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Exactly what you don't think.

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#la mechanique de l'histoire pantheon

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There sure are lots of monkey bars of information to swing around on and occasionally fall painfully into the hard-packed sand and get the wind knocked out of you from. Such a Fisher-Price forest of brightly colored idea squirrels to chase. Such a modest playground of tiny fluffers to awaken the brain. Not enough to know what to say exactly, but just the right amount to post about it anyway.

Which is sometimes a problem. Maybe we should wait just a nanosecond before saying anything. At least check the spelling before we post. Waiting a teensy bit longer will magickally get the water to boil. Holding off the climax will emphasize the explosion.

Maybe instead of reacting, we more carefully respond. Instead of always jumping to conclusions, maybe we should walk.

And then maybe -- just maybe -- we'll have less fatal accidents on the playground.

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Sun

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Remember this: WHATEVER you come across in your inner journey, YOU ARE NOT IT.

You are the one who is WITNESSING it. It may be nothingness, it may be blissfulness, it may be silence, but always remember that however beautiful and however enchanting an experience you come across, YOU ARE NOT IT.

You are the one who is EXPERIENCING it.

If you go on and on and on, you’ll find that the ultimate peak in the journey is the point when there is NO EXPERIENCING LEFT – neither silence, nor blissfulness, nor nothingness.

No object, just witnessing. The mirror is empty. It's finally not reflecting anything.

That’s you.

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Professional Singers (1870)

Photo: Suzuki Shin'ichi

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One mint makes you smaller. This mint makes you non-locally self-realized.

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AGI

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There are a lot of wild superheroes flying around my neighborhood, and they keep bumping into our window.

I think they may be just attacking their own reflection.

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You will like this. If you like any of my posts, you will like this, too. It's just the musical version of my posts. Secret messages and mysterious word play that you can tap your toe to.

I'm a musician and have been in bands since biblical times. Our last line-up even included the drummer for Björk and the Sugarcubes! These songs are not one-button AI generations. They have real roots.

I spend way too much time working on these songs for you. Please give them a try.

Listening is easy.

Do it now.

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Hey, check out this rock. It was a single perfect megalith until some idiots wrecked it by carving their initials and other crap into it.

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He is our Buddhist monk lighting himself on fire; he is our Kamikaze pilot committing suicide; he is our Jesus Christ.

He is driven by the belief that the survival of the collective outweighs the existence of the individual

Thank you for your service, Jason.

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Caught between a rock and a rock.

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Éléonore-Marie-Pauline de Galard de Brassac de Béarn (1825–1860), Princesse de Broglie

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres

Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, the neo-classical French artist par excellence, painted this masterpiece toward the end of his life when his reputation as a portraitist to prominent citizens and Orléanist aristocrats had been long established. Pauline de Broglie sat for the artist’s final commission. Ingres captures the shy reserve of his subject while illuminating through seamless brushwork the material quality of her many fine attributes: her rich blue satin and lace ball gown, the gold embroidered shawl, and silk damask chair, together with finely tooled jewels of pearl, enamel, and gold. The portrait was commissioned by the sitter’s husband, Albert de Broglie, a few years after their ill-fated marriage. Pauline was stricken with tuberculosis soon after completion of the exquisite portrait, leaving five sons and a grieving husband. Through Albert’s lifetime, it was draped in fabric on the walls of the family residence. The portrait remained in the de Broglie family until shortly before Robert Lehman acquired it.

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Modern Dialogue

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The secret of life is that there isn't one.

Pointless existence is the peak of freedom!

Arbitrary adaptation to random events of glorious, unlimited synchronicity gives an illusion of meaning we can sincerely pretend to accept!

Genuine cynical guilelessness powered by a discerning low thrill threshold and a happy not sappy life without subtext.

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An egg, sick of being art, makes a run for it.