Everything man has accomplished has been through - 
--  combining;
the progress of man is based on a special kind of 
chemical working;
his uniqueness is not in his opposing thumb; 
his tool making, or even his cerebral cortex, 
but in his use of them in -- combining.

Same as other animals, 
man cannot create new matter, 
but unlike them he does not simply take the matter extant -- as he finds it --
he puts it together in new combinations that 
produce results not otherwise available.
Did not man continually do this --
life as now lived would not be possible.
 
  Man: Thy most distinctive name be -- Combiner.
 
 
 
 

Through chemistry, different physical things can be put together --  and they will hold,
but what mind puts together --
being composed of naught but words & concepts --
will not hold, 
but will come apart as easily as it was put together, 
(Some random examples of this verbal/conceptual, combining-&-re-combining: 
“There is life after death”  --   followed by:
”There is no life after death,”  or: 
“I have decided to love my enemies” --   countered by:  “Screw my enemies.”  or: 
”Beliefs different from mine have their own honor” ---
reconstructed as:
“Beliefs different from mine are insane.”
 
          Words puteth together & soothe;
             words teareth apart & disrupt.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Man’s combining of things both physical, 
and non-physical, benefits the herd,
but for the solitary figure longing to break free of the sluggish mob mentation,
not recognizing the chemistry involved in all ideas which do not have a material counterpart
is anything but beneficial.

Plastic, upon which much of comfortable, 
contemporary life depends, 
is an artificial material concocted by man through 
the combining of materials naturally found,
(so far, so good, even for the would-be escapee),
but once men have overcome the need to 
constantly see to mere survival,
their thoughts take up the concocting of things artificial that are not material in nature  --
and which themselves are produced by 
the combining of substances -- non substantial.
 

It makes no real difference to anyone if someone denounces plastics as being, “Unnatural! Artificial, 
even  --  ‘Plastic’!” --
people continue to use them, 
(even those who denounce them),
but people do pretend to really care if someone
denounces the idea of god, harvard, or jewishness 
in a similar fashion.
No one is upset if accused of being partially composed of iron, but will express outrage if imputed to be harboring unpopular opinions.
It matters to no one how other humans may be combining the physical elements of this planet,
(unless of course the guy on the floor below is 
mixing up homemade bombs), 
for generally, all profit from such,
but when men begin to stir up & combine the mental elements, (words), of their mind --  there is hell to pay.
 
        Men fear ghosts more than the sword.
 
 
 
 
 

Now -- 
back as always to the confines of your own head.
How you combine, or think of combining the physical materials you find on this planet
is of no relevance to our instant interest,
but the combining of mentally-made-up-materials
going on continually in your head 
is at the very core of our concern.
Every idea ever uttered by any man who ever breathed
was a compound of sounds that will not hold together;
as easily as a man can say that 
2 is a rational number --  he can say that it is not,
and only those who never catch on to the joke
believe that the distinction is significant.
The most disorienting mental combining is in the putting together of the word, “my” with any other;
by so doing are your thoughts able to pass themselves off as a person, and then this non existent, mind-person 
is made capable of pretending that it possesses stuff…
...stuff that is likewise  -- non existent.

        If you’re able to believe in Santa Claus 
     then you’re capable of comprehending what 
                     he thinks about at Xmas .
 
 

  
Do not bother to say that you are “asleep” -- 
say that you are Santa Claus --   it is the same thing.
 

No thought ever automatically passes through the consciously aware area of your brain that is not a compound of non existent materials:
a prior combining of imaginary elements,
that have no lasting attraction to one another,
and will disintegrate just as easily and quickly
as you can say: “But I do not agree…”
 

  Plastics are permanent  --  thoughts, throw-a-ways.