This ENLIGHTENMENT bullshit!

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Let me try to help as succinctly as possible. You are a slave to life. You can kill yourself, but even if you die, you are still a slave to life: you either are reincarnated or you die-- either way, you play by life's rules. If you somehow find that you have a choice whether to reincarnate or die forever, you are still playing by life's rules-- your choice, but life's rules. So, in all of existence and for eternity, you are a slave and you will always be a slave. Being aware of your emotions and choices and willingly participating in life is your only method of "escape" from slavery. You can even willingly give into an emotion. Why not? It's your choice. That doesn't make you a "slave to your emotions" unless it wasn't really your choice. But, to recognize the emotion and be absolutely satisfied in endulging the emotion--- THAT is choice and that is freedom.

― Dalai Lama, Sunday, 31 October 2004 05:42 (twenty-one years ago)

I AM MOMUSFOR HALLOWEEN

― LE CHUCK!™ (ex machina), Sunday, 31 October 2004 05:47 (twenty-one years ago)

You got me forced to crack my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside the rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind
I'm just another gear in the assembly line-oh no

The noose gets tighter around my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope

CHORUS
'Cause I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world if you're slave to the grind.
Get it?

A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain't even close
There's no need to waste your prayers on me
You better mark my words 'cause I'm history.
Yes indeed

You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side

CHORUS
They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide

CHORUS
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind

― Slave to the grind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Sunday, 31 October 2004 05:52 (twenty-one years ago)

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― Leon Czolgosz (Nicole), Sunday, 31 October 2004 06:14 (twenty-one years ago)

There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance,
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren't aligned -
Or the gods are malign"
Blame is better to give than receive.

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that's clear-
I will choose Free Will.

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them - they weren't born in Lotus-Land.

All preordained-
A prisoner in chains-
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can't pray for a place
In Heaven's unearthly estate.

Each of us-
A cell of awareness-
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.

― Girolamo Savonarola, Sunday, 31 October 2004 11:20 (twenty-one years ago)

Who is the 'you' who chooses, G.?
And is he bound, or is he free?
For if he's free, I must confess
I spy a logical regress.
But if he's not, how can he choose?
Willy-nilly, Will he'll lose.

― the music mole (colin s barrow), Sunday, 31 October 2004 11:35 (twenty-one years ago)

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