Why the ****
is seemingly everyone
so ******* slutty?

What the **** happened
to maintenance
of Integrity?

******
for the right words
or for the right look
or the right price
or the right Music
or the right *****;
the most important motivation to many
seems to be Instant ******* Gratification:

Please.
Such folly is childish:

Males and Females alike
seem to be equally Hedonistic
and selfishly manipulative:

What dissolute, reckless, selfish
Depravity of Sanctity
hath seized our Minds
with such wrathful, gluttonous, vain, lustful, and self-destructive
Epicureanism?

It seems to me
a Mind of Displeasure
recklessly seeks Indulgence,
and thus encounters overindulgence,
which then leads to overstimulation,
which in turn leads to depreciation,
which then manifests itself
as Debauchery.

Reputation
precedes you;
it follows you
as your social Wake;

Reputation
is the Name
for the Ripples
cast by One's actions;

Sometimes it is mere gossip,
rooted in vile, childish Spite;

but most times,
it seems karmic as ****.

Life is a sacred journey.
No two are the same.

Respect for divergence
is paramount
to a holistic experience.

Life
is not about
status-quo
or
expectations,
t'is simply what's made thereof

Lyphe
is a sacred opportunity
not to be taken lightly

Our Bodies
are our umbilical vessels
which tether us
as mortals
to "Reality,"
which, in itself,
seems to me to be
a reduction of potentials
from chance
to actuality

such ephemeral eternety;
infinite limitations;
actualized potentials;
possible paths-
these are but some of
the koan-like attributes
which lead me to use
the rather ambiguous
and ambitious
term "sacred."

Truly,
it becomes
whatthefucksoever
One may well will
to create thereof.

Action is Manifestation,
yet Thought begets Action.

Therein lies the sacred gift of Life.
'T'is all too oft taken for granted.

Every living being
(i am convinced)
has an equally vivid depth of experience
and I find it more than somewhat offensive
that humans (with a lowercase H)
feel they are the penultimate organism.

All is One
in that existence, itself,
tethers us all
to everything
and probably even beyond,
and so
to be so
hubristic and arrogant
as to assume a hierarchy
so convieñantly crested by mere
**** Sapiens Sapiens
seems to me to be
an anthrocentric and narcissistic projection
of that meddlesome ages-old archetype
of the "Ego,"
that is to say "God,"
whatthefuckever that means!

Find it in thyself
to be humble enough
to accept that each and every iota of "Creation"
is, by virtue of association, equally sacred; divine.

Heirarchy, thus, seems to be a manifestation of some desire for order; control; a yearning to alleviate some hypothetical insecurity as a result of being essentially "absolute, infinite" (vis-a-vis the domain of Consciousness) yet contained within a vessel that is mortal, and, thus, ephimeral.

The Ego doth so loathe it's own limitations:
too bad it's far too arrogant to realize that most of the limitations it experiences are illusions, allusions;
charades of an insatiable Consciousness
Hell-bent on experiencing something
it won't redily allow itself to experience!

What a Holy fuckton of
incredulous, ineffable, impalpable, inspirational **** that would be, eh?! (insert interrobang)

I am me (I think...)
as thou art thee;
so why can't that just be good enough?

Could it be?
What obstruction precludes such harmonious divergence?
I reckon 't'is but us;
and very little else, indeed!

Don't find Time,
make Time.

To assume Malice
is to assume Intellect;
Many who do harm
do not wage Malice.

(Ideally, the reader is listening to Eugen Cicero's jazz rendition of "Hungarian Rhapsody No.2" by Franz Liszt. Were there only to be a link in the note...)

Everything
going into making this experience even possible
is so ******* incredible
that the very very very very least we could do
is learn how to some ******* respect and gratitude.
If not for the whole Universe,
at least for this opportunity to live
and for One-another
no matter how flawed or unideal the real is
regardless of what your epistemology says we can know real as-
keep it real:
real is what is made of it.
I think that's simultaneously the most frightening and liberating realization that one can have in this life-
say what you will about biology,
I'm quite content that the Body is a Vessel, not a pilot.
Science addresses the realm of the physical.
I have an intuitive suspicion that there's more to the universe and to our 'reality' and to our 'Self' than meets our particular **** Sapiens Sapiens sensory organs.
Of course, that's not to downplay the sacred art of Science,
nor the sacred Science of Art,
but that I simply perceive the Physical as a sort-of crystalline Echo
of that which cannot be perceived, named, or depicted
in any form
other than
Time.
Life.
Experience.
It's the pilot of your body's vessel that I'm trying to address now.

Does that make any sense?

You'd think you'd know if you knew,
but what if you'd just never thought of it like that?

You know-
We all suffering.
We all imperfect.
We works in progress,
but we all worth it.
So, show some ******* respect for this opportunity
and respect it and take heed
when people call it divine or sacred
because it is
even if the people that most often use those words sure are not.

None of that changes what simply is.
We all know that already,
we were born knowing;
t'is remembering that's the problem.

We all came from the same Source.
Everything had to have.
Bring the Source forth through what you do each and every day.
That Source, for lack of a better term, is God.
Or, any of various translations/conversions:
Jehovah, JHWH, Yahweh, Allah, Jah, Zeus, Jupiter.
Even Jesus, or Krishna.. Whatever.
I prefer the concept of the Tao; impersonal.
Pick your brand. You get the idea.

You have the powers of intention and manifestation.
You have the power of attention.
You have the power of choice.
This is why they fear you.
Not people; the Energies:
we're too mercurial for the Gods;
we can't even be trusted with ourselves!


Go all the way or go back-
but there's no going back shy of death,
so I guess we may as well go all the way
while we still have a shot at it.

Thank you for reading/listening.
Blessings upon thy Path.
--
Oh, there is one more thing:
if you can't have a childish and fun-centered sense of humour
about deep, lofty spiritual matters
then *******-
we must attend different schools
'cause I'm independent but draw influence
and you probably should be the same way.

Humor is a fantastic tool.
If your life struggle has not made you callous enough to make dark and twisted jokes about the very nature of the human condition,
I'll have what you're having
and if you're not sharing,
at least hook it up with the hook ups
if they're so worth having.
I mean, that's just etiquette!
;)

Margin of error
is a healthy thing
to be aware of,
but only if
One knows
with a degree of certainty
whether 't'is fixed
or it if changes,
and, if it changes,
how quickly
and
in what direction.

******* can be said to be
"the ability for One to be there for Oneself in a time of need"

Sometimes it is the lesser of two evils:
To keep Oneself occupied and satisfied
without running the risk of burning Oneself,
and/or something else,
let alone someone else,
in the Fires of Root Chakra Folly;
however nice and gratifying
juxtaposed flesh can truly be
in the heat of the moment.

Other times it can be a great way
for One to get in touch with Oneself.
Get acquainted with your Temple.
Navigate and cherish it.

Want some passion?
Show some to yourself!
If you can't show it to yourself,
how can you expect it with anyone else?

Worship thy Temple.
Appreciate it.
It deserves it.
You deserve it.
-
Regardless, as a skill
******* sure comes in handy!

Apparently,
it takes networks of terrorists
to point out the networks of terrorists.

Thank God our terrorists
wear suits and weaponize propaganda
using cameras, microphones, and satellites.

Otherwise,
we might look just as bad
as we make others out to be.

Oh, wait...