February
11, 2001.
THE
DEAL
Everybody wants to make-the-deal,
but few can figure out the price
to be paid;
everybody wants to be part OF
the
deal,
(but don’t want their real names
used.)
When you don’t know about the deal,
you imagine it to be a BIG deal.
Everybody’s heard of the
deal
but few ever see it go down.
Wheelin’ and dealin’,
squallin’ and squealin’;
that’s the noise in front of your house.
"Hey, keep that dog where he belongs.”
(An individualistically minded canine
in an ant colony, doesn’t belong.)
The deal
can only go down,
when you’re safe and sound;
the deal
can only go down,
when “YOU’RE”
not around.
The deal can only be done,
when “you’re” no more than one.
There
is the ant hill deal,
and
the single malt deal;
it takes a village to wound -- one eye/I to heal.
“Off-shore”
deals
are the best --
‘cause there’s always the chance
you may drown.
The deal is
dreamed-of by the living -- but realized by the recently-departed.
If
you’re still in town -- the deal
won’t go down.
Everybody’s uncle knows this,
“real great deal”;
everyone has a buddha for an
uncle.
To profit from the
deal you have to make your own
deal.
The
history of deal-making is difficult to interpret;
profit is such a -- personal
matter.
Hunger’s the ship,
eating’s the keel,
nothing’s as filling as
doing-the-deal.
The deal
you know about is not THE deal.
The real deal is strictly
-- “hush-hush.”
(No one ever has to be cautioned to:
“Keep it to yourself.”)
The deal is
the only known transaction
involving fewer than two parties.
To do-the-deal
you gotta -- get-in-on-the-ground-floor;
the deal’s drawn up -- up
stairs,
but brought to a boil -- down
in the oven.
Nothing makes you feel
good as
doin’ THE
DEAL.
Everybody’s aware of the
deal,
but no one knows what to call
it.
Listen for whom the bell may peal,
only a few can hear THE REAL DEAL.
While the rest of the world is
“doing business,”
the few are doing-the-deal.
(The twain you might think,
would never meet,
truth is --
it’s all the same.
…wherever you are -- there’s
the deal;
you can’t go where it’s not,
all you can do is try not to
recognize it.)
Ant colonies are blind;
only individuals can -- see-the-deal.
For the
deal to show a profit,
you must have no thoughts of
such.
Working out the actual mechanics
of the transaction
is all the return you could
ever ask for.
The deal can’t be done wrong:
only those who’ve yet to do-the-deal
think that it can be done incorrectly.
What a lay out -- what
a meal,
you never completely
consume the
deal.
The difficulty in first seeing
the
deal
is due to it having no beginning,
and having no end.
If you are in-the-deal
you are forever in the middle
of the deal.
What a road -- what a path;
the deal goes on forever.
If you look some where for the
deal,
you don’t find it,
but if you do not look
some where for it,
you will also never find it,
so it’s pretty clear then --
what is required.
”Down on State
Street,
corner of Beale,
right near my heart they're
doing-the-deal.”
You can’t sell the
deal, and you certainly can’t buy
it;
you can’t even GIVE the
deal away.
Boomerangs For The Blind.
Self-Performed Rim-Jobs,
and men in tacky vehicles stopping to
ask themselves for directions.
Many who complete the
deal
then hide it away in mirrors…..there
is no other place!
…see, the problem is:
The deal will
never congeal.
If you try to preserve
the
deal -- you lose the deal --
that’s the deal's
whole purpose --
to combat dry rot.
Grease the walls of your
room --
it’ll attract Deal
Slugs -- harbingers of Flies to come.
The deal
soars on wings of nothingness,
thus those
who shout: “There it goes.” -- see it not.
Hint: The
deal shuns those who pretend;
the only
deal
is the REAL deal --
--
why do you think it’s called “the
deal"?!
The deal
was never done yesterday,
and will never be done tomorrow;
it’s not really possible
to say WHEN it is done.
By the time ANYONE says:
“Oh, look - it was just done” -- they’re way too late.
You can’t do-the-deal
if you’re angry,
and you can’t do-the-deal
if
you’re scared;
you can’t do-the-deal
if you’re right handed,
and you can’t do it if you’re
left,
and while you try to figure
out what this means,
the train leaves you on the
platform,
over & over again.
Wave
bye-bye,
there goes your reflection down the track again.”
Time, tide, and the
deal wait for no man.
The deal
never changes;
the deal
never moves,
the illusion of such
is caused by the motion of mind.
”Be still, McNeal,
to do-the-deal.”
You can’t discuss the
deal,
and you surely can’t debate
it;
as soon as an argumentative
word is said --
-- “The
Deal’s Off!”
Life in the street can be lived with zeal,
without confusing The Biz for The
Deal.
You can’t do-the-deal
while talking about yourself;
you can’t do-the-deal
while
talking about anyone else,
you can’t do-the-deal
while even thinking about yourself, and just based on these facts,
don't you begin to have just
a teensy little suspicion as to what the
deal IS?!
The liver
knows it’s not the thalamus,
and a menu
chef knows not to eat a cookbook.
The
deal is in you, and you are always in
its midst --
-- so why do you look else where?!
Put a fork in it,
and put yourself out of your
imaginary misery.
Mind IS the
deal -- and you are more than
mind --
…….what “more”? -- only the
deal knows.
J
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February
10, 2001.
For those with a real
interest in solving-the-case,
and getting the
understanding,
there is within these
stories, practical things to do;
while you may find them
entertaining,
there is more to them
than that…..if you’re interested.
THE LOOKOUT
One explorer had a lookout
who did his job with
great skill ---
except when they would rest;
then the lookout would
engage in introspection --
becoming a look IN
– looking in at himself;
an effort at which he
was alarmingly inept,
and more than that:
in spite of his supreme
alertness when
surveying conditions
and activities outside himself,
he seemed completely
unaware of those
inside himself, specifically:
his abject failure at
self analysis.
*
Wherever someone points -- look the other way
(“Someone” includes the thoughts in your own head).
Everyone’s head tries to look at itself -- don’t fight
it.
Dust can’t be eradicated --
only moved around.
THE
MECHANIC
One man had a mechanic
who did good work,
and was quite serious,
but when there was
nothing for him to do,
he clowned around
-- but something curious:
at those times, he
wasn’t aware of him acting the fool,
and considered himself
to be as serious as usual.
It seemed that when
he had no work to do,
he lost all conception of himself.
THE
PATIENT
There was once a doctor
who was involved in an
unusual situation;
he had a patient who
was never ill except when
the doctor was present,
(and it gets stranger
still):
the patient was never
aware he was ill, and in fact
did not even know that
he was being attended to
by a doctor
--
but the doctor was fully
aware of the situation
exactly as just described.
How could such a thing
go on?
(and must you be told
outright, WHERE it goes on?!)
THE COMPANY
There was once a company
whose specialization was Analysation,
an activity at which they excelled.
One day the C.E.O. decided
it would be beneficial for
the company to analyze
its own operations,
and directed the appropriate
people to start work thereon.
It became a ongoing activity,
but it turned out that
the company could not
analyze itself --
it also turned out that
no one in the company
ever realized this.
Thus all involved continued to work on the project
just as though
it was actually accomplishing something.
THE GREAT INEVITABLE
There is a Great
Inevitable under which all men live;
everyone is aware it
is there,
and most think it is
death -- but they wrong,
and they are wrong because
--
The Great Inevitable
WANTS
them to be wrong.
Discover for yourself
what The Great Inevitable is,
and why it skews men’s
conception of it,
and you have --
Made The Great Discovery --
AND,
rendered The Great
Inevitable -- IRRELEVANT!
*
Only ordinary people
with no interest in
the understanding
will think of themselves
as being either
right handed, or left
handed; either tall or short;
either deserving or condemnable.
Only the blind judge
their appearance,
only the deaf, their
singing talent,
and only the imbecilic
make note of their intelligence.
By virtue of individual
ants’ inner oblivion
does the colony think,
and by your confirming
your right handedness,
does your understanding
remain but
a blur of a cow face
in a faceless herd.
You cannot repeat what
your thoughts say that you are
without you be
prepared to remain as you are;
hippos do not realize
it, but every time one introduces himself as, “a hippo,
to be sure” -- he has re-sealed his
internment in hippo-dome.
(Of course you can try to dismiss this by saying how dumb
hippos are anyway,
but then you miss the
point.
A man on the search
for the understanding,
who continues to entertain
seriously
what is said about him
in his own head
continues to shoot himself
in the foot
even while insisting
that he wants to run.
There is no grosser example
of
self-supported misdirection
than
staying entangled in
this most common,
and unexceptional of
ordinary mortal affairs.
Only
the lost will say that they are lost or not,
and
by so saying, insure their continued lostness.
If you really want to
find the way -- don’t be an idiot –
just -- shut
up!
….and leave it at that.
J
p.s. The solution of
the case is this: the Investigator cannot see the suspect……much
less talk to him….
in fact --
he can’t even think about him.
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