REGARDING: PLACES & THINGS; 
               GOODS & SERVICES.
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There is a banquet table laid out, and all men hunger;
few avail themselves of this particular feast;
it feeds not the body directly, 
nor does it add weight to the mind;
it rather satisfies a need, obscure in humans;
’tis a food that counteracts the bilious affects of
dreams in general, 
and the acrid aftertaste of complaints in particular.
Many have eyes for the morsels -- 
but few have the stomach;
numerous be those who fantasize their consumption,
but scarce be those with pockets to match the bill,
but in that the fare is not tangible,
their intangible dreams thereof suffice. 

He who eats from this table never gains weight;
the quality of its nourishment is such that
the more you partake thereof,  the less bulky you become.

           Is it any wonder that the price required 
                    is so knotty to calculate?!
 
 
 
 
 

              *
 
 
 
 
 
 

There is a place where everyone wants to go;
most men are simply aware that they want to be somewhere other than where they are;
only a few sense that the feeling has a 
specific destination,
but when they attempt to go there,
they discover that no such place is shown on 
terrestrial maps;
they then turn to metaphysical ones which purport to offer the desired directions --  but they do not;
they certainly say they do,
and to the inexperienced eye, appear to -- but they do not,
for anywhere that anyone says the destination is -- 
 --  it isn’t.
       …(Some weird place, huh?!)

So then, how can it ever be located?   Simple:
first: ignore anything that anyone has ever said about 
where it is, 
then with all of that out of the way,
press forward strictly on your own --  with determination
based on the certainty that others before you 
have found it, and it has not been moved since then --
--  it can’t be --  it’s in you.

                          Some strange journey, huh?! -- 
                 one where the destination is in the traveler.
 
 
 
 
 

                                       *
 
 
 
 

There is a certain wealth accessible to man,
but one so unconventional as to resemble poverty;
its possession diminishes a man’s holdings rather than
increasing them.
Everyone arrives here rich, and most spend the
rest of their life attempting to become more so;
a few, (however), are born with a propensity to get sidetracked from the rest;
they smell a wealth that is not traded in the marketplace;
it is a commodity whose value is in 
making its possessor poor.

...(Poor people!  What a curious treasure!)

Obtaining this wealth strips a man of all 
ordinary mentation;
he is beyond being merely naked --
he is so inwardly destitute as to be invisible;
he is like a mentally homeless person in the midst of 
a bustling city 
who is not even noticed by the rest of the people, 
mentally immersed in their busy, commercial affairs. 
He ultimately is such a figure 
in the metropolis of his own mind;
poverty stricken through his own efforts;
lacking in the routine mental currency 
in use all around him.
Nothing there he can buy any more;
nothing there he desires any more;
once rendered poor by the acquisition of the 
special wealth,
he simply forgets to think about 
imaginary possessions.
..(Pst!  all mental possessions are, you know,
the “i” word.)
 
 
 
 
 
 

                                       *

Everyone believes they need help,
not just to physically survive --  but to inwardly thrive;
their mind hungers for nourishment --  AND,
assistance in locating it.
Most men live their inner lives as children,
taking in whatever another’s hand offers in a spoon.
From a flesh-&-bone view,
not only do ordinary minds live on pablum,
but on a strictly imaginary form at that  --  BUT,
reflections require nothing more than 
additional reflections to survive.
The reason that searchers cannot find the 
mystical city of Atlantis is because all such locations are constructed of intangible building materials.
The only remnants of dreams are dreams --
hence their annoying recollection when awake.

The special help needed by the few is not available --
--  that is its unique value --  you can’t GET it!
Just trying to get it from someone else assures that you will forever be in need:
you can’t GET it,
you can’t get it,
you can’t get. 
               GOD!   what a relief! 
 
 
 

                       *
 
 
 
 
 
 

There are men who continually look,
and what they attempt to see is their self;
but this looking never leads anywhere,
for their self cannot see its self.
There are men who sleep and thrash;
they dream of awakening from the fitful sleep,
but they never do;
they mistakenly struggle in their mind to
overcome the thrashing while never directly 
peeking under the covers to discover its cause.
 

There is a thing that constantly points,
and it attempts to point at itself;
this thing that constantly points,
never points to itself --  it can’t.
Mind is the source of all dreams;
body, the subject of all nightmares.
Mind is author of all behavior that 
body would never have thought of.

So why make it suffer more grief than it might have, 
strictly on its own?!

            ….there is no reason – no reason at all.
 
 
 

        There is a thing that constantly points to the secret,
       but few have the eyes/I’s to look in the right direction.
 

                                       J