Potential is obvious with silence and I am always realizing it living this here now.
I do not listen to my thoughts.
My feelings nor my thoughts direct my actions usually, they sneak in some attacks now and then and I chide them like the children they are.
Now now, behave.
So it is a bit of a mystery who is driving, but not one I trouble myself about.
This is the mind learning to ride along with the body and the body high fivin tha mind.
Hey, we can do this, all together now.
I do not need to know what a person is or define it.
I interact with what appears.
I have no idea why or what or when this or my being appears here.
I don't know why they appear to think and feel and speak and act like me.
They are fun to play with.
They seem bothered by silly things.
They seem stuck to these things called truth and faith, invisible to me.
But I know neither is real for me, for them, they may be real in mind.
But these things make them act and speak in funny ways.
I do not recognize a source other than the egg and sperm and womb of my Father and Mother and what we appear in and the world that appears to sustain me.
I have a mind, are there minds with no bodies I wonder sometimes.
If you call all this our source, then we are already here.
I can't speak to merging with anything, sounds gross but tantalizing.
I have no work, what I do is always play.
I have responsibility, that's just for play, to show stupid muppets who they are and I do that, that's my game.
I am always willing to share what I have, which is nothing.
If someone thinks they have something, I know it is nothing, so nothing is any big fuss, why can't others make this jump more easily.
Why are they so susceptible to thought?
If you have nothing, you don't have any problems either.
Much as they try, they just won't stick.
You know what sticks, my ease is always waiting for me to return.
My source is my ease and no one can take it away or give me more of it.
They can only find their own.
Ease seems sparse in this world, but that is only our great misunderstanding.
It is you and your ilk who can't be trusted, those who do not appear to know themselves, cause they only talk about these mythic other persons.
Never about their lives, which is all they can speak about, but that is the muppet game.
You have appeared to breach your own self integrity and you are in a high danger situation.
I'm not.
I'm the danger.
Allow me to restate Dan "chickie" Smith, any one fool muppet tryin tell you what is going to happen, has no business participating in discussions concerning his fellow humans.
They should be isolated and allowed to mumble until they die.
For they have nothing to offer, hey, like me.
So I guess as we both have nothing to offer, nothing is needed to be done.
Pretty neat and easy to end ignorance.
Look into thyself, the source of all your confusion.
And if you think you can push me around like the rest, ha, fat chance ole man.
I know how this ends, death, all of us, no one gettin out alive as much as you beg and dream and plead.
Now that brings me great satisfaction.
You can ban me and be done with it.
I win either way.
You are only in your own way.
I don't know who the F you think you are, not a person to me.
You ain't abidin with ease, the only source you are ever gonna be close to.
There is yet one Human Being here and those are just symbols we made up to describe this, which no one understands.
Are we being perfectly clear, Dan Smith?
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