How can it be Sunday again already?
   How can it not be?!
How can we be back here again?
   Where else could we be?!
How many different times can a man 
see the same reality?
    How many times can our local reality
produce in the same body --  a different man?!

…(Don’t you find it easier not to concentrate on the problem, here at the beach?!)
 
 
 
 
 
 

                    What ordinary men call “moral issues”
                          are actually biological realities 
               that ordinary men are not yet equipped to face.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

There was once a world ruled by beings who 
lived beneath the surface, and who were invisible.
   ”Then how do you know that they existed -- 
    much less that they ruled?”
Ah! -  but such is the only explanation for 
what goes on in that place.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

              There was once a man with a magical lantern
                  who went off in search of a fabled prize. 
                 He never found it, but did later learn that 
                               it was a magical lantern.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                       What you think you want,
                    and what you think you don’t,
                        both follow your thinking.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

That which is automatic and not thought about, 
is necessary;
that which is automatic and thought about 
is merely redundancy.

   To be alive is necessary;
    to be redundant is to make being alive annoying.

                                He said to a mirror:
                                ”Seeing me like this 
                                 reminds me of you.”
 
 
 

Living, just you, 
in a cave with THE KNOWLEDGE;
never a shortage of dead wood, 
thoughts for the fire.
 

                                Said he to the flames:
                                “On the walls of the cave,
                                 live my shadows;
                                 where I truly am,
                                  none can say.”
 
 

He alone, with THE UNDERSTANDING,
knows that no one knows.
…which sets him free from the realm of shadows.
 

                       Nothing seems so obdurate as mind,
                        but it is mind that makes us say so.

                        Where can man go 
                         to get THE KNOWLEDGE;
                         what bird can fly 
                          inside a cave?
 
 
 

Looking in a pool 
at his reflection, 
he wondered:
“How come I 
            to be
            trapped in there?……here?……there?…
 

A mind that thinks only, “me”
has its host held captive in me.
 

                                            All you need do
                                                                   is,
                                                      not be you.
 
 

 
                                     No one who’s me
                                                will,
                                          ever be free.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The brain can walk without talking,
but when it does talk  --  shadows seem to
                                                      come alive.
 

   Realized he: “When I am but a reflection of myself,
   I have no real self to speak of.
                …which is why I speak of myself so much.”
 

The man with THE UNDERSTANDING,
                                         keeps it quiet. 
 
 
 
 
 

A son asked his father:
”You have never told me all that you really know, have you?”
    “If I had, you would no longer be merely a son.”

What a man does not say to himself
is eventually more important than what he does.

                                         In a small open space
                                                                           is
                                             no room for a guest.
 

The proper son no longer troubles the old man 
with questions. 
 
 

Inside the house of
a man-who-knows
is room enough for the universe --
--  but not for the local community.
 
 
 

                You KNOW alone  --
               you stupid together.
 

                                 JAN