THE RHYTHM OF THE TAO
Sweet simplicity—
A ride in the fold
Nothing to hold on to
Floating in a dream.
Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
Michelangelo knew, and chipped away at the prize within.
Isaac Newton released the fold to its conclusion—eternity— to love without condition for the least moment of time (Planck’s constant).
The universe is the aggregation of this same moment.
The eternal moment enters states of forgetting, insisting on autonomy, seeking their own kind for defense.
Such is the mad world of aggression, growing exponentially as we try to think our way to righteousness.
one are aware that all is aggregation of the same moment.
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The cause of the moment is everywhere at once.
From above, I see a wheel turning, producing secondary output for the work to be done.
Like a hairdryer, like any appliance— take anything apart, and at its core you will find the same structure.
We generate the means of transport - we travel out to gather back, but so far, we continue to expand.
The work to be done is rational deconstruction to cause.
We must enter the rhythm of constant death— it's happening anyway.
This is the rhythm of the Tao.
“Today is a good day to die.” — Sitting Bull
Dying is the way to be
Letting go to be set free
Life is but a dream.
