Do you really think that or have you just seen someone else say it and are just parroting them?

Well how could that possibly work out

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>>39642493
There is no parroting
Nor unique utterance
These are the words of the escape
The escape requires no movement

Should you change your proximity to an object,
Does that object become more a part of your possession?
When there is no possession,
The object is wholly without you,
And therefore becomes as meaningless as any title you presume over it in the fleetingness of this mortal coil.
Therefore within the self there is no self,
So without the non-self becomes manifest
And you would become the other unto your own self,
Unless there is no non-other.
Verily, in her sleep, death will visit your mother,
Unless you reply to this post with schizobabble impressing
So that I might drizzle it atop this word salad as dressing

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>>39642468
The White Stag means something to me.
Saved.

>>39642468
"I first learned the facts from a lunatic
In a dark and quiet room that smelled of stale time and space
There are no people
Nothing at all like that
The human phenomenon is but the sum of densely coiled layers of illusion
Each of which winds itself upon the supreme insanity
That there are persons of any kind
When all there can be is mindless mirrors
Laughing and screaming as they parade about
In an endless dream
But when I asked the lunatic what it was that saw itself within these mirrors
As they marched endlessly in stale time and space
He only rocked and smiled
Then he laughed and screamed
And in his black and empty eyes
I saw for a moment, as in a mirror
A formless shade of divinity
In flight from its stale infinity
Of time and space and the worst of all
Of this world's dreams"

"All the things of this world, it said
Are of but one essence
For which there are no words
This is the greater part which has no beginning or end
And the one essence of this world for which there can be no words
Is but all the things of this world
This is the lesser part which had a beginning and shall have an end
And for which words were conceived solely to speak of
The tiny broken beings of this world, it said
The beginnings and endings of this world, it said
For which words were conceived solely to speak of
Now remove these words and what remains, it asks me
As I stood in the twilight of that vast empty building
But I did not answer
The question echoed over and over
But I remained silent until the echoes died
And as twilight passed into evening I felt my special plan
For which there are no words
Moving towards a greater darkness"

>>39642468
>There is no self
>There is no non-self
>There are no others
>There are no non-others
Ok.

>>39642531
stop smoking weed
you are saying too much retarded shit

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