Talking to ones self

One is all. All is one.

 

the tao you think of is not the tao, i agree

but why not talk about the tao i'm thinking of even that, even that is so wonderful, as much of an empty cognitive construct as it is.

i dunno, i'm still new to all this, i'm still 'giving in to astonishment'. now this being must travel down the mountain and go back to market.

 

oh yeah I know.
I haven't walked out of the forest either.
Just poked my head out and then went right back in.

 

The forest doenst want to let me go so theres no point in leaving

 

the forest is YOU

 

change = trauma

this is true for all beings

stars to pupae to bacteria to raptor jesus.

maybe its nice to have some greenery in your life?

 

Reality is so mind blowing. Existance itself is fucking... faar out. Why doesnt everyone see this?

 

we do
it's just old news to everyone
and then you forget
and then it's cool again
and then old news again

everyone is on their own cycle

 

So many people live their whole lives without ACTUALLY experiencing it.

 

I talk to myself all the time on cid. I either say "oh my god" "holy shit".

 

Acid I talk to myself as much as I usually do. Salvia all I do is talk to myself.

 

yeah pr0ne is right

very few people actually get it

i spoke with my friend on the phone today about this

how do you just accept it all and continue washing the dishes . . . how does anything happen. i just feel profoundly cosmically overwhelmed sometimes. the infinity of infinities all around us in everything, every little thing.

gah



i have no reaction to things like that ^ other than to fall down and bow

and while i do that i realize that is so ridiculous, in the sense that i may as well bow to myself or to the economy or to the university of toronto or to my mother or to my thoughts on space travel or to . . .

relayer says we are the stars trying to understand themselves

i like that

i would say we are the universe bowing to itself. we are the universe brushing its teeth.

gah x infinity

 

I think we're the tooth and all life's problems are the cavity. LSD is the filling.

 

yeah everybody dies but not everybody lives.

 

I think you are underestimating other people's lives...

and have YOU actually EXPERIENCED IT

 

I have a constant flow of inner dialogue between my self and mind sober, but I always figured most people did.

 

we must not know the same people lol

your average dumbass who doesn't even know there's a world outside his or her first-world western 21st century lifestyle is the norm.

threads like these are mostly posted in by the exception.

it's not condescending, it's just a plain fact. people go through their lives without stopping once to ask why they do the things they do, or why they SHOULD do those things.

Not to even mention the bigger, more abstract questions.

Hell, you even bring it up to most people and they'll laugh in your face that you talk about bullshit like that.

they are buddhas as well

ps. i notice you reject formulations of existential axioms. i think it's fine to throw some around in your mind and live by them, my 2 cents. if they tend to follow experiential data, why not. i know why not in the grand scale, but like brah, for these forums, why not.

 

Perception :
1.) The kind that only receives what conforms to comfort
2.) The kind that is blown away but lumps into piles while the inexpressable remains illusive
3.) The kind that gets more and more blown away perpetually

 

Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
Double dip/bubble lips, sorrow less midget
Borderline schizoid, sort of fine tits tho
Pour the wine hold the grind, quarter to nine, lets go
Ever since ten eleven, glad she met a brethren
Then his last style seven alligator, seven at the gates of heaven
Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no Villain, Metal Face the death stroke
Guest shows, still incredible in escrow
Just say hoe, I will taste the yayo, Wild West style fest, y'all best to
lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away, you best to get Maaco
The worst haters God on perpetrated are favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
... In all quad flavors, large savers
Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne
think you know the name, don't rack your brain
on a fast track to half insane
Either in a slow beat or that of speed or wrath of Kane
Laughter, pain
Doom's songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
He's at it again
Mad at the pen
Glad that we win a tad fat in a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
You can find the Villain in satin congas
The vans screeches
The old man preaches
About the gold sand beaches
The cold hand reaches
For the old tan ellesse's
... Jesus

 

Just trying to explain to the man that there is nothing that makes his experience greater than any other experience, because they are all illusory in the end.

By the way, you lost me when you contradicted yourself on your views of the "average" people. I was left not knowing how you really felt.

And I have no clue what a formulation of existential axioms are.