Rama on Dispassion

Excerpt from The Concise Yoga Vasistha.

Rama: . . . All the hopes of man in this world are consistently destroyed by Time. Time alone wears everything out in this world; there is nothing in creation which is beyond its reach. Time alone creates innumerable universes, and in a very short time Time destroys everything.

Time allows a glimpse of itself through its partial manifestation as the year, the age, and the epoch; but its essential nature is hidden. This Time overpowers everything. Time is merciless, inexorable, cruel, greedy and insatiable. Time is the greatest magician, full of deceptive tricks. This Time cannot be analyzed; for however much it is divided, it still survives indestructible. It has an insatiable appetite for everything--it consumes the smallest insects, the biggest mountains, and even the king of heaven!

Laser Tag: The cure to time

Alright, Time, you piece of shit. We're on to your shenanigans, and both Albert Einstein (that guy you cowardly killed) and colloquial terms are on our side.

First the colloquialisms: "Time flies when you're having fun." Hear that, Time? When we're having fun, you don't even exist. You become a non-entity. Have you ever heard a little kid in the middle of a game of tag say "too bad time is killing me right now"? No, you haven't, because it's never happened. Also because you are an amorphous despot with neither ears nor conscience.

Next we have Einstein, who discovered a way to fight you before you killed him like the coward that you are. The solution: travel at the speed of light. So it's obvious that in order to beat time, all we have to do is find something fun that travels at the speed of light.

Enter: laser tag.

Exit: Time's savage dominion over humanity. Fuck you, Time.

Girls are Killing Me... exponentially!

Okay, this may be a little far fetched, but I think that it is worth mentioning. To the left is a mathematical proof that girls are evil. Whether you believe in the validity of the proof is up to you and your subjective experience, however, it should also be noted that girls are killing us, to the 2nd power! This is how:

We have established that Time is killing us on a daily basis. It is the number one killer with a 100% fatality rate. So, if girls = time x money, and time is money (time=money), then girls also = time x time. Because time is a killer, that means that time = death. Girls= (time)^2. (Time) ^2= (death)^2. Girls= (death)^2. Girls are killing me exponentially!

It should also be noted that because money= sqrt of evil, and time is money (time= money), then time = sqrt of evil. Time is also the root of all evil. This is slightly contradictory in that money is also the root of all evil. Seeing that time=money,however, they are interchangeable. In conclusion, through simple mathematical deduction we can see that women and time are killing me exponentially. I would wager that this is the reason that men, on average, are more likely to die younger than women.

Why TIME Kills.

I realized why TIME has to murder people. Because it feels inadequate next to dimensions 5 through 10. TIME, you're so childish.

Volume of Thoughts

I reached for my brilliant white beacon of music to adjust the volume. I was stoned. Shirtless and barefoot, wearing only my blue shorts, neon orange plastic sunglasses and a towel over my shoulder. I was stoned. My thoughts were projecting louder then the music and my desire was to drown them out. Then I stopped, suddenly aware of something new and interesting, the soles of my feet quickly growing hot on the black pavement, I was concerned only with the volume of my thoughts. This idea that the loudness of the music depends less on my ears and more on the loudness of my thoughts began to take shape. Perhaps there is an infinite layer of thoughts, all of them simultaneously projecting themselves at varying levels and we are only conscious of those that are loud enough to stand above the din of all the others?

"If you are settling in to a rigid comfort zone, then you are dying- slowly, but still dying. To stay vibrant you need to engage life and take risks, not for the conquest of some elusive mountaintop or redpoint, but in order to learn and grow." (Arno Ilgner, 114)

Killin' It

Why are you reading this? TIME is killing you right now! Get out there and take it back. Fun is the only answer, the only escape from the inevitable end. Somehow you have made it this far in, against the advice of the previous sentences. You are being eaten away, bit by bit, slowly falling into the trap of the reality controlled by TIME. Be violent, be aggressive. Don't sit there passively, letting TIME run your existence. Why are you still reading? Stop now! Make me stop. I'm equally destroyed right now. Why am I still writing this? This is killing me. This is killing us. Fun is definitely the answer. Dedicate yourself, your life to it. I do. You will. You must. Now! Do it. Do something.

Well the time has come for an exploration into TIME itself. It's amazing how one small recognition of a flawed phrase can lead to the inspiration of an entire creative outlet.

TIME is the killer.

It gets so clouded and lost under the layers and disguises it wears. I have begun to see through it.

TIME is the instigator of stress, the reason for deadlines and the limit on life itself.

We have created a system by which we live only so that we can die some day. Our horizons are narrowed into a beginning and an end that we see all around us. What happened to the infinite? What happened to the knowledge of interconnectedness? By separating ourselves and creating the ego we have limited ourselves.

There is another expression that we all know that has been bothering me. "TIME flies when you're having fun." Wrong. "TIME dies when you're having fun." There is no TIME, TIME simply does not enter into the equation. TIME is dead. It is when we enter back into the reality where TIME reins king that we exclaim how TIME has flown by. Why? Because it brings up the stress associated with subscribing to our watches. Watch. Another peculiar term. Why watch? What is it we are watching? Or what is watching us? It seems to inspire some paranoia about where we are and what we should be doing. "Oh shit, it's already 3:30PM, I should be . . . " Always the crunch of checking the watch and worrying about when and where. You're killing me TIME, you're killing me.