March
4, 2001.
THE
HILD WARES OF MARCH HOP ON
The miracles of life are:
the hungry eat; the tired rest,
and men think --
-- and have no interest
in the nature of thinking.
…(the
TRUE miracle is that a few do.)
WHAT? (YOU MIGHT
WELL ASK),
IS GOING ON?
The brain creates an “I”
in man’s consciousness,
then proceeds to treat it like a suspect in a crime.
…(few men do.)
HOW TIME SPENDS ITS TIME
A
man with a routine memory died last month, and
just
doesn’t realize it.
A
man with plans will be dying later today…
…and
again tomorrow…and the day after that…
HOW YOU COULD SPEND YOURS
If it were somehow firmly determined
that
Enlightenment
was not possible,
the struggle to BE so
would still be worthwhile --
........ perhaps even superior.
IF NOT ACTUALLY FAVORED --
-- THEN WHAT?
Re mind’s relationship to consciousness:
With family & one’s own
kind, all creatures,
(even vermin), are tolerated.
What sort of D.A. treats his
own brother as an
unindicted conspirator in some
unspecified plot?
Where do these creatures come
from
who feel that within themselves
they are in conflict with themselves?
They seem to see, hear and think,
but did their place of origin
somehow render them
blind, deaf, and uninterested
in instances of
the three dimensionally improbable
being unquestioningly accepted
as the norm?
A
creature in conflict with itself
is
a creature escaped from mythology.
Ask
yourself: “Am I merely a myth?”
Zeuses
say, “No!” ---- the
knowledgeable simply smile.
THE ONE GREAT QUESTION
“What
is this?”
No inquiry a man can make of
himself surpasses this.
In comparison, all other questions are quackery.
(Consciousness lives in the land
with no name;
mind, in The Confusion
Capitol ofThe World.)
A man pondered:
“Is thought -- analog, and reality
-- digital,
or thought -- digital,
and reality – analogue?”
Ask yourself:
do you feel that your relationship
to life is continuous, or discreet?
An ordinary man cannot answer
this question,
and one-who-knows
can’t
hear it asked.
SPEAKING OF SPEECH
Language:
a load of locusts loosed on the land,
(an array of alliterations allowed
to attack an area).
Waste of staggering proportion
occurs while a man mistakes being entertained for being enlightened.
Conceptual brain
talks a good game,
but the wind is heard without words.
HOW SURPRISING
Ordinary
men know ordinary things;
an
extraordinary man knows an extraordinary thing;
the
extraordinary thing includes all the ordinary things,
but
they do not include it.
THE UNACCEPTABLE EXPENSE
At dear cost to you do you forget that
the opposite of every enlightening idea
is itself enlightening.
One of speech’s purposes is social;
ordinary herds get greased thereby;
certain strays don’t say much
-- they just wink & grin.
Remember the great waste in allowing
the mind to confuse its being entertained
with it being pointed to a way
out of confinement.
…(and, “Moo”
to
you too.)
J
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