As they say in the great state of Texas—big hat, no cattle.
This illusion has infested the mind—they are as stupified as cattle that never arrived.
These herds of phantom bovine are a surreal delusional phantasy, having become mere chattel themselves—as this story unfolds you will see.
The Japanese offer an abundance of profound four-kanji compounds not the least of them being—yūgen jikkō—有言実行—to follow through on one's words with action and deeds.
The essence of presence is to turn spoken intention into tangible action—to fulfill promises and to do so with integrity.
Words are a promise—action is proof—and the proof, as they say, is in the pudding is an absolute truth.
Another almighty four-kanji compound—mugen jikkō—無言実行—acting without words—is a worthy trait to be honed, for this is what the neo-clan reputation is founded upon—a fundamental constitutional principle of those who choose to create their own destiny.
Drawing even deeper into the well of the four-kanji compound protocol, it is most useful to observe the hanmen kyōshi—反面教師—the negative role model exhibiting the following traits—pathetic embodiment of failure, mediocrity, or moral rot that teaches others what not to be.
As we watch the world turn, it becomes essential to discern nourishment from weeds—on the road to mastery, inside the nooks and crannies of sentient being—to see what Seity wishes to see—the biggest picture—forest and trees.
System clones are easily identifiable—they are stuck like a broken record on auto-repeat, system-wide stripped of pride and undignified.
All of the magnificent events and dreams planned for the future—the things they claim they will one day do—are but wisps of vapid wishes—big hat, no cattle, but plenty of hot-air balloons.
At the root of this human rot lies the extraordinarily nasty habit of yūgen mukō—有言無行—all talk no action—those who speak grandly yet do not act—a bloated fat hat without a single head of cattle, and that's that.
Free-range avatars must become keenly aware—able to identify and isolate the stupefied, the morons, fools and tools—for gaining wisdom through their fallacy is what wise ones do.
Discernment protects one from deceit—recognizing the toxicity of the arrogant, the psychotic, and the self-absorbed narcissists—creatures not even equal to the wild beasts.
A VCR tape on endless replay—reliving the splendor of bygone days.
These eternally mentally impoverished blowhards—creatures with nothing of importance and nothing important left to say.
The yūgen mukō system clones are the pariahs of neo-societies—left to wither alone, never to be seen again.
The neo-clan path is to step inside the yūgen jikkō (words and deeds in harmony) zone.
Beyond that, step right up into the higher state of mugen jikkō—無言実行—infinite action—a grandstand full of cattle and a baseball cap as the cherry on top so very fitting for this ephemeral scene.
