Goat Wisdom

Failure to own known experience is Sleep;
Disavowal of owned experience is Death.
...[she searches her off-the-shelf keyboard for that,
predictably, non-existent arrow graphic she and a host
of other people wish would materialize before the next
time that search is revisited in the selective amnesia
so regularly employed by those with propensity to avoid
the double-hyphen whenever possible]...

Exorcise recurrent wishing, O ye of Undiffused Desirous
Bent! Ever-mindful of your certain ken, Sleeping Rabbit,
that IF any “wish” is to-be in this ~your present Matrix-
of-Become~ its path took form at first Embodiment In
Heart and, if yet is to Presént, in not so wrong a way
will such arc upon thy brussel sprouts be chopt. Know
ye that number two be Lust, and thirdly ~plus in afterward~
be none but sorcery!

Take heed ye do not, thence, bring forth the Rabbit-Realm
devolved upon The Every-Cause of Arrowed-Keys, lest then
ye slog through well-earned “time” in purview, needless
and unfree!

Relax. Anyone who knows what you're doing is already involved.

Hold Mind in repose awaiting Heart.

My Goat counselor insists that I include here the caveat that all of the opinions and quotations given by me [herein], heretofore and hereinafter [inclusive (sic)] are bolstered by the irrevocable and honorary Jockstrap Of Authority™.

This official Mantle of Righteous Loquacity® was Bestowed upon me late last month in a private ceremony, by Himself (also a wielder of that Title ~any wielder may so Bestow said accoutrement), as a gesture of validity and in acknowledgment of my Virtual possession of the necessary Equipment, which has been put to similar use by me countless times and of which, in His Eyes, I have been proven more than worthy.

(I resisted but He is adamant, complaining that He has lost all patience with The Argument. Further, he threatened that if I did not include this here, he would take immediate steps to invoke apoplectic humiliations by the Nuisance In Residence. I hereby comply.)

You cannot lead a creature into consciousness for so long as his Intention is devoted to Mortality.

Where do all these truly evil notions come from?
There are so many! I refuse to entertain them, let
alone consider them fact. (My theoretical belief in
their truth is irrelevant, anyway, since anything I could
ever come to know is already long since Known and,
therefore, was factored into the structure of this Design
before I was awakened.)

I just cannot understand the source of their
manifestation in this kind of abundance! They are
like clouds of gnats that you know are too small to
cause harm but nevertheless must be perpetually swatted
away from your nostrils. It's as if they operate like
continuously renewed sound waves, mindlessly rebounding
off anything that unknowingly crosses into their vicinity. Loud, isn't it? the Liturgy of Conformity.
It's an unending din, like a background
loop of traffic noise. But don't worry, you
won't be stuck for long on a floor with
uncarpeted halls.

Emergent consciousness of unconscious consent
yields the beneficence of entangled revelation.

As long as you rely upon neurons for this sort of thing, you will suffer the disruption of cyclical fatigue.
That's kind of like indefinitely riding a yo-yo, exhausting all by itself.

You must take intellectual focus lower, beneath the brain's plane of activity. First practice moving yourself
below so that you can look upward and see your own thinking occurring above you. (You already know how to do
this, do it all the time without giving it any label.)

Next, envision that plane as a very soft and broad blanket you can take hold of. Then just reach overhead ~
it won't be very far~ get a firm grip on it and pull it all the way down with the rest of you.

The information contained within The Thing is not The Thing.

Concept is Defined Space [whereas] Thought is a wave traveling through
a defined space.

You win, you're dead!

It's measurable and not measurable:
It's only measurable in terms of a measurement taken
at a precise interval of exchange, of something else
that humans do not recognize as In Relationship to it.
In other words, by Accident.

Patience is an illusion: The appearance of patience
is seamless time-jumping.

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