Now listen carefully, this is my God explained.

[Dontaskme]

On this rational basis the whole world is alive, and because it's what you make of it the whole world is in you.

The whole pretense of what you make of the world is in the pretense. There is no you in which the pretense of you is. The pretense is a nonlocatable presence, it cannot be pinned down to one particual exact location that can be known.

That is no negation of existence.

commonsense exists. Try to find it other than in motion, of thought or body.

There really is nothing to find in the sense of a sense. Find the sense of touch for example. All senses are like a mirage, they're apparently there, but cannot be pinned down to a specific location or be put on display to look at.

[Walker]

Mind interprets reality as phenomena, pretense is rehearsal of life, and the impermanent bardo called this life is not a rehearsal but rather is real for its short duration, and like a flower is more beautiful for the brief moment.

[Walker]

There really is nothing to find in the sense of a sense. Find the sense of touch for example. All senses are like a mirage, they're apparently there, but cannot be pinned down to a specific location or be put on display to look at.

“You” exist in relation to sensory input.

Close the sensory gates and the mind sense relates “You” to thoughts and mental images.

You exist only in relationship.

No sensory input, no thoughts, no mental images, nothing to relate to, no “You.”

This is the simple, physical, objective purpose of meditation.

After meditation, complete with this empirical knowledge of non-experience and non-existence, back to chop the wood and carry the water (figuratively speaking).

When this meditation is achieved, then each return is a literal rebirth from non-existence.

[Dontaskme]

and like a flower is more beautiful for the brief moment.

Life is a brainless carnage and suffering making machine.

[Walker]

Offhand, I'd say that for the zebra with his snout bitten off, that is the end of flower time.


The end of the brief moment is often ugly for the witness.


You don't know what it's like for the one at the end.


Fear is caused by ugly projected into one's personal imaginings of the future.


Actually facing ugly is battle to the death, even if that battle ends at the moment of, "Oh sh*t!"

[Dontaskme]

Offhand, I'd say that for the zebra with his snout bitten off, that is the end of flower time.


The end of the brief moment is often ugly for the witness.


You don't know what it's like for the one at the end.


Fear is caused by ugly projected into one's personal imaginings of the future.


Actually facing ugly is battle to the death, even if that battle ends at the moment of, "Oh sh*t!"

Everytime life is imposed on the unborn - their life is automatically a death sentence, sometimes a long slow death sentence, it's a grotesque imposition.

To live purely for the brief moment of flower time is a stupid activity practiced by crazy masochists.

Pretend life is beautiful all you want, you will not convince me.

[Walker]

Death is the pretense, the fantasy that exists only in your mind until it's experienced, and until experienced you don't know what that experience is, and so you project the ugly that you see when the body is torn to pieces, and somehow from that you infer that life is ugly.

Living in dread of the inevitable is not only the fantasy, it's a waste of flowers, and it can indeed make life fugly.

[Dontaskme]

Death is the pretense, the fantasy that exists only in your mind until it's experienced, and until experienced you don't know what that experience is, and so you project the ugly that you see when the body is torn to pieces, and somehow from that you infer that life is ugly.

Living in dread of the inevitable is not only the fantasy, it's a waste of flowers, and it can indeed make life fugly.

The universe is a violent uncaring hostile experience for any sentient creature. You can fragrance it up all you like, you will not convince me with your fake pretentious sugar sprinkled experience of it. Your experience is not mine, and since you've already played the disagree card with my view then I think it's time to say goodbye.

Spoiler alert! there is no intelligence in the universe other than being aware of the ouch and finding value in spending your whole life avoiding the ouch in favor of the absence of ouch. It's a stupid game, and that's why the dinosaurs roamed the earth for millions of years because nature was void of intelligence to figure out some grander plan.

[Walker]

Sounds terrible.

[Dontaskme]

Sounds terrible.

Looks terrible too.

Nature is a cold heartless brutal psychopath.



Those pushing for the flower time are just hopeless addicts.

[Walker]

Horrible. Crispy critters.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPt7O7sG5oQ

[Walker]

The universe is a violent uncaring hostile experience for any sentient creature.

This causes the need for refuge.

For Buddhists, refuge is not found in the world, marriage, romance, or retail shopping therapy. Refuge is found in the teachings, the society of Buddhists, and the Buddha. The last one is interesting fodder for implication contemplation, for folks seem to have an initial curiosity in the qualities of an arhat, probably due to the worship gene.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5QfXjsoNe4

[Dontaskme]

Refuge is found in the teachings, the society of Buddhists, and the Buddha.

No it's not. Refuge is found in the permanent cessation of pain. Namely, in the death or unconscious state.

The Buddists are just another self obsessed form of religious kooks.

While religious kooks are praying for eternal life. Intelligent people are crying out please make it stop.

[Walker]

That’s because you don’t understand it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSFWgKl-O-A

[Dontaskme]

That’s because you don’t understand it.

Of course, why didn't I think of that.

Life really really sucks, because I don't understand it.

Wow walker, you are really showing me something here.