The Mystery
Of childhood wonder
Need not be lost in the
Protracted indoctrination
Of repetitive information
That answers
Unanswerable questions
With regurgitated, mostly
Hand me down bullshit
To satiate the ego of the
Alleged authority figures
Bestowing their “knowledge”
Upon their unsuspecting
Malleable open offspring
Via their Cronkite confidence
“And, that’s the way it is.”
End all be all question closer
Which then gets handed out
To various other “Authorities”
Because “because “they” said so”
Or such and such….is in a book
Since that response is easier
Then, re-asking the questions
That the inquisitive mind
Wants to know again and again
Over and over, till it, sorta knows
Whereas the preface could be
“To my best understanding, it is
Like this, but let us investigate”
Opening up a can of
Continuous questions
Drawing on endless conclusions
Then, mysterious wonder will
Never cease to question reality
Thankfully, after crossing the
Threshold of gaslighting parents
I found the wisdom of George Carlin
“Children should be taught to question everything. To question everything they read, everything they hear. Children should be taught to question authority.
Parents never teach their children to question authority because parents are authority figures themselves, and they don’t want to undermine their own bullshit inside the household.”
– George Carlin
Subsequently,
“I just think it is interesting to see how people act on their beliefs, you know what I mean. Because your beliefs are just that, they are just how you were taught and raised. That doesn’t make them real.”
– Bill Hicks
Also,
“I don’t even understand the connection with ‘died for your sins’. He died for your sin. Well, how does one affect the other? ‘I hit myself in the foot with a shovel for your mortgage’…”
– Doug Stanhope
If I am made up of molecules
Of those that are zipping around
Intertwined with molecules
That are of my adversary
Then I am them and
They are me, then what
Is all the fighting all about
Or, while looking at the
World through a windshield
You ponder that the “solid”
But see through glass is
Your window to the world
That the signpost up ahead
Gives you a speed limit and
Not the declaration that you
Have entered the Twilight Zone
Is likewise made of molecules
Coagulating as the illusion
Of a solid stationary sign
When nothing could be
Further from the truth, that it too
Is made up of moving molecules
In the agreed to mind construct
Of the unifying universal mind
So that one can play the game
To experience experiences for
The sake of the mystery
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality.”
– Angelo Devlin
Poem:
ONE HUNDRED BILLIONTH OF A SECOND
by Takahashi Shinkichi
How long will this happiness last?
Why, not one hundred billionth of a second—
Appalling! If I permit myself to think,
The farther I’ll be from the truth.
To think, muse, is to substitute time,
That beggar’s dirty bag, for truth,
Which lasts one hundred billionth of a second.
Time isn’t, nor space. “Thinking over,”
Sheer impossibility. Isn’t happiness
To reside there in peace?
No, “to reside there in peace” is misleading,
Since there nothing of time exists.
There’s no continuous subjective being,
No place for correlation.
Happiness—a mere bit of sentimentality,
Which neither lasts nor fades.
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