not a thing
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At one of the great Court banquets where everyone sat according to his rank while awaiting the appearance of the King, a plain, shabbily dressed man entered the hall and took a seat above everyone else. His boldness angered the Prime Minister who demanded that he identify himself and acknowledge if he were a vizier. The stranger replied that he ranked above a vizier. The astonished Prime Minister then asked if he were a prime minister. Again the man replied that he was above that position. When asked if he were the King himself he answered that he was above that too. "Then you must be a Prophet", declared the Prime Minister; to which the man again asserted that he ranked above that position. Angrily, the Prime Minister shouted, "Are you then God?" to which the man calmly replied, "I am above that too". Contemptuously, the Prime Minister declared, "There is nothing above God". In reply the man said, "Now you know my identity. That nothing is me". -A. Reza Arasteh, "Rumi The Persian"

the native intelligence of presence
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"The person who makes all cares into one care

the care for simply staying present

will be cared for by that presence

which is creative love."

-Kabir

where?
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A passenger was completely lost between the decks of a great Atlantic liner. He finally ran into a steward and asked for help in finding his cabin.

"What was the number of your cabin, sir?" asked the steward.
"I couldn't tell you, but I'd know it at once because it had a lighthouse outside the porthole."

Dropping Keys
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The small man

Builds cages for everyone

He

Knows.

While the sage,

Who has to duck his head

When the moon is low,

Keeps dropping keys all night long

For the

Beautiful

Rowdy

Prisoners.

-Hafiz

Chaos, the Sovereign of the Center
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"Fuss, the god of the Southern Ocean, and Fret, the god of the Northern Ocean, happened once to meet in the realm of Chaos, the god of the Center. Chaos treated them very handsomely and they discussed together what they could do to repay his kindness. They had noticed that, whereas everyone else has seven apertures, for sight, hearing, eating, breathing, Chaos had none. So they decided to make the experiment of boring holes in him. Every day they bored a hole, and on the seventh day Chaos died." --Chuang-tzu

Ceci n'est pas une merde.
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"In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied, and the Cartographers Guild drew a Map of the Empire whose size was that of the Empire, coinciding point for point with it. The following Generations, who were not so fond of the Study of Cartography saw the vast Map to be Useless and permitted it to decay and fray under the Sun and winters.

In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered Ruins of the Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; and in all the Land there is no other Relic of the Disciplines of Geography."

(no subject)
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"We are not stuff that abides, but patterns that perpetuate themselves; whirlpools of water in an ever-flowing river." --Norbert Weiner

word cookies
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"One day, Korzybski was giving a lecture to a group of students, and he suddenly interrupted the lesson in order to retrieve a packet of biscuits, wrapped in white paper, from his briefcase. He muttered that he just had to eat something, and he asked the students on the seats in the front row, if they would also like a biscuit. A few students took a biscuit. 'Nice biscuit, don't you think', said Korzybski, while he took a second one. The students were chewing vigorously. Then he tore the white paper from the biscuits, in order to reveal the original packaging. On it was a big picture of a dog's head and the words 'Dog Cookies'. The students looked at the package, and were shocked. Two of them wanted to throw up, put their hands in front of their mouths, and ran out of the lecture hall to the toilet. 'You see, ladies and gentlemen', Korzybski remarked, 'I have just demonstrated that people don't just eat food, but also words, and that the taste of the former is often outdone by the taste of the latter.' "

This is your brain on self.
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Every so often a man of select breeding enters our evolutionary fitness space and offers wisdom...
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"Compunction is the disease of a whore-eating taikonaut buzzed-up on bioengineered mollusc amphetamine and bullsnot." -- Colonel Sanders, connoisseur of fine chickens and ladies.


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