Consciousness generates its own data. As long as there is perspective

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It is clear the symbol of the Oroborous was encountered in nature. What does it mean, that the serpent can "refer" to itself in this way, can take itself into itself? Its body, externalized to itself in space, silently obeys a directive to its own destruction. What is this being that is consumed by itself and yet what is not itself? And the ancients saw it was a symbol for the universe.

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Beings are tonalities in that they are irreducibly themselves, and the work of life is to maintain one's particular quality of self above a boiling determinism.

>>18515512
no, oroboros is a physical action

>>18515583
i mean a symbol that represents something that enables you to do something

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There is an ascending and descending force in the universe. Consciousness is the reflection of the primordial state onto a receptive medium. Life is the tension in this duality, and the spiritual path its resolution.

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Being exists out of an appetite for itself. Out of silence came the consciousness of that silence, and with that the urge to fill it with phenomena. The universe leans boldly towards perfection.

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All that we can say is that we are the centers of a phenomenology. Degeneration is a total identification with our phenomenology, enlightenment the suspension of our centers above the flux. The work is to be a singular perspective navigating a world of perspectives, each fully alive to itself.

>>18515493
Sounds like confirmation bias

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Their is only greatness of soul and compensation for greatness. Sometimes I feel everyday society is a vast thing talking itself down from the ledge, falling short of the numinous everyday. Only youth is worth anything. The rest is a preparation for the next generation.

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The greatest tragedy is the unfulfilled self. Young death is the bittersweet death, for the promises that went unfulfilled and the loneliness that did not get to bloom out of us with old age. The texture of existence cannot do justice to dreams. Our fondest memories are what could have been.

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Spirits are principles of quality, what comes unbidden out of the dark as ocean, sky, moon, stars. Life is an onrush of mystery.

>>18515916
Where did you read all this ?

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Always all things are absorbed into silence. Even a battle fades to a murmur if you walk far enough. Death proceeds as quietly as the rest of nature. We know in the bottom of ourselves there will always be a peace greater than all the resources of our fear.

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Success is everything looking us up and down and saying "yea". The givenness of our individualities evaluated by the wide world and found up to the task. An intoxication with the fortuity of ourselves, our vision. This is why nothing stings like being hated for what we cannot control. Despair is being a flint for nothing.