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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, July 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 100

We all of us know what's smart thing to do. But what is right thing to do? We might be wearing civilian clothes, but underneath that there's a uniform and whatever colors that has, you must still be true to it.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 99

Fence of masters is predicated on softest, lightest, touch to blade; small defection in parry and then that fast thrust home. In politic of rhetoric, in wit of repartee, the slice across breast exposes heart. 

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 98

There be dumb crooks. There be smart crooks. Dumb crooks are in jail because they're caught braking laws. Smart crooks are politicians in Congress because they create laws. Genius crooks are presidents.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 97

They who created you and they who you created are always worth fighting for, as well as all your other creations. All else is to be considered: Whether it has aspects of holiness of sacredness; and little does.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 96

We're all born too late. We're all born too soon. We are all born in the wrong state in the wrong society; in the wrong place in the wrong time. Best you can expect is they'll leave you alone.

Friday, July 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 95

To err on the side of love is no error at all. Fools we are for we were made for it. Too much of reason hinders inclination. We lean to the side of passion. This leaning has made us survivors for our future.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 94

Best wine to go with any food is clever people saying clever things in clever ways; together sitting at the same round table, with none at the head and none at the foot, and all conversing in Feast of Wit.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 93

Beware professorial pundits and devious politicians who claim to talk for you; who claim to be the Voice of the People: that they're speaking upon your behalf, but shout just for themselves. I'm my own Voice.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 92

We are who we are because we can speak to ourselves about who we are. Words come first. Then we shape ourselves to resemble our words. The more noble are our words, the better we'll become to be.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 91

A lot in little is the task for all poetry. I come from the era of trench-coat and fedora and the long-slide fortyfive of film noir. What's said in black and white in subtle foreshadowing is what sticks in the Mind.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 90

There is a darkness here in this seditious city, a hiding away in shadow from suspicious light of inquiry. Fear and the hatred that always accompanies it, is breeding in its corners and soon shall jump out at us.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 89

Faux generation which imitates and simulates the real thing has ascended and succeeded us. They lack in everything our authentic fire but merely emulate and camouflage to cover over what is gone before.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 88

Issue is not why others believe as they do. It's why it is they think how they do and why it is they act as they do. How they act is rooted in how they think. How they think is rooted in mutable law of evolution.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 87

There's no glory in it. No honor. War is blood, shit, piss, nothing else. There's no reason to it, no logic and kills the bravest to let cowards rule in congress and in presidencies as prime ministers of nations.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 86

As in fighting, in philosophy, always take the flanking paths. Feint and indirection gives solution. Not "What is Being" but "Describe Nothingness." Not "What can we Know" but "How could we not Learn."

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 85

Best are slow learners. What comes easy to you, goes away, just as easy to you. Long life is necessary for knowledge. Everything you thought true in youth; know, in your age, proves false in contemplation.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 84

Blood and whiskey go to forge steel of will when tempered with restraint from violence. Hardness in an action works when pausing to consider. Nothing is done absent a deep foundation discipline of thought.

Friday, July 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 83:

Trite and tired are formula expression of adherence to state and faith contained in posts of professional pundits, pronounced each and every day to addicts of media; for they know not what it is they speak of.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 82

Push far away the plate of patriotism. Remove it from the table of beliefs. This is no nation of poets and philosophers; but one of plutocrats and politicians and they that slave for them. I'll not eat of that dish.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 81

That which we are shall eventually come to be, provided we survive long enough to achieve our destiny. Nothing else matters. Not faith. Not state. Not our society. What matters is to achieve what it is we are.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 80

Blue hour, space between sinking of Sun and rising of Moon, gives a respite; gives a pause between cares of the day and realities of future. Though we may die; though we may cease to exist, our task is to pursue our living: To "Remember Me!"

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 79

Never able to master it; palimpsest for visions, may deny uou, may instruct you to change; yet, what you write, what you say, what you choose to do in life is holier than scripture: Write your own Bible!


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