In the preceding days we have had: 
            “Facts,”  “Anti Facts,"  and, “Fanti Acts;” 
                        now  it's time for  --  THIS!
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Everyone is born with an empty box,
and it is your responsibility to fill it.
No one is satisfied with what their box gets filled with -- but --  they quickly get over it.

A select few do not, and in fact 
get so gawdamighty all riled up about it
that some of them eventually even see-thru-the-box
(Not like in visually looking thru the box itself, 
but, "see thru" in the sense of getting WISE TO
the, there's-not-actually-anything-in-here nature of the box.)
 

Version Dos: 
Everyone is born with an apparently empty box,
and it is your responsibility to fill it,
and once it is, (or you reach your 16th birthday, 
whichever comes first),
you discover that you are not satisfied with the situation, and if you are ordinary  -- 
you blame it on the quality of what fills your box.

If you have been chosen for The Grand Experiment
you will move on past that normally terminal stage of dissatisfaction, and perhaps ultimately realize that what seems to you to be the contents in your box is not 
what is actually troubling you  --  No, No! --
                             --  it is not the contents.

                            (“Nice to know, huh?!
               ...and, oh yeah, it’s not the box either.

                   Hey, when you look at it that way --
                               what’s not to like?!")
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

On the first day of his special  week,
a man must talk to start the process of
un-confusing himself;
on Tuesday he begins talking to others specifically about
finding someone who can teach him to become, 
un-confused; 
on Wednesday he talks about all of his confusion with
whoever he has selected to instruct him;
on Thursday he tells his teacher that he is not becoming less confused,
and on Friday they are  both talking --
arguing over whose fault it is that he is still not 
un-confused,
and by Saturday the man is talking to himself about giving up the struggle altogether, and just staying confused like everyone else -- but then on Sunday -- 
the privileged & persistant few
                           finally catch-on  -- and, 
                      shut the mystical-hell up.
 

                         Six days of blabber & contemplation,
                        a sudden moment of silence & liberation.

         (“Looking back on it now I see that I always 
              actually understood what was going on -- 
              --  it was just my explanations that threw me.”)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

On one world was a thing that could describe things --
and anything it described it described accurately – 
          --  anything that is   --  but  itself.
 
 
 
 
 
 

People who want to wake up don’t really want  much --
                           --  just the impossible.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Don’t keep looking at what you believe you understand  --
your non-understanding is the real teacher,
it is in fact, the key to everything.
Ask yourself how it is possible to 
not understand something in a realm that is 
entirely make believe to begin with.
You were not born, “not understanding” the 
meaning of things;  such as,"life," or, “who you are,” 
(and all the rest):
you had to learn this, “not understanding.”

              Does that make any sense to you?
 

(“Thank god for my stupidity, or I’d a been born awake -- 
             -- then what would I’ave done for fun?”)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Quiz: Other than the fact that they are human:
how can you tell for sure that 
someone doesn’t know what-is-going-on?
A: They are too serious.
Q: How else?
A: They are too frivolous.
Q: How else?
A: They say they know the score in life.
Q: How else?
A: They do not like some of the scores they perceive.
Q: How else?
A: They claim that some of the games are rigged.
Q: How else?
A: They do not know who rigged them, or how it is done.
 

Other than for the fact that you are human --
      why do you not understand the game?
 
 

Although there are reasonable excuses for everything,
there is none for you not knowing where 
all excuses come from  -- 
             --  from no where!  --  that’s where.
They have no parents; they have no birth place;
               the vacummous need for excuses 
                 brought about their appearance.

  (“Can you say: ‘Where did this empty box come from,
     and what is the meaning of me having it?”)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Two main courses of action are responsible for 
confusing humans:
one is: trying to figure things out,
and the other is: not trying to figure them out.

There was a man who had a horse he rode,
and no matter where he told the horse to go --
--  it would go wherever it pleased --   and, 
 the man never seemed to notice.

It’s hard to believe, 
but he sure acted like he didn’t notice;
wherever the steed took him -- once there  --
he’d do a jam-up job of pretending that was where he wanted to go all along.

A small, obscure splinter band of horse fanciers
took on the solitary task of studying the steed --
no one ever had before --

          …..they never published the results of their study.
 

Elvira’s Soliloquy For All Mankind:
”I daily give thanks  for 
the many disturbing things of which I remain unaware.
…(Well --  I feel sure that they would be disturbing….
                  …if I knew about them.   Humph!”) 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

In a universe that is shaped funny,
you can run as hard as you can in one direction --  and,
it won’t do you any good  --  but then
you can turn around and run as hard as you can in the other direction, and make yourself think that it 
did do some good.
Moral: Never trust what you think --
…if you live in a universe that’s shaped funny.
 

There was a strange looking dog --
who explained that his configuration was due to the 
box, I mean, dog house in which he was forced to live.
Ask yourself: since there is no one in your yard but the dog --             --  who forces him to live there?
 
 

Fact: Everyone loves stories;
fact: but no one likes them to have, “Morals;” 
fact: which is why they don’t  -- 
        -- disabled listeners just IMAGINE they do.
 

A part-time, “deep-thinker” asked a mortician
as they surveyed the fields of his labor:
”So --  what’s the point of it all?”
    “On average, about 6K a pop.”
 

Moral: 
It’s cheaper to die now...........while you can still afford it.

Fact: All those who have caught-on
                                           are now
                                      LONG GONE.
 
 
 
 

                    …(“What are YOU waiting on?!”)
 

                                             JJ