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From its dusty shelf
book tells me
to lend it ears
questions everything
denies nothing
smiles its way
through ancient spite
-given credence
given light-
Given time
turning
thoughts
into wine
bearing
promises
of heaven
or something else
sublime
Tells me
-run no further
look no farther-
like a monotone
answer-phone
for the blind
while
I’m
flying
without hands
05/08/08
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Thanks... I think the title really says what needs to be said, or at least encaptulates the mood. The ego is a strange monster that needs to be tamed. I think in terms of none exlusivity of truth. I really believe that as each one of us learns to get past what divides us.. that more people will come.. and more... until a critical mass is achieved which will create a paradigm shift.. I really believe that we are in this process and it inspires me to no end!!!!
My observation is purely message-based.
While Truth does permit us to strike down conjecture passed off as its own child, I think it fitting to remember that strange doctrinal conditions always press down upon truth and ultimately it is what we accept.
Open minds, blinded by egoism, have risks of their own.
Core immutable precepts to guide thinking, providing assumptions are valid, are indispensible to preventing strange doctrines from corrupting the thought process. Everyone thought hobby horses and mischief were good ideas until they discovered that even a petulant child could recreate its thought forms. Scary part is that we emulate it without even thinking about it.
