no bounds

self-delusion almost knows no bounds

it's just like Sri W said: either you're with the Self or against it, pardner

i love western enlightenment: the self gets to enjoy itself while giving up whatever to the Self.

i got mine; the rest is ours!

love is fire; me and my workaday world is consumed by its truth

i'm tired of belief these days; it's really braggadacio to tell me how wonderful your point of view is from your western patio of self: bs

windows open! breathe...

once you feel that river of being, there's no stopping you now!

look out dream state, here comes the river of being to tear your kingdom down!

nothing, absolutly nothing, no seriously nothing, you can't even think of a nothing as nothing as this nothing, what was i saying?

stop fooling yourself; you are nothing; how glorious is that!

no, it's not new agey good and it's not some shiva magnificent. it's nothing, thank you very much.

or it's some good chopping guitar and carrying organ

oh yeah! can you hear it? that silence that says everything we just said is pure bullshit! certainly you can smell it.

no matter how gloriously you present the truth, the truth is too gloriously unpresentable

oh sing all the godly unities you wish to sing, but if you act within dualities, well, you know: whatever

hey! am i still here?

well, it appears i am, so to speak

but, seriously, if you really think about it, you can obviously see that you and i are just obviously thinking about you and i

oh right, you really dont't exist, praise shiva, but whose paycheck are you're signing? oh, sorry. direct deposit! please continue.

there's lots of water if you want to get your feet wet