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Cork scratching. A whispered reading of some Buddhist scriptures... Timestamps: 0:00 - Intro 1:35 - Cork Scratching 3:52 - Whispered Reading 8:13 - Outro Let all beings find happiness Let hearts be whole. Whatever beings they are - Whether strong or weak, Tall or short, Small or large, Beings seen or unseen, Those living near or far away, Those born, And those yet to be born. Let all of us find happiness. The mind paves the way for its objects. To speak or act with a peaceful mind brings happiness after oneself. Avoid imbalance of the mind. There will be praise and there will be blame. Do not let either affect the poise of the mind: Extinguish pride, follow calmness. Occasions of hatred are resolved by freedom from hatred. This is the eternal law. Triumph over anger with love. Triumph over evil with goodness. Triumph over malice with generosity. Triumph over lies with the truth. Let your love penetrate the universe, To its great heights and depths, A limitless love, free from hatred and hostility Whether standing or walking, seated or lying down As long as you are awake Your life will bring heaven to earth. Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes. a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day. Just as painful as an association with unloved objects is a separation from the objects that we love. The wise follow concepts of common sense; fools follow only hunger. Because their minds are unobstructed they are without fear. They have completely passed beyond all error and so go on to the fulfillment of nirvana.

First time Light Triggers! Trusty crackling wood candle in the background. And a reading of the below poems by Charles Bukowski: Timestamps! 0:00 - Intro 0:54 - Light Triggers 5:59 - "again" by Charles Bukowski 8:13 - "the secret" by Charles Bukowski 9:58 - Outro "again" now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been slain, as history is scratched again on the sallow walls, as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hungry lips, as the dogs sleep in temporary peace, as the shadow gets ready to fall, as the oceans gobble the poisons of man, as heaven and hell dance in the afternoon, it's begin again and go again, it's bake the apple, buy the car, mow the lawn, pay the tax, hang the toilet paper, clip the nails, listen to the crickets, blow up the balloons, drink the orange juice, forget the past, pass the mustard, pull down the shades, take the pills, check the air in the tires, lace on the gloves, the bell is ringing, the pearl is in the oyster, the rain falls as the shadow gets ready to fall again. "the secret" don't worry, nobody has the beautiful lady, not really, and nobody has the strange and hidden power, nobody is exceptional or wonderful or magic, they only seem to be. it's all a trick, an in, a con, don't buy it, don't believe it. the world is packed with billions of people whose lives and deaths are useless and when one of these jumps up and the light of history shines upon them, forget it, it's not what it seems, it's just another act to fool the fools again. there are no strong men, there are no beautiful women. at least, you can die knowing this and you will have the only possible victory.

Plastic crinkles. A whispered reading of "Meditations" by Marcus Aurelius. Book scratching. Timestamps: 0:00 - Intro 0:40 - Plastic Crinkles 2:13 - Whispered Reading 5:06 - Book Scratching 6:02 - Outro "Book 2: On the River Gran, Among the Quadi" 4 Remember how long you’ve been putting this off, how many extensions the gods gave you, and you didn’t use them. At some point you have to recognize what world it is that you belong to; what power rules it and from what source you spring; that there is a limit to the time assigned you, and if you don’t use it to free yourself it will be gone and will never return. 5 Concentrate every minute like a Roman - like a man - on doing what’s in front of you with precise and genuine seriousness, tenderly, willingly, with justice. And on freeing yourself from all other distractions. Yes, you can - if you do everything as i f it were the last thing you were doing in your life, and stop being aimless, stop letting your emotions override what your mind tells you, stop being hypocritical, self-centered, irritable. You see how few things you have to do to live a satisfying and reverent life? If you can manage this, that’s all even the gods can ask of you. 9 Don’t ever forget these things: The nature of the world. My nature. How I relate to the world. What proportion of it I make up That you are part of nature, and no one can prevent you from speaking and acting in harmony with it, always.

A whispered reading from philosopher Epictetus, followed by closing triggers -- book brushing and wood triggers. PS. Sincere apologies for the background noise! Any feedback and comments welcome, trying to improve quality as we go :) Timestamps: 0:00 - Intro 1:24 - Whispered Reading 6:07 - Book Brushing 7:27 - Wood Triggers 9:34 - Outro "Happiness Can Only Be Found Within" Freedom is the only worthy goal in life. It is won by disregarding things that lie beyond our control. We cannot have a light heart if our minds are a woeful cauldron of fear and ambition. Do you wish to be invincible? Then don't enter into combat with what you have no real control over. Your happiness depends on three things, all of which are within your power: your will, your ideas concerning the events in which you are involved, and the use you make of your ideas. Authentic happiness is always independent of external conditions. Vigilantly practice indifference to external conditions. Your happiness can only be found within. How easily dazzled and deceived we are by eloquence, job title, degrees, high honors, fancy positions, expensive clothing, or a suave demeanor. Don't make the mistake of assuming that celebrities, public figures, political leaders, the wealthy, or people with great intellectual or artistic gifts are necessarily happy. To do so is to be bewildered by appearances and will only make you doubt yourself. Remember: The real essence of good is found only within things under your own control. If you keep this in mind, you won't find yourself feeling falsely envious or forlorn, pitifully comparing yourself and your accomplishments to others. Stop aspiring to be anyone other than your own best self: that does fall within your control. "No One Can Hurt You" People don't have the power to hurt you.Even if someone shouts abuse at you or strikes you, if you are insulted, it is always your choice to view what is happening as insulting or not. If someone irritates you, it is only your own response that is irritating you. Therefore, when anyone seems to be provoking you, remember that it is only your judgment of the incident that provokes you. Don't let your emotions get ignited by mere appearances. Try not to merely react in the moment. Pull back from the situation. Take a wider view; compose yourself.

Book scratching and a whispered reading of "the big fire" by Charles Bukowski. Timestamps: 0:00 - Intro 1:05 - Book Scratching 1:20 - Whispered Reading 7:15 - Book Scratching 7:34 - Outro "the big fire" by Charles Bukowski I'm on fire like the cactus in the desert I'm on fire like the palms of an acrobat I'm on fire like the fangs of the spider I'm on fire with you and me I'm on fire walking into a drugstore I'm on fire I'm on fire the girl hands me my change and laughs at me I'm on fire in my bed alone I'm on fire with you I'm on fire reading a book about Trotsky, Hitler, Alexander the Great anybody at all, any walking living dead human once upon the earth I'm on fire looking at the grass I'm on fire looking at birds sitting on telephone wires I'm on fire answering the phone -- I leap straight up when it rings I am burning I'm on fire looking at velvet I'm on fire looking at a sleeping cat I am a helpless burning thing among other helpless burning things I lay on my left side and look at the tombstones then I lay on my right side and look at the tombstones -- they are all burning I'm on fire putting a stamp on an envelope I'm on fire wrapping garbage into a newspaper I'm on fire with heroes and dwarfs and poverty and hope I'm on fire with love and anger I'm on fire like a bat hanging upsidedown like a bellboy hating the rich and smiling at their tips I'm on fire in a supermarket watching a most womanly woman bend over to pick up some potato salad I'm on fire like a scissors cutting the eyes out of the sky I'm on fire like onehundredthousand monkeys boiled into one heart and sobbing through centuries of hopelessness I'm on fire like a clean sharp knife in a kitchen drawer I'm on fire like a beggar in India a beggar in New York a beggar in Los Angeles... the smoke and burning rises and the ash is crushed under... I'm on fire like the circus that went away the champion who quit on one knee all burning all alone all one ash I'm on fire like a dirty bathtub in a lonely roominghouse I'm on fire like the roach I kill with my shoe I'm on fire with men and woman and animals who are being tortured and mutilated in dark and isolated places I'm on fire with the armies and anti-armies I'm on fire with the man I hate most in the world I'm on fire without a chance the fat is in the fire, the lam is over it the sacrifice seems forever the enduring seems forever the sun is on fire... and the glazed horizon is red and the weeping and the weeping and you and me the sun is burning everything: the dogs, the clouds, the icecream the end the end of the stairway the end of the ocean the last scream the bug in the jar spouts into flame and the inside of the skull gives up at last the smoke blows away.