<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289</id><updated>2011-11-02T02:55:43.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Existence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-114246994777845618</id><published>2006-03-15T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:45:47.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is but a Concept</title><summary type='text'>I thought, for a moment, in a seemingly big-picture sort of way, about how life is just day after day of meaningless action, which leads to nothing but death.  In my mind I pictured a sort of chart of my life out in front of me.  Day-night-day-night-day-night-day.  But it then occurred to me that this supposedly big-picture point of view is really nothing but a retreat back into a very small mind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/114246994777845618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=114246994777845618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/114246994777845618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/114246994777845618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-is-but-concept.html' title='Time is but a Concept'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-112667269056188364</id><published>2005-09-13T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:30:09.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><summary type='text'>Only senses exist.  Sense is the wrong word.  Sense implies a sensor.  This is wrong.  Nobody is doing the sensing, because the supposed sensor is nothing but senses.  Sight, sound, and all the rest are just the splitting of suchness.  Thou art that!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/112667269056188364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=112667269056188364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/112667269056188364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/112667269056188364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-111630586782795093</id><published>2005-05-16T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:32:49.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning</title><summary type='text'>What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of meaning? Is there a meaning? If there is, who decides what that meaning is? These are questions that have been pondered by philosophers for millennia, and they are some of the most important questions a human being can ask. I have also contemplated these questions, and what follows is my best attempt at some answers.Meaning is to be found purely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/111630586782795093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=111630586782795093' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/111630586782795093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/111630586782795093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2005/05/meaning.html' title='Meaning'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-111448650802422676</id><published>2005-04-25T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:34:11.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fallacy of Intelligent Design</title><summary type='text'>The Dover, Pennsylvania school board recently adopted a policy requiring that high school science teachers teaching evolution tell their students that evolutionary theory, a theory that has been shown to explain the development of life time and time again, is flawed, and that intelligent design is a valid alternative. The ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union), along with the AUSCS (Americans </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/111448650802422676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=111448650802422676' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/111448650802422676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/111448650802422676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2005/04/fallacy-of-intelligent-design.html' title='The Fallacy of Intelligent Design'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-111274450879126472</id><published>2005-04-05T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T21:27:19.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The unexamined life is not worth living."</title><summary type='text'>--Socrates (quoted by Plato in Apology)I think what Socrates is saying here is that on some basic level, to be alive, to be human, is to actively examine life.  If you don't think about how you want to live, then you give up those decisions to others.  You become like an animal, or even a machine, in that you have no self, no agency acting independently.  Socrates sees this sense of an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/111274450879126472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=111274450879126472' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/111274450879126472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/111274450879126472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2005/04/unexamined-life-is-not-worth-living.html' title='&quot;The unexamined life is not worth living.&quot;'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-110949298435230683</id><published>2005-02-27T02:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T02:29:44.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Kills us all</title><summary type='text'>Life kills us all and so some try to avoid it.  Those people live dead.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/110949298435230683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=110949298435230683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110949298435230683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110949298435230683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-kills-us-all.html' title='Life Kills us all'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-110740991888134434</id><published>2005-02-02T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T13:02:06.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Student-Teacher Relationships</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking about the teachers I have whose classes I enjoy, and whose classes I dread. I think I've found a pattern. There are really two types of student-teacher relationships. One, I guess I could simply call, the student-teacher relationship. That is, the relationship where the teacher teaches, and the student learns. The teacher sees his or her role as imparting information onto the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/110740991888134434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=110740991888134434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110740991888134434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110740991888134434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2005/02/student-teacher-relationships.html' title='Student-Teacher Relationships'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-110670917013800542</id><published>2005-01-25T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:15:10.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some shit I wrote</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this the other night.  Its not meant to be poetry.  Just some thoughts I wrote down:self consciousnessbennifical or not bennificial advantagious or disadvantagiouscontrol our beheaviorlike godthe places where learning becomes learning are where things are taughtthere you see, the meaning is in the messageemptinessYou see a joke instantly in one sounded laughI think I intended</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/110670917013800542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=110670917013800542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110670917013800542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110670917013800542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-shit-i-wrote.html' title='Some shit I wrote'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-110453703757094557</id><published>2004-12-31T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:50:37.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Speaking with God</title><summary type='text'>God speaks to no man, but he who sees God in himself, speaks for God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/110453703757094557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=110453703757094557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110453703757094557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110453703757094557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-speaking-with-god.html' title='On Speaking with God'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-110351635493152421</id><published>2004-12-19T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:56:20.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do The Meditation Rock</title><summary type='text'>Do the Meditation RockAllen GinsbergIf you want to learn how to meditateI’ll tell you now ’cause it’s never too lateI’ll tell you how ’cause I can’t waitit’s just that great that it’s never too lateIf you are an old fraud like meor a lama who lives in EternityThe first thing you do when you meditateis keep your spine your backbone straightSit yourself down on a pillow on the groundor sit in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/110351635493152421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=110351635493152421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110351635493152421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/110351635493152421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-meditation-rock.html' title='Do The Meditation Rock'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109982018771467177</id><published>2004-11-07T03:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T03:55:45.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am God!</title><summary type='text'>I see it perfectly clearly. Consider the laws of physics. Everything in the universe holds to them. I certainly do. BUT! What defines the laws of physics? It is clearly what I do that defines them. It is what everything does but me included. So then I am God! So is everyone else of course but really its ME! I've put this into words before but I've never actually felt it until now. I was reading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109982018771467177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109982018771467177' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109982018771467177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109982018771467177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-god.html' title='I am God!'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109972086006497617</id><published>2004-11-05T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T00:05:16.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin and Yang</title><summary type='text'>You can not remove things from the universe. Any one thing necessitates the existence of everything else. I look at the black bored. If it wasn't there all the information about it would still exist in the universe. If it was removed, its reflection would still exist on my eyes. Conversely, if everything in the universe was removed except the black board, the changing state of it would give all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109972086006497617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109972086006497617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109972086006497617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109972086006497617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/11/yin-and-yang.html' title='Yin and Yang'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109971615584939128</id><published>2004-11-05T22:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:46:43.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia while listening to Terry Riley</title><summary type='text'>  I was listening to a Terry Riley recording called Across the Lake of the Ancient Word. Now Terry Riley is an amazing minimalist composer and keyboardist who incorporate the music theory of the great sitar players of India into his music, but they sound nothing alike. He just has a way of expanding your consciousness like great sitar does. So I was listening to this recording with big headphones</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109971615584939128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109971615584939128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109971615584939128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109971615584939128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/11/paranoia-while-listening-to-terry.html' title='Paranoia while listening to Terry Riley'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109936718625174972</id><published>2004-11-01T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T00:09:36.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting things be</title><summary type='text'>A friend said an interesting thing to me. "Raking leaves is pointless," he said, "because why should we judge the leaves as bad, and decide we must move them." I think its an interesting point, but I think its a self defeating one, that none the less leads to good insight.If picking up leaves is judged to be pointless, isn't that judgment itself pointless? Is there really any distinction? But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109936718625174972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109936718625174972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109936718625174972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109936718625174972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/11/letting-things-be.html' title='Letting things be'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109843105446353714</id><published>2004-10-22T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:50:51.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am part of the energy dance</title><summary type='text'>I think I understand better now. My consciousness is really just another part of the energy dance. Just like the sky is blue I view the world from here. I am here. There's no reason for it, it just happens.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109843105446353714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109843105446353714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109843105446353714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109843105446353714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-part-of-energy-dance.html' title='I am part of the energy dance'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109842247181949382</id><published>2004-10-22T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T01:25:14.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I me?</title><summary type='text'>Intellectually, I know that my ego simply does not exist, but since I was very young I have always wondered why I was born into this body, and not some other one. Now of course I am my body, so the question doesn't make sense, but I still want to know the answer. I think about how I am the universe viewing itself from this perticular position, and I wonder why I am not viewing it from some other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109842247181949382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109842247181949382' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109842247181949382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109842247181949382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-am-i-me.html' title='Why am I me?'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109822414664552220</id><published>2004-10-19T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:15:46.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Control my self?</title><summary type='text'>What kind of a phrase is control your self?  We use it all the time but it doesn't make any sense at all.  If I am controlling my self then what am I that is controling my self?  Isn't it my self?  So my self is controlling it self?  Then there isn't really any controlling at all is there?  Its just doing what it does and there's nothing controlling anything else.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109822414664552220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109822414664552220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109822414664552220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109822414664552220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/10/control-my-self.html' title='Control my self?'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109790152107215322</id><published>2004-10-15T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:38:41.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw a play tonight</title><summary type='text'>I saw a play tonight called 4.48 Psychosis, but what the play was isn't the important thing.  The play had alot of long silances in it.  During the silances I felt like i just wanted to scream.  I could barely control my self.  I was really worried I might do it because I knew I couldn't really control what I did.  Luckily, it didn't happen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109790152107215322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109790152107215322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109790152107215322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109790152107215322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/10/saw-play-tonight.html' title='Saw a play tonight'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109746429483679887</id><published>2004-10-10T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:11:34.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><summary type='text'>Words really are empty.  All we do is play with words in our minds.  Sure, in theory, words represent experiences we have.  But when I hear most words in a sentence I don't form a picture in my mind of what the word means.  I just hear the words and thats the meaning, just the words.  I react emotionally to these words.  It really is amazing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109746429483679887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109746429483679887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109746429483679887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109746429483679887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/10/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109738788158560155</id><published>2004-10-10T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T00:58:01.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we do make choices...</title><summary type='text'>I saw a movie called "What The Bleep" tonight and now im not so sure I believe my last post.  maybe the reason I can't put my finger on what it feels like to make a choice is because im doing it all the time, so I know nothing to contrast it to.  maybe I am always making choices about what to experience.  The movie talks about how in quantum physics, when you haven't experienced something it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109738788158560155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109738788158560155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109738788158560155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109738788158560155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/10/maybe-we-do-make-choices.html' title='Maybe we do make choices...'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109563732148624180</id><published>2004-09-19T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T18:42:01.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it feel like to make a choice?</title><summary type='text'>People talk about free will a lot and how it feels like they can make their own decisions and how can that be with what we know about physics. I think the first premise is wrong. It doesn't feel like we can make our own decisions. Its easy to tell this, just try to think of what it feels like to make a choice. You don't know do you? You can't even figure out when the choice is being made. After </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109563732148624180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109563732148624180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109563732148624180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109563732148624180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-does-it-feel-like-to-make-choice.html' title='What does it feel like to make a choice?'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109528416976715427</id><published>2004-09-15T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:46:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all right now!</title><summary type='text'>Inspired by Rock and Roll by The Velvet Underground:It's always now. When somebody talks, one only hears what they are saying one instant at a time but we manage to understand things a word at a time. Not only that but we hear things one word at a time. At least it feels that way. It's not a normal kind of memory that makes this possible. We don't play it back in our minds to understand. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109528416976715427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109528416976715427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109528416976715427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109528416976715427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-all-right-now.html' title='Its all right now!'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109434576780121433</id><published>2004-09-04T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:56:07.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Science</title><summary type='text'>Scientists try to get as much information as they can about the world around them. What they fail to realize is that its all right in front of them, hiding out in the open. The most direct way to know everything about the universe is to just watch what's going on. Every piece of information we can know has its own spot in our consciousness. Someone could use a computer to calculate exactly what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109434576780121433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109434576780121433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109434576780121433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109434576780121433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/09/science.html' title='Science'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-10930757656320552</id><published>2004-08-21T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T03:09:25.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs and Ego</title><summary type='text'>The fact that a drug can effect the decisions "I" make seems to be evidence of the nonexistence of the ego.  If a drug affects my choices then they really aren't choices at all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/10930757656320552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=10930757656320552' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/10930757656320552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/10930757656320552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/08/drugs-and-ego.html' title='Drugs and Ego'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109307556171959656</id><published>2004-08-21T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T03:06:01.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality the Memory Chip</title><summary type='text'>"Reality" is just like a memory chip storing data.  It is a set of data, a matrix.  Our senses read from it and our brains take it and make it a part of themselves.  That is, it changes state to match it.  This could be a memory chip, or something more complicated like in The Matrix, or more probobly it is just what we see.  But then really that data set is how we see it.  If we see one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109307556171959656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109307556171959656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109307556171959656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109307556171959656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/08/reality-memory-chip.html' title='Reality the Memory Chip'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109125822717992747</id><published>2004-07-31T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T02:36:28.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the chances that my actions make so much sense?</title><summary type='text'>Why do we think the chances of the universe producing something as orderly as us is improbable? Our idea of sense and order is skewed by the fact that we are the ones doing the sensing. Sitting here throwing a ball up in the air and then catching it, I realize that it only seems to be a sensical action because I do it. If what existed in the universe looked completely different and did things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109125822717992747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109125822717992747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109125822717992747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109125822717992747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-are-chances-that-my-actions-make.html' title='What are the chances that my actions make so much sense?'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109111178860281586</id><published>2004-07-29T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T09:36:28.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause and Effect</title><summary type='text'>Things can have 2 causes?  But there is only one billiard ball...but things have many causes.  infinitely many!  So many going back it includes the billiard ball it self.  "Time Is Like Acid" comes to mind.  like every moment one looks at a face it is new.  So its like that for the billiard ball.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109111178860281586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109111178860281586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109111178860281586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109111178860281586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/07/cause-and-effect.html' title='Cause and Effect'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109040432472484192</id><published>2004-07-21T04:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T05:05:46.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Ginsberg's "Footnote To Howl"</title><summary type='text'>Slightly high: "Who digs Los Angeles is Las Angeles!" He who experiences something becomes that thing.  But not in a passive way.  He digs it!  He does what it is doing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109040432472484192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109040432472484192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109040432472484192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109040432472484192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/07/reading-ginsbergs-footnote-to-howl.html' title='Reading Ginsberg&apos;s &quot;Footnote To Howl&quot;'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109040414383476207</id><published>2004-07-21T04:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T05:08:38.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After watching Willy Wonka, a quote from the movie</title><summary type='text'>High: "If the good lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn't have invented roller skates." If something happens it is the "will" of the universe, the Tao, whatever you want to call it.  Everything is a part of it.  It is the path from which there is no coming or going.  Thus, nothing that happens can be looked down upon (except of course that the looking down is part of what can't be looked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109040414383476207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109040414383476207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109040414383476207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109040414383476207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/07/after-watching-willy-wonka-quote-from.html' title='After watching Willy Wonka, a quote from the movie'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109019234131162793</id><published>2004-07-18T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:19:31.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a notion?</title><summary type='text'>Stoned: A notion is not just an idea.  Its a notion.  There is something I can't put into words that differentiates them.  I can't say what.  Its in the brain.  Unconscious?  But I am conscious of it.  Like the words are logs surrounded by water and the water guides the words into their proper meanings in the brain.   What are the chances that everybody's waterways are the same? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109019234131162793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109019234131162793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109019234131162793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109019234131162793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-is-notion.html' title='What is a notion?'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109004431488422046</id><published>2004-07-17T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T01:05:14.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will?</title><summary type='text'>Mabye the illusion of choice comes from knowing exactly what "choice" one is going to make.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109004431488422046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109004431488422046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109004431488422046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109004431488422046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/07/free-will.html' title='Free Will?'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109004355466335591</id><published>2004-07-17T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T01:01:08.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization while listening to Alan Watts</title><summary type='text'>Consciousness is the whole universe. The things a person does are the actions of the entire universe. Consciousness is the expression of the influence of the whole universe. After death the universe goes on, therefore so does consciousness. "I" am what the whole universe is doing. Neurons fire as the result external stimuli. It is the external universe that controls it all, therefore it is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109004355466335591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109004355466335591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109004355466335591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109004355466335591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/07/realization-while-listening-to-alan.html' title='Realization while listening to Alan Watts'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659289.post-109004285359756898</id><published>2004-07-17T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T02:04:11.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Written while stoned</title><summary type='text'>Written while stoned and listening to Jimi Hendrix:Everything you sense is a thing you did, "caused," therefore they are dancing with you, they are one with you. Jimi's music is one with me because I'm listening to it. I played it. It's one with me.  I groove with it. So it is with the universe, the Tao! Jimi Plays and listens at the same time. Which does he dance to? Which does he dance with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/109004285359756898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7659289&amp;postID=109004285359756898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109004285359756898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659289/posts/default/109004285359756898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universalconsciousness.blogspot.com/2004/07/written-while-stoned.html' title='Written while stoned'/><author><name>Mime Narrator</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
