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i like that veiw of things just because i think our instinct is to see our state of being as the ultimate one - like our plane of existance is the result, and others the cause. maybe that wording doesn't make sense - but i like to remind myself that we may be an irrelevant part of a reality we are totally ignorant of.
in a way i think it makes me feel a little more at peace with things like somebody making fun of my peice of junk car - or saves me from beating myself up over my relative shortcomings. how much does it really matter? we're all just swirling around in the cosmos on a planet that may as well be a speck of dust - never mind my crappy car hitching a ride on it.
and on the flipside it keeps me inline about my accomplishments or anything. i'm just one of this funny animal on this funny little planet. nobody else of this group of these particular animals is going to remember me when they die - and even if any of them does - they are all going to die. my life will be relatively inconsequential. nothing to get a big ego about anyways.
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Let's just smoke till
We're incredibly high
Get those wise Chinese
Weedy red eyes
To see the world through
A rose colored lens
As life flutters past our minds
Like butterflies...
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