...AND ANOTHER THING:
                                ______________
 
 
 
 
 
 

Without some things being hidden --  
there can be no enlightenment.
Question: Exactly what things are hidden?
The reality of life could not be more out-in-the-open,
and in-your-face.
                  “Fuzzy Wuzzy wuz a bare,
                   but wouldn’t put his focus there.”
                       Where?
                  “Bare --  you two eyed/I'd cyclops!”
 

The True Nu Math: Duality into reality, won't go.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The reason the practice of medicine is such a failure
is because it tries to cure already extant ills 
by methods that will have results later today...
...or maybe tomorrow.
You cannot ride incorporeal buses with only 
one leg on board,
and you will never figure out why not 
while pretending to overlook the fact that 
no bus is there for anyone to ride anyway.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Part of the general temperament of homo sapiens 
is to be social;
with an in born desire to have other people like you.
Those who secretly skin-the-pack &  see-its-sinews,
must, by nature be, 
less dependent on the herd’s feedback 
for an acceptable sense of themselves.
It is a form of inner-hermitage:  
one that does none any harm --  but,
greatly benefits a few.
 

The routine thoughts always available, 
and continually being force-fed to your head
are above all  --  social.
Thoughts attract thoughts;
thoughts begat thoughts;
floating unseen above man’s head,
man’s collective thoughts do the endless, horizontal bop,
and what shows up in your mind 
is your individual part of its 
on-going, impersonal climax.

To be free you must get free;
you must see for yourself that 
what you want to think of as being your 
purely personal & individual ideas 
are but randomly collected broncos, 
temporary corralled in your yard.

                    The ordinary --  reap the wind;
                         the privileged -- RIDE it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The main room in which all men live is 
16 billion kochexs old;
the private one in which you personally reside is 60.
Fact: one is larger than the other.
Quiz: guess which. 
Hint:  this could be really important.

Everyone’s quarters are too cramped;
most men do not hold this view,
since to most people:  The closer together --  the better.
Those-to-great-wealth-born
do not share this sentiment;
contraire --  they feel the vital exuberance,
and potential vastness of their mind being stifled by 
the closeness & incestuous familiarity of 
mankind’s incessant, mental family reunion.

Mental pollution is the coin-of-the-realm of ordinary minds,
but the privileged few insist on breathing fresh air. 
                 
                (Hint: you have to bring your own.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

You can kill stupidity, (yours only), 
from either end  --   but --
one way is messier than the other.

You can try to drive cuckoos from your yard --  or --
just get rid of their noise.
.....(One way is more dead-on than the other.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saying whatever comes to mind will get you thru life --
-- but it won’t get you thru this.
To hear your way clear thru to the bottom requires that 
you simply: say whatever comes to mind --  but --
you have be sure that it is your mind.
(The way to tell is that when it is yours,  
there is no hesitation, and never any regrets. 
[Understanding = insouciance --
…..if you’re free…..and french.])

      Unless you have truly tasted independence --
            --  you have not tasted awakening.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The brain is a blender;
producing its own electricity, 
and furnishing its own fruit for smoothies.

               He who drinks only home brew --
               gets not the vitamins to see the thing thru.
 
 

”What we need is an outside-consultant.”
    No, what you need is an, “outside;”
    one you can’t distinguish from your insides;
    a fresh view to free you from the mental-cell-of-2-locks.
As long as your mind sees an, in-here 
that is separate from an, out-there
you will be forlornly trapped in the in-here,
which, (sad-upon-sad), isn’t even real to begin with.
  
“Ah, just think about it, Dorkus --
  a prisoner of no one’s --   yet  --   captured all the same.
   
  What a game  --   what a jock-splitting game, my dear.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

One of the most famous of the non existent 
mystical schools of the remote mountains of Keyahka
requires for admission, either: 
irrefutable proof of your seriousness  --  or -- 
reasonable evidence of your death. 

(P.s. there is a why to why all of the really neat
              ENLIGHTENED ONES 
         are already dead before you get here.
           
        Guess why.   Go ahead  --  take a guess.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Those who understand what is going on
have no understanding of,“understanding.”
   You can’t!  --  
   not and understand what is going on.

                  
   Welcome to the locker room of 
       impenetrable supporters.
 

                                              J