Leftovers
Do not even for a second believe that you are the only one thinking something.
Do not even for a second doubt that you are the only one thinking something.
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The sciences have obliquely pointed out over and over, many ways, many times,
That the senses are but evolutionary, neurological creations, weavers of the mind's theater.
How long before the transcendental reality becomes clear beyond doubt,
And awareness reasserts its rightful sovereignty
Over the conditioned usurper born of imaginary design.
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Scientific method is the most exact means humankind has yet devised
To measure, to examine, the parameters of this manifest quantum dimension.
If there are other dimensions in this intrepid electromagnetic spectrum,
No doubt any intelligence is exploring it as thoroughly as possible
Through whatever ways and means circumstance allows.
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Time is but a memory, a perception, a vision, an insight, a timeless flicker of imagination,
Sparked of the electromagnetic spectrum generating the invention of existence.
Upon a more esoteric scaffold, it has been called the Lila of Brahman.
The means by which the mystery may be eternally distracted,
With but a relative few stimulated by stubborn doubt
To quest, to wander, prior to consciousness.
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It is not your Self that you should question, should doubt,
But the imaginary dream into which you have been cast.
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Where does not practicing Don Miguel Ruiz’s five agreements get you?
What happens when you are not impeccable with your word?
What happens when you take everything personally?
What happens when you make assumptions?
What happens when you do not always do your best?
What happens when you do not listen well with a skeptical ear?
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To without doubt grasp this inexplicable, impenetrable, inscrutable, incomprehensible,
Indecipherable, inseparable, indelible, mystical-magical mystery of awareness,
As indivisibly fearless and desireless and guileless as it absolutely is,
The resolute seeker can lie to anyone but himself, and only in special cases.
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True belief, true faith, true knowing, do not flower in dogma.
Discern the indivisible to slash the Gordian Knot of doubt.
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Anyone can fabricate a story,
But to believe it true requires a gullible mind,
Lacking any shadow of doubt, and prepared to pay any cost.
Such is the destiny of the true believer.
Let the buyer beware.
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A rational, lucid, cynical, skeptical, absurd, asymmetrical mind
May be the most balanced adaptation consciousness can concoct.
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What makes anyone so beyond-an-iota-of-doubt-sure,
That anything ever really happened the way they arbitrarily perceived it?
And if perchance there is an objective, impartial truth, who or what can ever be witness to it?
Is it even the slightest bit possible for there to be an unbiased, impartial observer
Without one relative, subjective, judgmental rendition or another?
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No doubt that you are brilliant in the light of your own singularity.
Alas that others cast so many shadows of relativity upon your vanity.
Soundbites
Never doubt your equality to all.
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Tolerate no lie in the quest to end all doubt.
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To ride doubt until its end is a calling for only the most tenacious upon the quest.
Breadcrumbs
No way would I ever buy an electric car, or willingly get into a driverless car.
Doubt I would ever get a bells-and-whistles digitalized car, either.
Old School through and through, and happier for it.
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The point and purpose of these way more than too many babblings
Is to inoculate all with the seed of doubt, the key to awakening.
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Doubt I would have made much of a spy or prisoner of war.
Count on me to sing like a bird if it will deflect the maw of pain.
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Yes, yes, there no doubt is some plagiarism in all this wordplay,
Some intentional, some coincidental, but relatively few and far between,
And only in order to emphasize the intentions of those who bespoke them before.