much madness now behind me
Unknown fears in the future ahead

My roommate was a bank robber
I'm a geek with no street cred

Coincidentia oppositorum
Is the way the mystics wed

Trump's rise unites the racists
To Ireland we fled

Snowfall shunyata
Though Pascalian the Dread

Silence, sacred silence,
Where will we be led?

— The End —