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© 2001: Jan Cox
March 24, 2001.
 
 
 

        HAS THAT VOID BEEN SPOKEN FOR?
                                 ___________ 
 
 

There is a thing that men want to see –
they do not realize that it is in fact, sight,
that they want to see  --   so:
they have a small problem.
 

Men suffer from an illness that cannot be cured – 
and can only be cured by its correct diagnosis –
which almost everyone is too ill to do.
 

There is a knowledge that men wish to have –
which only exists in their own mind – 
and no one ever thinks to look there –
thus it has acquired the title, “Secret knowledge” 
…funny, huh?!
 

There is a place that men dream of visiting – 
which is where they are now –
but few ever notice that –
thus there remains: “A place that men dream of visiting.”
 

The thing that men seek is SO-O-O large that it is rare for anyone to ever see it -- 
it is, (after all), bigger than anyone’s eyes/I’s, 
(don’t you see).
 

A shark once gained enlightenment, 
and just before disappearing, 
mumbled these three syllables: 
“H  - 2 - O”.
 

In the land-of-man you can beat a wild horse 
‘til you break every whip you have –
and it will still remain a wild horse.
In the land-of-man the way to go about changing 
the nature of things is to change your refusal to 
face their nature –
which comes from not facing your own.
 

In the land where none sleep save when weary,
all creatures are simply themselves.
In the land where there is one who 
does doze while upright,
all creatures are still just themselves -- 
except as is contradicted in dreams.
The pink-eyed see everyone in red – 
though their actual colors are varied.
The pink-eyed never run across a creature with pink eyes 
…weird, huh?!
 

A slick conspiracy would, (surreptitiously), promote publicly the idea of a conspiracy: the city hip would dismiss it,
(after all: if just anyone can know about it -- 
how hip can it be?!), 
and the low-rent-dense would eat it up, 
believing that they had caught on to the scam
thru their own wit, 
and the outcome would be that no one would then give any attention to the operation of the real conspiracy; 
thus everyone wins……......especially the conspiracy.
 
 

True power is always behind the scenes: 
only puppets are ever visible.
 
 

There is a thing that is not there that moves --
and everywhere it goes, it casts shadows in front of itself, and only goes where it sees shadows.
 
 

There is a thing that is not here --
thus it has no height, no width; no beginning, no end;
takes up no space, and yet --
it holds the tallest structures in its hand,
gives birth to, and slays all in its sight,
and contains everything ever known to man.
 
 

The thing is curious about itself --
it attempts to scrutinize itself –
but being that it is not here --  what is there to scrutinize?
But does that stop it from trying?   No.
And you might wonder how it could be so dumb as to try to study something, (itself), that is not there --  simple:
it seems to it that it IS studying itself,
and it cannot be readily made to see otherwise --  and,
(believe it or not), this apparent flaw is in fact 
one of its great strengths.
 

Can you believe it?! --  here we are talking about the "strengths" of a thing that is not even here...or there,
yeah, but it’s everywhere -- EVERYWHERE!
See?…don’t you get it?!…
that’s how it gets by with all of this --  it’s everywhere! --  it’s everything: 
everything known about the thing --  to the thing.
 
 
 
 

           A conspiracy can never be seen 
when it is the conspiracy that is providing sight.
 
 
 

When a voice says: “Look at this and it will enlighten you” 
--  don’t look,
and when you hear: “Study this, and you will awaken” --
--  don’t look,
and if you listen when your own mind says: 
“I am catching on to how things really are” -- 
be advised that you are being snookered by a conspiracy and one that your mind will never find out --
for it is mind’s own conspiracy.
 
 

Don’t expect to ever solve a problem that has no 
fixed location, or permanent address.
 
 
 

        There is a type of reading glasses that are only operable 
                                as long as they are not seen.
 
 

To “wake up” to unadorned reality is to finally 
open your eyes on your own;
to, (in essence), 
suddenly create your own individual mind,
one that is not tied to mankind’s collective mind.

You become free from a problem that is not there --
an annoyance that is only present when your own 
YOU is totally lost in the depths of a thing that 
is not there.
…neat, huh?!
 

                                        J’s happy St. Q’s.