May
21, 200l.
IF THE TOUR’S STILL ON SCHEDULE, THIS MUST BE LUXEMBURG,
IF NOT, IT LOOKS A LOT LIKE ALCATRAZ.
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Continued conversations with
prisoners will in no way
aid in your escape.
* * *
The fragile-acting & apprehensive believe that only they are
truly civilized.
Day be incorrect.
* * *
Curious: Ultimately, independent,
non-solemn minds often start out
even more serious than their
mundane peers.
“What happen’d
to me, Mario?
I could’a been a commonly recognized contender.
Where’d I go right?”
* * *
Everyone
begins their search for freedom
with
metaphors and symbols,
but
twenty years later
only
the threadbare are still trapped in language.
* * *
It is trickier to keep neurons
young & vigorous,
than it is to keep hormones
horny in a saltpeter mine.
* * *
Ignorance wants for much;
a little understanding --
everything.
"You were better off when
you had no idea
about what is going on”
said something in the same room
with him;
“Yeah
-- well it’s just like you to
say something
like that,”
he replied
to the something.
You’ve got to know who your
friends are, (better yet):
in any situation you need to
know which part of your nervous system you are talking to.
* * *
No one understands how dumb a
man is but himself;
others may speculate regarding
quantity,
but they never quite grasp the
quality.
Reason:
only a man’s own foot (brain) has the true perspective of his toes (brain)
-- and even then it chokes & gags,
and makes comments it knows are not error free.
(Maybe that is why some say
a man’s mind IS his best friend.)
* * *
All
of life is a metaphor -- except the
being alive part.
* * *
How
Conventional Wisdom Leads The Few Askew:
Forget the idea that says:
“Things are not as they seem”
--
everything is always EXACTLY
as it seems,
(including, [if you like],
you saying that things are not
as they seem.)
* * *
To be in prison, and clutching
an ideology, is to be doubly confined.
A rat in a maze with elections
on his mind has more trouble than
the lab originally had planned
for him.
Leave idiocy to those who obviously
enjoy idiocy;
(they should even thank you
later since that’ll mean
more to go around for them.)
A warrior who is successful
always refers to adequate maps & plans before choosing his battle;
a would be escapee with a relatively
neat upper bunk will
rely only on those ideas that
normally pass thru his head
which are to his personal,
mental advantage, (in other woirds) –
-- rely on none of them.
“It’s really relieving
to finally realize your cellmate’s true identity.
Hey Bubba! --
it’s me! Don’t you recognize me?”
Friction
Stranger Than Fact: On one planet there is a widespread
echo canyon in which the reflected
sounds conceive of themselves
as their own source.
“Hey mind!
-- don’t you recognize me?
We share the same lack of parentage?!”
Convicts say that it is a wise
child who knows his own father,
while those who’ve fled the
neural work camp discovered that
no idea has
a father.
What so commonly disorients
would-be escapees,
and keeps them from seeing what is going on
is the fact that some ideas do have a solid ancestry:
those ideas from men’s minds
that deal directly with physical
matters in the world outside
the mind.
The idea that first conceived
of laying out some sort of bridge
across a dangerous river --
had a father:
the survival related need for
men of that time & place
to safely cross that water --
however:
the original idea for
having gods to worship
had not in quality, a similar
ancestry;
mental
fear of the unknown & uncontrollable is not the same
as that experienced by the body
when confronted with
the prospect of fording a raging
river.
Without question, everything
that man does can be
ultimately seen as arising from
life’s need to survive,
but some needs are direct, and
others not so,
and all that are not so are
always ideas about things that
no one can produce and sit on
a table for inspection;
they are ideas that alone constitute
the walls of the inner prison
which so annoy the few -- so:
they are ideas that are of indisputable
usefulness to life,
and humanity-the-collective,
but ideas that merely bamboozle
a few individuals here & there
whose inborn neural schematics
are such that these ideas continually verge on the short-circuiting, (or
at least, the extremely irritating),
in that these people clearly
sense that something phony-baloney
is going on in them and everyone
else,
but no one else seems to notice
it,
thus there is no one readily
available to talk to about it.
The prisoner who learns the way
to,
“suffer the non-physical in
useful silence”
will finally have his eyes pop
open
and have such suffering cease
altogether.
Everyone
begins their search for freedom
with
metaphors and symbols,
but twenty years later,
only
the hopeless are still trapped in thought & language.
J
A boy asked his father: "If
as you say, thinking about other people's ideas is not real thinking,
then how would you describe
real thinking? "
"That is its beauty -- it cannot be described,
for as soon as it is, it becomes an ordinary idea about which you would
think --
-- which we have just established is not real thinking."
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