AND YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS THE END OF IT!
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In the beginning: if you don’t know what 
you’re talking about  --  you stay quiet;
if you don’t know what you’re talking about, 
and you move to the city --  you start to quote others;
after you’ve been in the city a while, 
and still don’t know what you’re talking about --  
you begin to speak in metaphors;
if you get tired of the city, and leave --
you start being quiet again.
       “What the hell kind of progress is that?!  --
        -- to end up where you started?!?
        No wonder you mystics are considered nuts!”
 
 

                                        
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One man kept saying he was sick of it 
until he got sick of it; 
but you need to push on ‘til you get sick of 
being sick of it.........which eventually makes you well.
 
 

                       
                      *
 
 

There was once a people who condemned pretense;
they lived next door to a people who were nothing but the very thin surface that everyone appears to be.
These people had no word for pretense --
do you understand why?…..if so, 
why isn’t your head split open, 
and all questions spilt on your shoes?! 
 
 
 
 

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There are two kinds of humor:
that which is funny because of its criticism,
and that which is funny because it is how-things-are.
The creatures on one world are soooo dense that they think criticism can be synonymous with how-things-are.

One man used to talk to himself --
--  ‘til he realized what a dunce he was talking to.
(Oh yeah, that was right when he realized that 
it hadn’t been him he’d been talking to all that time.)

On one ocean liner the passengers are sooo dumb that  they believe they’re the crew.
 
 
 
 

              
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You can listen to the radio, or try to turn it off.
You can imagine that you did, or face the truth.
As the radio continues to play, 
you can continue to complain about it, or not.
If you continue to complain  --   it’ll play forever.
On one caravan, the floggers are so disoriented that 
they believe justice is either present, or not.

Mind knows the truth, 
and mind knows the truth about itself  --
--  but cannot admit it   --
since doing so would be suicidal.

Here it is: If a mirror could talk -- 
what could it tell you about itself?  
Oh, it could tell you much about 
what has been reflected in it  -- 
but what could it tell you about itself?
 

                      There is a place that 
                   only exists when 
                   something is placed there.
 
 

And one man said: “I am fed up with not understanding this!”
He later said:  “I am still fed up with not understanding this.”
After that he said: “Just whose damn fault is it anyway
that I am not understanding this?”
         One man finally took an axe to his head,
          and his  wife to bed  --   not the mistress.
 

Another guy contacted everyone he’d ever done business with and declared: “You over charged me!’
and they all just made silly noises back at him --
....…sort of like a cuckoo sounds right when he awakens.
 
 

                     
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There was a man who had an imaginary thing --
which he eventually forgot was imaginary.  
He came to dislike having the thing, 
but since he’d forgotten that it was unreal 
he found fault with its apparent qualities 
rather than denouncing the effect its spurious existence was having on his life, 
…or just ignoring the whole thing…
    ….(inasmuch as it didn’t actually exist and all).
 

On one planet, that which is possible is possible,
and clearly that which is not --  is not.
Some creatures fled that world and landed on another,
bringing with them,
half of how things were back home.
 

                    A blind man cannot be made to see,
          but he can discover how to peer over his shades.
 
 
 
 

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Two more methods: The “It’s just me” method 
whereby when the mind starts to drift off into meaningless thoughts --  you suddenly announce: 
“It’s just me! Nothing’s going on here except ME,”
(rather than denying & denouncing what is going on). 
The other is an alternate approach whereby 
no matter what mind is saying -- YOU say: 
“The HELL you say! ”  
 
 

      Rejection of the absurd is the penny pinching;
   the death of rejection --  the supreme cost saving.
 
 
 
 

                                       **3x 4