The Book called TIME

[Guest guest]

The Book called TIME -- or -- Before the Big Bang that TIME appears

to need to appear to start.

This story of TIME starts when

I/YOU/Anyone goes into a Blackout (without time) of Utter

Awareness of Hallucinating BLISS. IN this Blackout of Hallucinating

BLISS this Bliss feeds off ITSELF with thoughts that this Anyone

writes into a book until these thoughts explode in a Big Bang of

Infinite BLISS – the Raptures of Ecstasy -- with the most

"Surreal-thought," the book's title: TIME.

With this

surreal-thought "Time" the book comes to an end to start the

story with what time needs to appear real: memory, remember.

So this Anyone has to use this

surreal-thought called TIME, and its "remember," to find the

writer of this book called TIME because this writer must have been

some super-god that used his time to write about all the

ordinary-gods and devils to make this book called TIME by far the

most intoxicating and exciting book that this TIME appears to make

real. What makes this book called TIME by far the most entertaining

book that ever was is all the anger, love, bashed-heads, spilled-blood and broken-bones... hostility and hate all the gods

and devils need in this book to keep it, TIME, exciting.

But this book called TIME was written

also as a comedy. What makes it a comedy is a Messenger this Anyone

in BLISS wrote into this book, but cannot remember because it was

before this TIME started, at the end of the book. In this book this

Anyone has to slaughter this Messenger with all the hostility-anger

and hate in this book, TIME, for having the gall to tell Anyone

that Anyone must have written this book called TIME, and not some

super-god.

But slaughtering the Messenger does not

make this Comedy called TIME supreme. The Comedy becomes Supreme when

BLISS finally wakes this Anyone up to its proverbial-laughter of

unfathomable Bliss (Samadhi) because in this dream of Unfathomable

BLISS there was never any book, only the dream in which there is no

time, nor gods or devils or super-gods let alone someone else, NOT

EVEN A DREAMER, that could have written any books, only the DREAM

called TIME... and the unfathomable Bliss that this surreal-thought

called TIME and its remember cannot remember because (without --

before or after -- time) there is nothing to remember.

This waking-up from this dream to be

this Unfathomable Bliss that this TIME mostly calls death

is this Supreme Comedy: this story of TIME. ... that can only start

after the story ends .... so that time has to write its own story

before it can start, the story, TIME, which it can never remember

because there is nothing to remember before TIME appears to start ...

so the Anyone called Everyone has to pretend to live it, this

Supreme Comedy called TIME.

Geza