Now, what is the Real World?

And so if you suddenly say, "But my life has no meaning! "My mother had a fit while she was carrying me in the womb." "They didn’t bring me up right." And then they go to the mother and say, "How is it that you could’ve been so irresponsible with your children? Then we suddenly ask the question, "But how did this bit get there? So then, there is practiced throughout the world-rather more in Asia than here, although always by a minority of people-a discipline called meditation, which is to get in touch with reality. Suppose life is a mess-let’s get rid of it. It’s your way of life. But it doesn’t mean that God is dead, that life is nothing more than a trip from the maternity ward to the crematorium. The opening of the Gospel of St. John: "In the beginning was the Word." It doesn’t mean in the beginning was chatter.

Because, you see, music is peculiar, in that it is a marvelous pattern of sounds that doesn’t mean anything. It’s rather like music or dancing in that respect. It’s much more like the practice of medicine, as when you say: "I practice medicine." It means you do it every day. We talk sometimes about the practice of meditation as if it were like practicing the piano; preparing for a concert. Like many games dating back in history, the exact origin of this game is difficult to determine. So, you see, we’re always passing the buck and don’t realize that the past is caused by the present as the wake of a ship flows back from the prow. We come into the present. Tables come in various sizes, but regulation sizes are common for competitive play. And let the in-breath return-don’t pull it back, but let it come back as a reflex.

Over the pocket area, back or front, smaller Vs bigger, add text. And we’re always passing the buck over our shoulders. " And she thought it over and thought it over, and said, "Do you know? One day I was thinking about what kind of game I would make for Nintendo's upcoming Revolution console, and I thought it might be neat to use the controller as a paintbrush to paint pictures on the screen. There is some inferior music that means something; what we call program music, like the Tchaikovsky 1812 Overture, or some of Debussy’s perpetrations such as the Engloutie Cathedral, where it’s creating visual pictures or imitating natural noises: the beat of horse’s hooves or rollings of military drums and the sound of the waves, et cetera. Why do you listen to music? But why do you do it? Why don’t you all do it together. Because it might be a good idea that we don’t survive. Because, you see, I seem to be pitching it to you as if it were something good for you, as if it would give you a better future, as if it would improve you.

Because, of course, you’re all God in disguise. Because, after all, if I talk all the time I can’t hear what anyone else has to say, and if I think all the time-and by that I mean specifically talking to yourself subvocally inside your skull-if I think all the time, I have nothing to think about except thoughts. And if you find that you can’t help thinking about it, putting names on it, or supposing you can’t stop vagrant thoughts about what you’re supposed to do tomorrow or what somebody said to somebody, and so on-don’t resist the flow of thought, just let it join with the random sounds that you hear and regard it as a kind of interior noise. Not, again, that thinking is something bad, but you have to stop thinking at certain times. Most people nowadays say, "I have no time." Of course you don’t. Other people have the theory that the real world is spiritual or mental. Some people have the theory that the real world is material or physical. Only, What is billiards we are psychologically perverted in such a way that some of us would rather have money than real wealth. Money simply represents wealth in rather the same way that the menu represents the dinner.