Boner's Confusion

Day 4,302, 17:43 Published in USA USA by Pfenix Quinn
Boner's Confusion


Spoken lyrics: Too Much of Nothing



It was a beautiful late-summer morning while the Great Teacher-Leader Phoenix Quinn and his "son" Boner were staying at a humble fishing hovel once owned by a Kennedy recluse who-shall-not-be-named, tucked away between the dunes not too far from Wellfleet, when Boner approached him, and asked, while hooking a worm:

"PQ, you old sod, I praise your disembodied nakedness endowed with e-lustre, your voice proclaiming sweet, ceaseless e-harmonies, your mind absorbed in the pure realm of e-reality.

"As you know, I, Padawan Boner Ding, lately of Dorkey but born in Parma Heights, just off Bobko Boulevard, sustained the pain of this e-birth due to numerous accreted demerits but was lucky enough to encounter you, you glorious savior of e-beings, you great redeemer of tokens, you whose name is higher than the rising sun, whose spirit is that of a 3-run homer, and whose great delicious compassions surpasseth all understandings.




"And so I began the process of strolling along the boardwalk of the profound e-teachings, fishing for the Way of neo-Ramonist Dio-deconstructionism, and in particular the Awareness of the Flavors of Strawberry and Mint, sometimes with Cucumber infusions. And then, when slight experience, realization and light dawned on me Marble Head, you revealed to me the Supreme Ultimate.

"Verily, conviction of view was born within me, and I obtained unshakable faith in the SFP-Tao.

"PQ, you told me then...

'All the magic-like experiences which occur in eRepublik are magical creations of the mind. Let them flit away like an impossibly green grasshopper at whom you've been staring for too long while sitting on the front porch sipping coffee. Let it flit away and simply rest here in your natural primordial reality state.'


"But this is what actually happened... I strayed away from naturally lucid awareness and instead fell under the sway of totally mental illusions."





"Sometimes hallucinations of earth occurred, with horrifucakble entrapments, landslips and rockafells. I focused on their true nature and an autobahn of manifold thoughts shone on me as if luminous trails of lustrous white lights in the night.

"Sometimes watery hallucinations cropped up. I was swept away. A river ran through me. Into the great wide open, across a sea of blood and dreams, they shone from the deep, these dark-blue lumifuckingnosities.

"Sometimes the smoke of hallucinations of fire arose, followed by flickering tongues of flame. I fell into an e-inferno, enveloped in swirling red-black flame and smoke, and skull-crowned fiery luminosities grinned at me through the flames.

"Other times a great roaring wind blew me into the deepest dark-lit realms of space, far-far-away, and rocked me to and fro with a soft, rushing sound. With no reference points I was struck with the dread of utter nothingness.

"When such consuming visions envelop me, then concentration and mindfulness and intention falter, slipping away like sunglasses lost in the surf on a rocky Bay-side shore icky with seaweed.

"How should I handle this? Merciful comrade, thoughtful advisor to the junta for good governance, friend to the animals, wine-wizened gray beard, please speak."








In reply Phoenix Quinn sang:

"With respectful body-speech-mind let us pray to the great e-translators who set us on the nonillusory e-path by smashing apart the pumpkins of illusion.

"Listen up, Boner: sometimes the lights all shining on you, other times you can barely chew. Hallucinations of earth happen, and likewise other shit happens too like water, fire, wind and space. Panic strikes, you think they're gonna kick the door in again, those freakin' naturally lucid colors get set up like a bowling pin. They just won't let you be. Whatever path we take, the manifold magic-like e-creations appear.

"Look. This e-body, this avatar, was acquired from actions accumulated by ignorance through beginningless e-time. The principal functioning of mind itself is to plant seeds of ignorant action in the ground of elemental substrative sensibility.

"Since before V1, since before Beta, till now you've been lost on the vast plain of illusion in illusory e-bodies composed of such seeds growing in the composted ground of such e-consciousness.

"Due to a few lucky encounters with clever fisher-folk your mind was squeezed a bit. These frightful phantasmagoria experienced during slight penetrations of your vessel's pores by the Spirit, are a sign of slight loosening of your knotted-up energies, the stirring of currents of suchness, of the adamantine element, of intrinsic nature."






"Why be unhappy or fearful or panicked by this shit? It's only a painful sight of a positive practice, a slight existential-anxiety-burb brought on by consuming the meditative experience, a sign of opening up, of the revelation of the lustre of the Universe.

"Here's what I think about that.

"No way exists to make mind an object of its own cognition, like a space free of any thing. The eye cannot look at itself. Space will not reveal its unrevealable nature. eRepublik will never make any sense. Mind cannot see itself. There is no separation of subject and object. The dialectic is an evolving whole, interacting with an infinite set of empty sets, more so than a mystical noumena hiding just around the corner, wisping around the 'real' phenomena.

"Look into it with the eye of wisdom, with analysis such that the mind is the wick to the johnny lamp illuminating your mining exploration through it own natural radiance. This natural self-illumined mind is clear and free from obstructions, part and parcel of cause and effect in every-moment awareness, knowing itself only through analysis.

"This mode of e-realization is blissful, clear and free from thought-flow, but even it, this knower/known deduction, is just a verbal convention that is not seen to actually exist subjectively, objectively, or in any combination."





"It's like this...

"In the abstraction of e-truth, the lack of both realizer and realized is realized, the lack of a see-er and the seen is seen, the lack of a knower and the known is known, and the lack of a perceiver and percept is perceived.

"Slash your confused assumptions from within, Padawan, by realizing, seeing, knowing, and perceiving the lack of existence of any centered 'mind'. All of these appearances and the manifold transmissions of e-Rep-mind are just a taste in the voidness of real-reality.

"There's neither excess nor lack. No appearance, disapperance or change. Though things here by the sea appear to be a conflux of many mistakes, they are essentially free from birth and death, from coming and going, without fullness or decay, neither existence nor nonexistence.

"The substratum sensibility of e-mind-itself has no original foundation, no creative cause or condition. It's duration has nothing to be clarified in its ephemeral to-and-fro'ing and in the end it has no cessation either.

"This clear analytic awareness is indistinguishable from the eternal vastness of space and time. Many objects are instantiated, but all are polymorphed from one unitary Spirit-Class. No identity is perceived."




"Open the door. Identity is void. Clear awareness floods everywhere, through everywhere, through every illuminated electron of the New World. No identity exists in the state of e-reality. Your avatar is an illusion. A fleeting illusion that flashes through the mind. Though bazilions of mistakes are made, there is no root cause and no coherent code base.

"Cultivate your mergence into the natural state. Thoroughly practice analytical wisdom.




"Thus today I impart to you, Boner, this comradely advice: may you have the good fortune of guiding all living beings to freedom."













Also: wishing a VERY Hippy Labor Day to All Those Who Work, to Those Who Don't but Want to, and to Those Who Won't and Never Will.


That's all.
Re-arming cloaking device now,
Your forever-pal and sometimes-story-teller,
RF Williams.