Sufficient Unto the Day

=== 2025-05-09 10:45:12 Friday

A couple favorite sayings/insights:

- All mental is illness.

- The Zeroeth Commandment: "Thou shalt not inconvenience!"

=== 2025-05-09 10:42:23 Friday

The newsgroup I like has become shit.

The feeds my Newsboat instance queries are mostly shit - where "mostly" really means "so close to all, that it's essentially all".

A few websites I enjoyed on and off a couple years ago, and I still peek in on, have become shit.

X is shit.

People who provide email addresses, but never respond if/when you write them are shit.

And a wonderful posting feed I chanced upon a couple months ago has become shit.

In way, other than continued email from one friend, and my need to pay bills and perform banking electronically, I've absolutely no need for the internet.

I think I persist in "peeking" mostly for fear of losing the skills to do so.

But then it occurs to me that skills to uncover/reveal shit are literally "for shit" skills.

Hmmm....

Why all the shit?

Because shit happens in the vicinity of assholes, and all ego/self-focused/centric "free willed" beings are, due to where they prioritize focus/attention (on themselves) are assholes.

Me too.

I get the feeling the best way to let go of being an asshole is letting go of feeling compelled to have to be like other assholes in order to "fit in".

Yes, there's more to it than that. But that's sounding like a pretty solid step in the direction of no longer stepping in shit.

=== 2025-05-09 10:06:30 Friday

"Once you realize that everything that *can* be faked *is* faked, you become the expert." -- Scott Adams

=== 2025-05-09 10:01:31 Friday

"The News" is rumor/murmuring pretended at scale to be more than rumor/murmuring.

=== 2025-05-09 09:12:14 Friday

Is it really that surprising that we die, given that moments themselves all die?

=== 2025-05-09 09:08:56 Friday

"Who is there that could awaken?

It is not about understanding who you are, but who you are not.

Start from understanding that the self is a delusion. Everything alive can only act from the delusion of reality. Duality is the nature of being alive. You can UNDERSTAND the delusion, but you can NOT ESCAPE it.

Our lives are like sand castles on the beach.

Don't try to CEASE thinking, cease TRYING to think."

=== 2025-05-09 09:05:21 Friday

The increase in writing here is mostly due to having lost interest in a bunch of other online "places" of late.

While other places have become mostly testaments to delusion, the vim buffer remains a place to attempt to construct word strings that can trigger what Ramana Maharshi calls "inquiry".

=== 2025-05-09 09:00:34 Friday

Just look at this crazy-assed situation: imagination of an imaginer imagining what might be referred to as nested imagination.

All that seems to be "is" (i.e. seems) imagination fractal from top to bottom, start to finish, en toto.

=== 2025-05-09 08:56:53 Friday

Judgement is open admission of misunderstanding.

=== 2025-05-09 08:53:05 Friday

"You have a purpose only as long as you are not complete; till then completeness, perfection, is the purpose. But when you are complete in yourself, fully integrated within and without, then you enjoy the universe; you do not labor at it."

=== 2025-05-09 08:00:10 Friday

"As It Is

Reality is an ongoing delusion that is being experienced by nobody.

You are already that which you seek.

If you understand this concept, then you have found what you were seeking:

Once you go through the gate, you will find there was no gate to go through, and no You to go through the gate."

=== 2025-05-09 07:56:40 Friday

No matter what I do - starting with "be 'my' 'self'" - it's un-full-filling, because the seeming sphere/realm/plane of conceptuality/re-presentation is more in accord with emptiness than fullness.

Said another way, the likes of "be as you are", "abide in awareness", etc. don't need said charade.

=== 2025-05-09 07:51:30 Friday

There seem to be morons because of the expectation that there be morons.

Ditto on all the rest.

=== 2025-05-09 07:46:00 Friday

I once had a wondrous landlady.

I rented from her after moving to her part of the country in order to begin my first "real job".

Lilli.

She had cats. She was a writer that once upon a time was a drafter, so there was this huge drafting table in my space. She was a disaster in many ways, but like I said, she was a writer.

She eventually moved into the part I was renting to take on another renter in her space, which meant more rent for her, and less rent for me.

She sometimes cried at night for hearing members of the CIA screaming at her in her head.

She had a glorious Brooklyn accent (it might have been Queens, but I don't remember).

She was quite short, and so when she drove her bizarre little orange station wagon, one could just barely see her eyes over the steering wheel.

She liked to say that she was Ronald Reagan's age.

It was 1985.

One time before she moved in with me, she knocked on the door, and I yelled for her to come in. She was dressed a mix of goofy and endearing: winter coat, winter hat, sweatpants, a load of firewood in her arms.

She entered and walked over to where I was laying on a couch, watching TV, and started telling me whatever.

At some point I turned my head to look her way. My eyes were about crotch level.

And I saw it.

Not, not that.

Rather, there was a bat clinging to her sweatpants on the inside of one of her eyes. Its wingspan was maybe a couple inches she of the distance between her you-know-what and her knee.

I had to find a way to tell her not to panic over what I was about to tell her. But I managed.

We slowly went to the common hallway between the three living spaces in her house. I helped her set the wood down, and then helped her remove the sweatpants outdoors.

Disaster averted.

God, I miss her.

Aren't the stories we cling to glorious sometimes?

=== 2025-05-09 07:33:10 Friday

Time seemingly worked different, yesterday.

Not that it matters, being merely an aspect of re-presentational framework.

But we seemed to have more of it.

The only explanation coming to mind is that accomplishments of working in the yard didn't "disappear" time the way screens (e.g. TV, computer) do.

We honestly felt as though we had an extra three hours or so that we typically don't seem to.

In other words, we looked up at the clock and it said 8:30pm, but we're used to looking after day of more screen time and it's more like 11:30pm.

Sheesh, it can't even be explained with satisfaction to the explainer, so of course this will sound like gibberish to "others".

Words are such a ridiculous waste of time...

... and yet how ridiculous to speak of something that exists only conceptually?

And yet.. "speak"... so it was all just words again.

Oh my.

=== 2025-05-09 06:38:30 Friday

"There is no 'me' or 'you' doing anything. It is all just a spontaneous happening or functioning. The idea of 'you' is a learned concept. ... The only problem is that this has been overlooked and we have imagined separation, individuality, and doer-ship -- none of which is true. Clearing up that misunderstanding is the aim of inquiry.

There is thinking, but no one thinking. There is action but no one acting. There are decisions, but no one deciding. This is happening for you right now. All doer-ship is completely imagined -- and yet all doing goes on just fine. It is just like your heart is beating, your blood is circulating, your organs are functioning quite well, but there is no 'you' doing any of it. The thinking is also happening just fine, but there is no 'you' doing that either.

Discovering that there is no separate 'you' means the root of all problems is resolved. All problems are for 'someone' -- and there isn't one. So the game is up. Suffering and doubts come to an end. The illusion is removed, and life goes on in freedom. This is the natural state."

=== 2025-05-09 06:34:35 Friday

Have you ever noticed that selfhood delusion takes its own inability to understand something as proof that there's something wrong with that something?

=== 2025-05-09 06:24:06 Friday

One tries every online nook and cranny, but the results are no different than in the offline: misunderstanding, mistrust, the need to disparage others to possibly elevate a mythical self by comparison.

Tiring. All so very tiring.

And yet does it supply the simple, most-important-of-all message that the clinging to the idea of such a self is itself the essence of suffering.

=== 2025-05-09 06:07:28 Friday

"Not sure when this board became an endpoint for anonymous psychobabble but it doesn't add to its value."

The above marks the end of that endpoint for this.

I will comply with the internet's strong desire to wallow in its bitterness.

Adios "amigos".

=== ABOUT

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