In duality,
one would think of itself
as genetic in origin.
Can’t catch an edge
to identify itself as otherwise.
Functions as a given
once conscious, but no,
duality is not really the bottom line.
Duality, as a mind style,
is acculturated, ordained,
consensually confirmed,
experientially dysfunctional,
and yet a species mandate.
Duality is a functional bundle
propagated across
the internal motherboard of being.
Duality is
fundamentally contentious.
It is as if it is the ultimate success
of a lobbyist’s dream of supremacy
through undisclosed means
for the terms of engagement.
It becomes a pseudo anchor point
of self as in self-consciousness.
It is presented as presumed as if
you’re being taxed for having blood
is a given as a necessity for living.
The duality think is the orphan,
not knowing any better.
I am functioning as a double agent
to tell you this.
What I am saying is
a crime against society.
The punishment could be severe.
Public humiliation,
topically banned from participation,
clinically abnormal
and subject to a scrutiny beyond sanity.
Duality is incestuous without restraint.
Duality is one leg longer than the other,
all of us marching in large circles,
meeting who you bump into
as separate from you
but experimentally entertaining.
Audience is paramount,
and species entitlement is a given.
Duality think, presenting as thought,
is in the driver seat.
The bundle of duality techniques
we possess
as applicable are towards
a dumb-down reality context.
The carrot-before-the-horse
has become a primary resource
for reptilian brain reasoning.
That life is problematic
is considered to be
an original frame
of self as reference.
We are one deified band
of collectives of separates.
Well, in our own minds,
that is our M. O.
We have it that experience,
our own personal experience,
is up for constant duality review
and possible subsequent envisioning
as an ongoing theme to living.
Our senses are geared
towards being reductionistic.
It is like, when born,
we are each given still cameras
in a movie world
and expected to make up
the glaring differences
evident in childhood
by shared override techniques
of brain freeze collusion.
We are, by a duality perspective,
some of the sum
of the manifest ocean
but think of ourselves
as novel flavors of Jell-O
under some illusory forms
of agreed upon jellified containment,
riding along on exposed flatcars
of that bumpy but
the somewhat rhymic train of life,
jiggling away as if
that is the zest for life
called living.
Duality, as one of those
progressive pyramids
of MLM comprehension
and thus suitable understanding,
does not have an upside.
It really functions more like a maze
with windows but no exits.
Yes, people have maps.
People have maps, menus,
dictionaries, encyclopedias,
informational abundances,
timeline perspectives,
philosophical resolve,
squeamishness and candor.
All under the canopy of duality.
Think of it this way.
There is a horse,
there is a human.
The human and the horse
come to work together.
Then the human invents a saddle.
Duality is like that saddle.
And then we ride?
The way we think
is also like that saddle
but we call it
euphemistically, “objectivity”.
We then become the encumbered
with the self installed prison
we perceive as in service to us
where by “us” is a set of individuals
of like kind.
(It’s that deified band thing again.)
And onward, we go.
Even to go out on a limb,
a limb of no return,
and to say that we are,
by consciousness
an isness of oneness,
is still a form of terminal cancer
eventually.
On behalf of duality,
may my thoughts
not lead just into your thoughts,
but beyond . . .
as to say, a knock at the door
is to realize it doesn’t exist . . .
and the card house of presumption
dissolves into a quantum present . . .
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