The Nature of Reality, Revisited

“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become… With our thoughts, we make the world.”

The above Buddhist quoth of a raven, I say, is demonstration that we are indeed made in the image of the creator. And that we patently don’t indeed look like the Creator, despite the fact that the holy word/sacred book tells us that Moses was privileged to get a good look at the crack of the Creator’s ass from the perspective of a crevice.

Fruit of the figtree of all our imaginations! That is the stuff of the reality of the world! Yes, the material world. It is more than amalgam, it is a composite of an assemblage of conglomerate of all our creations. We have no deity or demon or one else any other to blame.

Since so many of us are barren fig trees, since so many are twisted, dim-witted maphrotight fools and many are of the profession of a nobody from hell, a whore-spawn, a cluster of evil, a lawyer – we thus have a less than ideal world going on, containing much that appears apparently evil.

That’s reality

It’s up to us, all and each of us, to make the world better.

It starts with us.

So quit complaining! Stamp out all negativity! Gratitude is the key!

[Thank you for your attention to this matter,]

Center in the Never-Know

The center-point of peace

So elusive, infinitesimal –

Know it imperfectly

The fleeting moment is gone

Difficult and impossible

Concealed to rationality

The smallness of true existence

Isolate within a vastness to contain all

Centered in a peaceful universe

The space too vast to feel

The universe itself can may be illusion

 Turning in on itself

Itself and all it is contained in the smallest infinitesimal space

And that subatomic space is itself isolate

Within the vast atom of universe —

And the biggest thing is small while the smallest is vast and empty space

Talking about such space between us all

The alpha contains the omega which contains the alpha et sic porro et cetera

Quantum kaleidoscope mirror of everything which never ends

And the beginning is imagined and isolate infinitesimal

Insignificant unnoticed in the empty vastness of it all

In logic, quantum is just a word

All the emptiness is a connective encompassing all in community of illogic, big and small within without

And the interconnectedness may never go explained; unseeable by the little grasping mind

As one, as is, as oneness isness all. All in all. Illogic. Beyond.

To Know Know Know

War rages all around me. Fools bark all around me. Cowards cower and shriek hysterically. Yet all is calm within. I can do without all that is without. I am in no wise dragged into the madness all around. Wise I am. To really know me is to brush with sage. To not know me is to tumble empty streets like a tumbleweed of sagebrush.

To know or to not know. Neither are the question.