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"World Without Words" by: Nujabes from: Samurai Champloo

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The Buddha's Speech

"To speak is to name names, but to speak is not important. A thing happens once that has never happened before. Seeing it, a man looks upon reality. He cannot tell others what he has seen. Others wish to know, however, so they question him saying, 'What is it like, this thing you have seen?' So he tries to tell them. Perhaps he has seen the very first fire in the world. He tells them, 'It is red, like a poppy, but through it dance other colors. It has no form, like water, flowing everywhere. It is warm, like the sun of summer, only warmer. It exists for a time upon a piece of wood, and then the wood is gone, as though it were eaten, leaving behind that which is black and can be sifted like sand. When the wood is gone, it too is gone.' Therefore, the hearers must think reality is like a poppy, like water, like the sun, like that which eats and excretes. They think it is like to anything that they are told it is like by the man who has known it. But they have not looked upon fire. They cannot really know it. They can only know of it. But fire comes again into the world, many times. More men look upon fire. After a time, fire is as common as grass and clouds and the air they breathe. They see that, while it is like a poppy, it is not a poppy, while it is like water, it is not water, while it is like the sun, it is not the sun, and while it is like that which eats and passes wastes, it is not that which eats and passes wastes, but something different from each of these apart or all of these together. So they look upon this new thing and they make a new word to call it. They call it 'fire.'

"If they come upon one who still has not seen it and they speak to him of fire, he does not know what they mean. So they, in turn, fall back upon telling him what fire is like. As they do so, they know from their own experience that what they are telling him is not the truth, but only a part of it. They know that this man will never know reality from their words, though all the words in the world are theirs to use. He must look upon the fire, smell of it, warm his hands by it, stare into its heart, or remain forever ignorant. Therefore, 'fire' does not matter, 'earth' and 'air' and 'water' do not matter. 'I' do not matter. No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words. The more words he remembers, the cleverer do his fellows esteem him. He looks upon the great transformations of the world, but he does not see them as they were seen when man looked upon reality for the first time. Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he tastes them, thinking he knows them in the naming. The thing that has never happened before is still happening. It is still a miracle. The great burning blossom squats, flowing, upon the limb of the world, excreting the ash of the world, and being none of these things I have named and at the same time all of them, and this is reality-the Nameless.

"Therefore, I charge you-forget the names you bear, forget the words I speak as soon as they are uttered. Look, rather, upon the Nameless within yourselves, which arises as I address it. It hearkens not to my words, but to the reality within me, of which it is part. This is the atman, which hears me rather than my words. All else is unreal. To define is to lose. The essence of all things is the Nameless. The Nameless is unknowable, mightier even than Brahma. Things pass, but the essence remains. You sit, therefore, in the midst of a dream.

"Essence dreams it a dream of form. Forms pass, but the essence remains, dreaming new dreams. Man names these dreams and thinks to have captured the essence, not knowing that he invokes the unreal. These stones, these walls, these bodies you see seated about you are poppies and water and the sun. They are the dreams of the Nameless. They are fire, if you like."

Lord of Light by Roger Zelazny

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Nujabes - World Without Words

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Dream: Gloom

Slept at approximately 3 AM on 7/7/17, recording at 10:09 AM on 7/7/17.

I remember being in my neighborhood. It was a dark, gloomy day with no clouds in sight and was quite windy. It was about 6PM, the sun was going down. I remember being outside my house talking to the people in the house on the corner two houses down from my house.

The weird thing is, the occupants of the house were different from the real life counterparts. In reality, the people who lived in the corner house are a black family. In my dream, the family was switched out with my neighbors from across the street.

I only remember talking to one specific person. I don’t remember his name in real life or in the dream, but I talked to him like I knew him. Let’s call him Edward. I was walking outside the corner house, which was painted a dark yellow, when I saw Edward walking in and out of his house, to and from his car which was parked behind a tree, outside of my view. While he was walking in and out, he was talking to me about how depressing his house looks. A fitting conversation for the weather. “Can you imagine if my house was a nursing home,” he asked. “Man, if your house was a nursing home, I would probably...” I said. I don’t quite remember what I said at that moment, but he laughed, probably in agreement. I then remember a white man, approximately in his 30s, that shares a striking resemblance to John Luschek in the show ‘Orange is the New Black’ appears seemingly out of nowhere and is obviously displeased with what he sees. He tells us to stop talking and get back to work. Suddenly more people appear around us. I remember a black man, an Asian girl, and one more person that I can’t quite put my finger on; possibly a white guy; all were about 18 years old or older. We were standing in the same spot when suddenly, it was 7AM. Luschek then tells us that work needs to be done by 5:30. “In order for shit to be done, I better not hear any talking.” He gave us more anecdotes on what would happen if we talked and then we walked in the direction toward my house to work. There were 5 of us workers, each were paired. I remember thinking that if each worker was paired, then someone would be left alone. I looked around and realized that I was the one that was by myself. The sun was now shining prevalently, but was now really windy. I happened to be walking quite fast because, apparently, the wind was lifting my feet with each subsequent step. What was previously a fast walk, was now leaps through the air with insane amounts of hang time. I remember taking one huge leap, but had more hang time than I anticipated, which botched my landing. I landed with my hands and feet on the floor, looking in disbelief at my coworkers. They were just as surprised at what I had done and went to talk to me.

Not long after this, I remember I was paired with the Asian girl and we were now on a slow moving train with an open ceiling. Our job was to look for something. What we were looking for, I was unsure of for a while. I remember talking with her about certain things, but otherwise, we stayed silent for most of the time. We didn’t quite know each other that well, so we needed to build everything from the ground up. I didn’t even make any jokes for some reason. We went through urban areas and suburban areas; both of which had nothing of interest; as well as industrial areas; which, oddly enough, had the most interesting things. We saw an old building that was probably a restaurant. This is when I remembered that my cousin Jonathan was with us and said that the restaurant might have had spicy food. This was also when I realized that we were tasked with finding spicy foods. We travel more through the industrial area when we come across dirt mounds accompanied by dirt terrain. Among the dirt was an old, colorful, wall that stretched for a mile or so. On one part of the wall was a phrase ‘Kitty Poison.’ This is when I see that the wall, in addition to the colors, was patterned with cats as well. This piqued the Asian girl’s interest very hard. “What is that?!,” she exclaimed. We both wondered, what is Kitty Poison? And what did they do? We researched it on my phone and saw that Kitty Poison was a theme park that shut down quite some time ago.

After some more time on the train, we stop at some stairs and descend. I can’t remember if Jonathan or the Asian girl was telling me about squares and this is where I would find them. We looked to be under a massive freeway underpass. No natural light was coming into the underpass, not even from the stairs that we descended. Very bright lights were set up at key locations, so it looked like night time with the lights on all the time. It was then I noticed that the walls were covered in graffiti and that there were people walking around with armored vests and assault rifles. I was genuinely confused and scared. Why were we here? Why are they packing so much heat? I then remember Jonathan and the Asian girl calmly walking around the corner that we were hiding behind. I was scared beyond disbelief, but nevertheless, I followed them. To my surprise, as soon as I turn the corner, there is a full cafe with all you can eat food and bottomless coffee and drinks. Despite this awesome deal, only 3 tables out of the 10 tables or so were taken. There were a lot of single chairs that were taken however. I get my food and get some drinks and sit down to eat when I notice that my uncle and my dad were sitting at a table, engaged in conversation. My dad was talking while my uncle was listening. This weirded me out, but not as much as I though apparently because I forgot about this immediately. This is when I learn from Jonathan and the Asian girl that this is an Army base. I then look around to see people who really don’t look like they are in the army eating at the cafe. I remember talking about this one guy’s duffle bag which has pixelated anime characters on it.

The scene then cut to a bunch of army personnel running away from something while shooting back. The commanding officer of the unit then runs toward the camera and talks into his comms. “Command, is drain 2 still operational?” More gunfire and men frantically shouting is heard just behind the commanding officer. Before command could answer, the commanding officer of the unit jumped into the drain and commanded his men to do so as well. Despite being only big enough to fit one person at first, the deeper you went into the drain, it got bigger. After sliding along the drain for about about 5 seconds, the commanding officer then found himself hitting something hard. Weird, because this is supposed to be a drain. He shined his light on what he landed on and looked in horror. Bones, some new, some old. Shortly after this, his men land in the same spot with him. Instead of successfully running away from what they running from, they went straight to it’s lair. The walls around them were not a metal drain anymore, but dirt. They could hear the monster shrieking around them. If anyone tried to dig, the shrieking got closer, as if the monster was right on the other side of them. One of the commanding officer’s men couldn’t take it anymore and killed himself by putting a gun to his head and fired a shot. The shot caused the monster to shriek loudly and more prolonged than usual. The men mourned their dead comrade and started to plan a way out. One of the men starts climbing out. For some reason, the monster did not shriek at the movement. It was then that the man started to feel a rumbling. Suddenly, water starts rushing down the drain that was thought to be inoperable. This causes the man to be pushed back down to the bottom with the rest of his comrades. He tries to climb back up and his hit with another stream of liquid, though with not nearly the same amount of force. Upon closer inspection, the liquid appeared to be yellow in color. He realized what this was and the terror in his head almost reached to the amount of terror he felt in the monster’s presence (or lack thereof). He climbed more and more until he saw the light at the entrance of the drain. The euphoria he felt was inconceivable. He made it.

This is all I remember...