And through some imperceptible state of being, I came to know the truth.
And through knowing it, I realized I didn't need it.
So I forgot it.
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Once upon a time, I sat staring out beyond me. Out over the mountains, and over the sea. I couldn't tell you how long I continued to be, until it struck me.
Why was I staring out over the sea, over the mountains, and beyond me?
When all along it was right there, staring back at me!
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Maybe, just maybe, I've already found what it was I was looking for. Maybe, just maybe, it's staring right back at me. And maybe, just maybe, it'll show me the way.
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I would tell you the answers to the universe, but you wouldn't believe me.
I could show you the way, but you would fail to see.
I could walk the path, but you wouldn't follow me.
But of course you see, my way is only one way to be.
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Up on the tallest mountain, on the tallest tree, on the highest branch perched me. And I could see, far below me, in the lowest valley, under the smallest rock, lived the tinyest he. So I thought, look at him, so much smaller than me!
But then I thought, I wonder what he thinks of me?
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If I was a whale, flopping in the sea, I think I would be free.
If I was a monkey, swinging in a tree, I think I would be free.
If I was a gull, shifting debris, I think I would be free.
But instead I'm me, and I know I'm free.
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Are you free?
Are you three?
Have you drunk tea?
Can you feel me?
Where are we?
Why can't I see?
Let me be!
Release me!
Oh, I see.
I am free.
Oh misguided me!
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Pay attention.
Read the signs. Watch the letters, try to unwind. Observe the patterns, throw off your disguise. Start the journey.
Pay attention.
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Listen to my babble, if you will, if you want. Try to understand the meaning, if you can, if you can't. And know that in the end it's just my personal rant. And that just maybe, I'm smaller than an ant.
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Can I tell you something?
Can I show you something?
Can I lead you this way?
Can I follow you that way?
Can I teach you?
Can I learn from you?
Can I?
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Oh me, oh my, how hard we try. Oh now, tell me why, I can't seem to cry. And by and by I drift off into the sky, to see if I can spy, with my little eye, those parts of me which have passed by.
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So listen now, to the story of old, young, and all that in between. And how, with the passing of time, through change and shifting energy they became other that which they were. And so the old became young once again, and the youth grew to age.
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Why is it that when I look out among those of the world, I see so much? Reflections of past and future, surrounding and encompassing all those things that make me who I've become. And your eyes, every set of eyes I come across, reflect every soul I've known, or ever will know. And so I realize that every human holds within themselves the ability to be any human, and that every human is every other human, and that the same lies within myself. And so I reflect upon myself, to reflect upon the world.
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Reflect upon the world, what you see every waking moment.
Reflect upon the world every slumbering image.
Reflect upon yourself everything you experience.
Then come back and tell me, what have you seen, what have you become?
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Can you see the crevasse?
Ominous before your feet?
Deep and infinite, dark and foreboding?
No, I suppose not, the green flowing grasses upon the far side have captured your eye.
Watch your step.
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Oh tell me now, what do your eyes see?
Do you see as I see?
Do you see those trees, blowing in the breeze?
Can you see those people, begging please?
Can you see mankind set free?
Come now, tell me.
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If you look long enough, at just one spot, and your thoughts cease, and your mind begins to focus, and your body resonates, and your skin tingles, and you forget to feel, and so through nothing you've found everything.
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What was it I was looking for? Was it some great thing I thought would set me free? A single thought, to beat back the madness? A light in the darkness? A being of awesome power? Or maybe just the courage to walk my dark path, blind, surrounded be voices, all alone.
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Can you hear that sound? Listen! It's close to the ground. It's the sound of a man bound, and struggling to escape the hounds.
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Why oh why do we try so hard to buy the time of our lives. Do we think it will work to slink and lurk in the darkness? When is the time when we'll all start to rhyme and become divine? Anytime now, any time.
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