EVERY DAY IS JUST LIKE THE REST -- 
                UNLESS YOUR NAME IS TUESDAY, 
                     AND THIS IS THE WEEKEND........
               ........THEN YOU MAY HAVE A CHANCE.
                                      _________
 
 
 
 

On one world, all creatures are born with a compass;
in one species the compass ultimately begins to speak; 
this group reigns supreme,
they not only know-where-to-go,
but can talk about how they know --  as they go.
An interesting aspect of this is that they are incorrect
in what they say -- 
yet this has no detrimental effect -- 
indeed, it appears to play a major role in their
astounding success. 
(Can you spell: “I don’t understand that at all.”?)
In one galaxy, unruly words are forced to 
eat one another, 
and according to their Postmaster, 
the verbal population will soon be wiped out entirely.
(Can you spell: “How do I get there?”?)
In one land, vehicles with the potential to run
will not do so without fuel,
but certain of them are so specialized that
they must produce their own.
(Actually it’s more like, “make up their own”
…if you catch the drift.
And by the way, can you spell: 
“Help!  I am trapped in a blizzard,
and am white-blind, 
and thus cannot find my way out.”
and the always near by dog noted:
”The reason is that you keep focusing on the snow,
and not your sight.”
Without a skier finally realize this -- 
it is: “H.B.L.F.” time on the slopes:
”He Be Lost Forever.”)
 
 
 
 
 

One boy drew a coloring book, 
and the figures came to life;
the figures in fact took over his life.
One day his mother came in his room, and found only
the coloring book that the lad had drawn, and exclaimed: “Good heavens!   My little boy is -- all grown up!”
Only on John Phillip Sousa planets 
is almost anything that might happen to you considered to be a sign of maturity.
Meanwhile: over in the Snicker’s section;
only those still innately confused about conditions
will proclaim themselves as “knowledgeable;”
shall we all sing: “ ’Tis a sad, sad place – where,
                                 only the silent 
                                 seem not stupid.”
And one caring father told a son:
”When you’re in your room --  always be quiet.”
and the boy puzzled to himself:
”But if I do --  then how will I know I am there?!?”
The herd’s design is based on perpetual questions;
cows who escape leave nothing behind save 
cheshire grins of answers.
(P.s. no one actually draws their own coloring book,
and no one knows who does --  and
only idiots, [sorry], normal folks pretend they do.)
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
      The thing about seeing the thing is that 
       the thing you use to look for it 
       directly interferes with your seeing it.
 
 
 
 
 
 

One man says: "I've decided that worse than fiction is --   reference books --
'cause when you use them you believe you 
actually learned something."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

What happens to you in life has nothing to do with the way you 
feel about life --         
                --   the way you feel does.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

In the operational description that drives all explorers: 
“I am studying my mind.”
the key word is not, “mind” , but, “my.”
…(well, that’s how it is ultimately;
how quickly you arrive at that understanding 
would appear to be up to you.)
 
 
 
 
 
 

Believing that there have been people who were superhuman, or who had superhuman abilities,
(such as living without eating; going without sleep,
holding their breath for days, reviving the dead, 
and so on), has kept more children asleep than all the world’s lullabies. 
It is not superhuman, but strictly human 
to wake up to what is going on in human life;
what could be more human.
(If you insist on a separate category then think of those who do not realize what is going on as being sub human --
[and don’t forget to include yourself where appropriate].)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The herd always thinks that anything that’s wrong is caused by outside circumstances;
the herd never catches on to the fact that they ARE their circumstances.
Circumstances always think that anything that’s 
wrong is caused by the herd.
Every hundred years or so, an individual cow, 
(or circumstance), catches on. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

One man complained of always hearing a radio playing in another room;
he couldn’t ever seem to locate the room;
when he’d go searching for it -- and get close --
the radio would suddenly stop playing, and he would 
lose the only clue he had to finding the room.
He never could get the radio to stop playing  -- 
--  except when he went looking for it.
...(He never did get hip to what was happenin'.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

What you are has more effect on how you feel than does what you think. 
What you think merely reflects what you are. 
What you are does not know, “what it is” – 
only thinking knows that...
...and it has it wrong...
   ...it is thinking’s job to have it wrong.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Guy says: “The most hilarious words in all of human language are, ‘my mind’,”
and after rolling around on the ground for a while, 
completely overcome with laughter, 
he composed himself long enough to 
look up, and add:
”Actually, it is just the one word --  ‘my'”  --
and with that, he was back to his tumultuous 
                 tumblin'  &  a' chortlin'.