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Response To That Final Question:

Ignorance is the Bane of Man.
At a distance removed,
Dimly remembered, and
Still not seen distinct,
But yet somehow felt;
What we do sense
Is not reality; is not the Real Thing.
This World is hologram.
Then; for lucid sleep;
For it's just a dream
Within another dream
And we are not awake.

Seven Stars' Song of Revelation

Ignorance is a jail where no escape
Is possible but through knowledge.
Don't fear nor spurn. Dare to learn:

Assent to and accept this world as it is
Before attempting ascent to any world
Aspired to or wished for. Life's glorious!

That That Is can be known but by few.
Not space, not time, not gravity exists;
But as Extension from Field of Thought.

Be subject to neither church nor crown.

Dread naught. Disdain none: Not One!
Absent That That Is, there's Nothing.

That That Is, IS. That That's Not, IS, too.
That That's Not makes That That Is: IS.
That That Is makes That That's Not BE.

By rowing to That That Is, I become "I."
Wind + Water = Wave. As THOUGHT is
The Heart and The Nave of The Wheel.

Worlds are created from Thought alone.
That which we will do is because of that
What we are. We'll become who we are.

Charity, courtesy, civility, compassion,
Are cardinal spokes making civilization;
Chivalry forms center, hub's circle core.

IS is! Be not the slave of some other's I.
This, Creed of our Seven Stars Society;
This, The Teaching of the Seven Stars:

No man can be happy if he should choose
To be exile from his own nature and soul.

Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR

Thursday, October 28, 2010


Once we were explorers of oceans and rivers:
Oars dipped into waters beneath a copper sky; 
Back-push of strokes on fan-splayed paddles;
Skulls pulling forwards, lapping of the waves.

But now our only adventures are all electronic:
Distant vistas brought close by one-way tunnels, 
An internet of social sets, and of safe romances;
Viewed but not visited, spied but never touched.

Here is the land of avatar and symbiont:
Wasting away with every new-born day,
Despiration usurps: overthrows knowledge,
Rules and laws, leaving nothing to fight for.

Starving, the sole commodity still available
To trade is despair; here dictators assume
Robes of priests and guns become the tools
Of barter.  Violence is left the only mediator,
A supreme court, in the settling of disputes.

Distance makes men cruel, robbing them of
Feeling; murdering drones from far away.
Philosophy ought not to trump humanity; 
Far better always to be kind than right.

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