Everyone wants to know:
                “Where is: The Point-Blank Man”?
 
 
 

In the world of those who do-not-know
                 it is those who do not know 
        who are made to believe they do.
 

A father said to a son: 
“In my trying to show you, what-is-going-on, 
the only sin you can inflict on me 
is for you to be verbally boring.” 
And to himself the lad mused: 
“I should have the same attitude regarding 
the relationship between the part of my mind that 
wants to get THE KNOWLEDGE,
and the rest of my thoughts.”
 

To bypass alarm clocks, and wake yourself up requires that you be not verbally boring -- even to yourself --  no, make that  -- ESPECIALLY to yourself.
Allowing the tongue & ear of your consciousness 
to engage in their normal, “I talk --  you listen” activity 
is to doom yourself to a bed of mental torpidity;
doing so will assure that you will forever be 
a restive audience member to an endless, 
un-funny monologue of infinite irrelevancy…
…from which  there is no escape…
……since it all takes place inside your head.
 

A life of mental redundancy is a life of never knowing;
of never quite --  GETTING IT RIGHT:
of always being just slightly uncertain.
That is the whole purpose of mental redundancy --
--  to compensate for the redundancy’s impertinence.

Ignore the notion: “The good die young,” 
and focus on the useful version:
”The mechanically certain 
                      mentally die 
                      before they even get started .” 
 
 
 
 

In the world of the inattentive, 
it is the inattentive who thrive, 
(or who at least find prevailing conditions acceptable).
 

Surrounded by forest  --  expect debris;
why squander attention on  
the leaves you brush away?!
 

Those who try to stay indoors amidst the woods
are those who curse most the pollen,
and the conspiracy is that 
driven critics are comped to only the worst shows. 
 

Do not ask: “For whom annoying existence tolls” --
--  you know the answer to that.
A “philosopher” is one who: wants-to-get-to-the-bottom-of-things --   but  --
not that bad;
not bad enough to realize that 
the thing in him that, wants-to-know
is the very thing at the bottom-of-everything. 
 

In the forest, the identifying cry of the idiot is:
                            ”I am surrounded by idiots!”
In the consciousness of the confused,
               uncertainty is maintained by 
         its ear heeding only the voice of 
                                      its own tongue.
 
 
 

Scientists trying to locate: “Mind-in-the-brain” --
--  look awry;
they never turn their attention to 
the mental lab equipment with which 
they carry on their search. 

People trying to find 
a different state of mind 
also view askew;
they will insatiably wrangle with verbal maps
while ignoring the matter of physical feet.
 
 
 

Once the facts are explained to them --  after that,
what can you conclude other than:
“Those who are confused --  WANT to be confused.” 
…or are at least, content with such a condition 
as long as they can keep discussing the idea of 
metaphysical adventure with their friends,
and themselves.
 
 

In the world of those who -- do-not-understand
it is those who do not understand who get by with 
the least friction…. least in the beginning.
Fact: With most, the beginning IS the end.
Quote: “In spite of its best reflexive efforts,
              his consciousness, 
              the fatal blow could not stave --  thank god!”
 
 
 

Today’s Concluding Fact:               
             You are only handicapped if you say you are.
 

                                       J A N
 
 
 

Everyone wants to know:
”Where is: The Point-Blank Man”?
Everyone knows quite well where he is --
--  which is why they pretend to be busy 
                                                  looking for
                  additional information before 
                                                    going on.



           "On! you huskies!  --  On! you say."