*image by Ben Harubin

For those with experience sufficient
in travels from their own home town,
the fact becomes evident that
the various members of their family
live their lives in different time zones.

 

 

Within the rhythm of the music-of-life,
rhythms within rhythms play.

 

 

 

A certain man mused,
"If there were speed bumps
on the road of the mind
I would have been awakened
a thousand miles back."

 

 

 

And yet another man said,
"I am astounded by that which I see."
While still one more noted,
"And I by that which I do not."
So many arrows -- so few targets.

 

 

 

We know that the physical, chemical world survives by cannibalizing itself,
so why cannot man see a synonymous situation with thought?

Men miss the creamy center of their confectionery, saying, "What goes
around, comes around," by not recognizing that the only "what" there is, is
composed solely of the reoccurring.

Ask not for whom the new tolls -- for it does so only for the unknowing.

 

 

There is but one place to look for so-called "significance" in this life,
and that is in the mental world of man, a world which when once understood
is clearly recognized to be totally without any.
In one way, words are the most powerful entity known to man, that is, in
their ability to endlessly reproduce their impotent selves.