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The Dancing Wu Li Masters...

The earth has been spinning on it's axis for as long as I can remember... (3 decades).
Things have been becoming what they are for millions of years.
Yet, when the asteroid hits, they will say it happened today.
To that I will laugh, and say, You short sighted fools, it happened at the big bang, you just now noticed it. Is there choice or has it all been evolving from the rules of the universe since the rules began.

I look to the people with short sighted natures, who like to believe that they have some great cosmic role to play. I look to them to enhance my illusion. I want to believe they are right.

But here I am, on this crazy hunk of fermions, zinging through space, on a course that only the rules know. Finding myself responsible for my effects.

What a joke, the cosmic joke, you don't even know the process for digesting your own food, yet you are supposed to be responsible for your actions. You are a monkey... blind to the truth of the universe and acting like you know what to do.

Sit down and shut-up monkey... only the rules know the future, you only know the past.

Wanna dance?

-Ziv

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  1. What, then, is left to us?

    Embrace this and dance the cosmic dance. Laugh at the cosmic joke, that is...

    Or fight against it, even though we know we`ll never win.

    I`ll dance.

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  2. What is left is to live and watch, to see the changes and know the true nature of reality.
    Who are you, why are you here, it is all so clear.
    It is happening all the time, you are happening at every moment. See your place and embrace it, thank the universe and it's master for the beautiful organic machine that is you. See how your mind reacts to the world around it, through this, you will know yourself.
    That is what is left... the discovery of life the universe and everything.

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