Breadcrumbs 2019
Leftovers
Many things are said and written,
But it is You who must translate them
As your frame of reference deigns.
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How can I see anything your way? How can You see anything my way?
Our frames of reference are entirely unique; we are very much all alone together.
At best we choose to imagine each other’s worlds through intuitive extrapolation of our own.
No sure bet even with the most expansive of minds with the best of intentions.
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What is all the knowledge, all the wisdom, what are all the frames of reference in the world,
Without the indivisible, indelible awareness, the unknown, from which all things ascend?
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All that experience, all that knowledge, all that accumulation,
The entire frame of reference from which You draw your cosmos,
What is its real purpose but to get You to this very right-here-right-now,
The most You can be, the most You have ever been, the most You will ever be.
There is no more but what the endless cravings of imagination concoct.
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The gradual shaping of self-imagery,
Frames all minds into spontaneous roles,
That fulfill the synergy of the human genome.
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Pure awareness is incapable of doing anything on its own.
It is permitted entrée to the dreamtime world, to the dreamtime universe,
Through sentient proficiency at spinning the quantum ground in so many nimble ways.
Ways regulated only by any given creature’s naturally-selected, nature-nurtured, frame of reference.
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The You that You dream You are, is but a set of perceptions,
A collection of memories, a frame of reference, a grab bag of attributes,
Imagining your character real, your mind-body real, your world real, your universe real.
Real being nothing more than an ever-changing quantum illusion-delusion,
Deftly mesmerizing the awareness equally permeating all.
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No matter how much You think You know, how large your frame of reference,
There is so-to-the-power-of-n much more that You do not, never will, never can.
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We are very much all alone together,
In this beyond all pales, magical mystery quantum matrix theater.
Everyone has their own vision, their own insight, their own conclusion, their own frame of reference.
No one can possibly see anything the same, so why should anyone be all that concerned,
What anyone else thinks or says or writes, or how they spend their time?
All the gossip is just imagination galloping its merry way.
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The Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Wrath, Greed, Sloth;
Each triggers its own unique gratification, its own distinct hormonal stimulation.
Look around and witness the countless extremes so many across the board,
Are in their nature-nurture frame of reference inspired to experience.
Tales told by idiots, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Soundbites
Is anyone really any more than a frame of reference playing its record over and over?
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So much in so many young minds, and little frame of reference to process it.
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The frame of reference is the fertilizer of existence.
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Life is a ceaseless process of reframing the frame of reference.
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No matter how great or small, any frame of reference is still a frame.