Any repairman will tell you that the key to success in fixing things is --  the right tool.

Fact: to fix what the few are always working on – 
--  there is no right tool.

Fact: you can’t let that stop you since 
there ain’t nothing broke to begin with.
…(Just mind’s naturally skewed vision of certain things.)

All normal members of human society 
consider themselves to be --  repairmen,
and believe sincerely that part of their reason for 
being here is to fix things that are broken,
and certainly no ordinary, sane person would deny that much in earthly life is in need of remedial attention;
from the onset of recorded history, 
such has always been the standard view,
and contrarily, if anyone would claim that everything in life is “perfect” as is, they would be considered deranged.
 

The more civilized, social, and oriented by 
the younger areas of the brain a person be,
the deeper is the feeling of many things in life 
being broken, and the greater do they feel driven to 
make needed repairs,
(or at  least, sound the constant call for same).
 

The younger eyes/I’s in the talking part of man’s brain
are the source of this view of life, and their concern for
the disreputable conditions they perceive all around them
are the fountainhead of all human progress,
which in specific point of fact is technological progress,
(in that no such creature as progress exists in the arts –
--  only in the sciences;
new schools of painting do not improve man’s health --  
--  new developments in medicine do.)
The mind’s inborn perspective of many things being in need of fixing is also the engine behind charity, 
the doctrines of religions, 
and the continuing interest that a few men have in  shifting the primary observation post in their brain,
from where it naturally stands,  to  --  some place else.
(Waking Up; becoming Enlightened; being Liberated).
 

These people, (if they ever get off the starting blocks),
quickly go beyond an active interest in the things outside themselves that appear to be in need of fixing,
and their attention becomes narrowed to just themselves.
In spite of the routine pressures that life applies to everyone’s head, they do not try to save the world --
--  only themselves, and only the mental part thereof.
They attempt to fix their consciousness,
their state-of-mind,
their mental view of life --  all of which equates to --
--  their understanding of life.
If they do not early on, fall over into a comfy ditch,
they have an unquestionable sense that what they want to fix is not the problem of them eventually dying, 
or that before then they will be subject to the ills, 
and passions associated with their genetic temperament, 
(and also to the laws of gravity, weather, 
and other various cosmic constants.)
The keen-eyed few’s focus becomes exclusively on themselves  --  which is what must occur  --
but few of the few ever press on down the road to the place of questioning the original motivation for their 
attempted journey --  which was that:
something in them needed fixing. 
This feeling is so much an integral part of the talking, conscious operations of man’s brain,
and its self evidency seems so blatantly obvious 
that scarce indeed be those who ever even think about looking into the matter, (as noted:
only the insane would even consider the possibility that things about man do not need fixing.)
Thus it be in the range of, Improbable to, Unlikely
that any person neurally equipped to do so ever
investigates this question to the point of 
actually unwrapping it --
and to do so is what the few are unknowingly after;
in spite of what gets said in their head,
what drives them is not the desire to fix themselves,
but to come to what is behind this desire.
 
 
 

Any repairman will tell you that the key to fixing things is -- the right tool,
but the fact is that to fix what the few believe they are working on --  there is no right tool  --
...which doesn’t really matter -- 
    ...since nothing is really broken,
but the fact that even over rides that one is that
you cannot let this interfere with your investigation 
until you suddenly come to recognize for yourself,
exactly how things are around here.
 
 

                  The only thing that needs fixing, 
               (in the few --  if that is you), is your
                           mind’s eye’s sight.
 
 

                                         J