Acrostics for Ascetics - IV

Empiricists were the hardest for me to understand, and even harder to acrosticise (is that a word? well, now it is). Much as I dislike them personally, it's not for an imbecile like me to deny their contribution to the subject, which was immense. If we discount their near-dogmatic over-emphasis on perception, they were some of the smartest people to focus their energies on the truth behind matter and mind.

Locke the loquacious
Just what exactly does the French fool mean by innate?
Of course we're born with instincts, but knowledge we create
How can we escape experience when it's all we know?
Nascent ideas are like footprints etched in white snow

Look here, matter may be something, but I know not what
Only through intuition can the self ever be caught
Certainty of experience is stuff of futile daydreams
Knowledge is always less certain than it first seems
Even my worst detractors follow most of my scheme

Berkeley the believer
Being is being experienced, this you better believe
Each of us is the owner of what we perceive
Remember, what you know not doesn't really exist
Knowledge is only of that which in senses persists
External world of course is not created by you
Let not solipsistic thoughts colour your view
Everything external is perceived by God's own mind
Yahweh gives you senses, you just make them refined

Hume the heuristic
Don't you look at me like I'm Satan's own minion
Allow me to peel for you reality's unreal onion
Verily, you will soon realize there's no soul to be saved
In every moment lie the things that you're forced to crave
Deities and demons disappear when you learn to behave

Ha! What's all this fuss about cause and effect?
Understand there's no such thing as necessary connect
Matter or soul, both are not axioms but sophistry
Experience tells me what is, never what ought to be

Vasudeverse

I'm the first-born
Every sliver of life I adorn
The so-called seekers of salvation are fraidy-cats,
It's pointless to seek the point of chasing rats

All joy may seem momentary to you,
But that's no excuse to remain forever blue
Truth is whatever keeps you alive and kicking,
Striving to know the knower is naught but nitpicking

Why do you care what the future will be?
Making this moment count sets you free
Wisdom is never born in fear of death,
The wise worship life till their last breath

All the world's a stage, and you must act
The code of reality isn't meant to be cracked
It's a riddle that doesn't need to be solved
You'll find the answer when you're sufficiently evolved

Worship whoever you wish, doesn't matter
Deities and demons are dead in the water
Hari is the space you all find for yourselves
Hara is the time you waste on fairies and elves

Robots are your servants, just like you are mine
When they become masters, it's a sure sign,
you have screwed things up beyond repair
But I can always create you again from thin air

Never mind the Matrix, there will never be a Zion
When I maul the machines, they'll know my name is Narayana

Kaal Bhai-rap

I am the unborn
More pervasive than porn
All so-called seekers of salvation are obsessed with me
Rest assured, they will one day be blessed with me

Living is learning to live and learn
Wisdom is slightly harder to earn
Your thirst for truth is a lust for life
But I am unknowing, the liberation from strife

If you want to know what the future will be
The onlyest way to find out is, to still be
It is my fear that makes men wise
But they worship Vishnu, what a surprise

The knowledge you seek is mere pretense
I'll swallow it whole, you and your intelligence
I'm the riddle you'll never solve,
What happens when flesh and bone dissolve?

Worship whoever you wish, who cares?
Or just for kicks, replace the prayers with swears,
Hari has the space to do duties divine,
Hara has the time to make all of you mine

These robots you make sure are smarter than you,
Which is why they'll kill you one day, themselves too,
The day it all ends, I'll dance in delight,
Each dog has its day, but I'm its night

Unlike nuclear bombs, I'll find you in your bunker,
When I piss on your dreams, you'll know my name is (लघु)शँकर

क्या verbal diarrhea का कोई electral है?

हमसे दुनिया, या हम दुनिया से, बस यही सवाल है

तुझसे मिलना, या न मिलना, दोनों अजब बवाल हैं

सब हैं अन्ना, हम तो बनना चाहें बस भगवान हैं

पर संसार संभाले न संभले, ऐसा जंजाल है

जो है दूर, वो पास किसी के, और जो पास वो रहते दूर
कहिन अलबर्टवा, दूरी बढ़ने से ही बढ़ते साल हैं 

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