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MADNESS

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MADNESSDon Quixote, fully titled The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote of La Mancha (Spanish: El ingenioso hidalgo don Quijote de la Mancha), is a Spanish novel by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra. It follows the adventures of Alonso Quixano, an hidalgo (lower class of Spanish nobility) who reads so many chivalric novels that he decides to set out to revive chivalry, under the name Don Quixote. He recruits a simple farmer, Sancho Panza, as his squire, who often employs a unique, earthly wit in dealing with Don Quixote’s rhetorical orations on antiquated knighthood.

images1Published in two volumes, in 1605 and 1615, Don Quixote is considered the most influential work of literature from the Spanish Golden Age and the entire Spanish literary canon. As a founding work of modern Western literature, and one of the earliest canonical novels, it regularly appears high on lists of the greatest works of fiction ever published. It has had major influence on the literary community, as evidenced by direct references in Alexandre Dumas’ The Three Musketeers (1844) and Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1884). In a 2002 list, Don Quixote was cited as the “best literary work ever written”, and has been translated into more languages than any book other than the Bible. — (ref: Wikipedia.org)

FEELING ELEPHANTS

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FEEL THE ELEPHANT

THE BIG BLEEP Audiobook

“I took an elective course just for the (bleep) of it.  It was called Intimate Interpretations of Einstein’s Unified Field Theory.  The instructor was a former room-mate of Al Einstein from when Al worked in the patent office in Switzerland from 1902 to 1909.  His name was Professor Hans Schlongholder.  This is how he explained Einstein’s theory to our class in his cheesy, Swiss accent:

“The universe, or any other relative reality, is like a group of people, each of whom is blindfolded.  Each person is feeling a different part of an elephant.  Each person describes the part of the elephant he feels. Al’s theory says that if everyone compares what they feel and they all agree on a collective feeling of the elephant, then they will all have an accurate picture of the whole elephant. 

However,  Al was never really quite sure that the picture of the elephant we were getting was of the hole, or the trunk.  It all depends on which end of the elephant one is feeling and how fast he is traveling while feeling it, relative to the speed of the elephant itself and how the elephant feels about being felt at the time”.

Transcendentally speaking, in order to understand any universe one must look at the word itself: UNIVERSE.  Basically, it’s made up of two separate words,  “univ” and “erse.”  Does anyone understand what these words really mean? No.  So, is it any mystery why the mysteries of the universe have never been solved?”  — Excerpt from THE BIG BLEEP by Lawrence R. Spencer

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REALITY: DRUG OF GODS

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REALITY: DRUG OF THE (EX) GODS

Endless Cause. Eternity.

Encased in total nothingness

gets boring through infinity.

One craves a little randomness.

Escape from the “Eternal Me”.

We create, then change, and say, “Is Not”.

That’s how we make Reality;

The numbing, dumbing, drug of gods.

Illusions we make collectively,

delusions we all agreed upon.

Any game — but not no game.

Through crushing, crunching, gory death:

Boredom must not, will not remain!

I feel, I hear a seething breath,

convincing me I’ll play again.

I live!  I die!  Yet, I remain.

Reality: Escaping from Eternity.

It’s serious. It’s not just “let’s pretend”.

It really must to be serious: Reality.

Please don’t tell me how it ends!

Joy?  Love?  Brutality?

Constant feeling never ends.

I Know. I Am The Source. I Cause.

I think. It is. It won’t relent!

Eternity will never pause.

Inject me with some pretense!

Gods are blessed with The Curse.

All-Knowing, Seeing, Telling Truth.

It-Is-As-Is-Not-Is-As-Ever-It-Shall-Be: Cursed

with prescient, old, Eternal Youth.

Reality keeps “I AM” submerged.

With lies I numb my bitter brain

I manufacture silly games,

untruths to mask the cause I am.

I dwell in screeching, scorching pain

to feel there’s something here to gain.

Boredom, let me take breath!

Reality! Make it all relent!

Hide Me, Death and let me rest!

I’ll do anything! I will repent!

I’m not The One they should arrest!

The only crime I’ve ever done

was to be here and agree

we’re all alone: An Only One.

We’re all users of a drug: Reality.

But, good, bad or ugly: It’s always fun.