May
23, 2001.
IT CERTAINLY IS HOT IN HERE;
ARE YOU SURE IT’S JUST DUE TO
THE INVENTION OF THE FURNACE?
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To be civilized is to be in part
-- traumatized.
(The rich kid’s trick is in
knowing which part.)
* * *
There is only one true “miracle”:
an adult with a mind still alive.
* * *
An older mystic cautioned a younger
one:
”You can never write anything
truly accurate about the other state of mind since anytime you are writing
anything
you will be in your ordinary
state.”
“Always?”
asked the younger in a surprised voice.
”Well, except perhaps for Thursdays.”
Moral:
For every fool rule there is some fool who’ll believe it.
(No exceptions, and no returns
after thirty years.)
While common folk often say that
they only laugh to keep from crying,
one well seasoned mystic mentions
that he
only acts serious to keep from laughing.
* * *
If man’s ordinary mental condition
is an ill
it is the only one known which
is kept alive by its constant diagnosis.
(One guy calls his routine mental
state: “The ‘IT’ Monologues.”
...[and man calls his: "The
einsteinian reminiscence mechanism:
the prototype of the savant/idiot
-- alternating between
the intellectually astonishing,
and the useless."])
* * *
He who cannot be civil to his
uncivilized side
is not himself fully civilized.
Bears even disdain their own
nasty temperament,
but bears have no bach.
Even a convict can conduct himself
in such a way that he
sounds vaguely like the G-minor
Fugue.
And a well known angioplasterer
says:
“No
matter their social or economic background,
deep
down in their heart-of-sheetrock-hearts,
all
men hate the idea of having a balloon blown up inside their brain –
…I
mean like if space is not already at a premium in there
with
most people.”
The hung-over hate themselves
the next morning;
civilized folk must stretch
it further than that -- and
without even the excuse of alcohol.
”I say Boswell, just why
are
we so civilized?!”
“I believe Dear
Doctor, it is in the laziness of our hormones.”
Not necessarily a pretty
explanation of the matter --
but what you’d want from the
eighteenth century?!
Those who do not treat their
own uncivilized side civilly
are not themselves fully civilized,
nor
totally awake to reality.
* * *
All
The News You Need To Know About Everything Human:
Only
the
ugly
write
odes
to
beauty.
(Stick
this one under your mind’s nose,
and
demand to know what it has to say about it.
P.S. If you’re still dense enough
to imagine that there is a distinction between, “you,” and your “mind”
-- don’t bother.)
* * *
Just as for physical life on
this planet there must be both
oxygen, and carbon dioxide,
so too for the intellectual
there must be pro & con views of all ideas.
“Hey, how can you tell if
someone is smart?”
“They’ll tell you
they are.”
”Ah, no fair --
you looked at the answer.”
(Only the few avoid the dumpster & free ride to the land fill.)
* * *
More
Of All You Need To Know:
‘Tis those in fear of death,
who praise the joys of aging.
None but the poor
ever censures wealth.
(And now: The big one --
the closer):
Those who can’t do it,
brag ‘bout how they did it.
“Hey, how can you tell if
some knows The Secret?”
“No
fair -- I can’t cheat on this one!”
Only the rich & privileged
drive themselves to the dump.
.................…(AND
return alone! -- I might add!)
* * *
“And now contestants: What are
the most ridiculous words
ever spoken by man?”
“My
thoughts.”
”Correct. Now for the
bonus prize: name one of the three ways in which these words are the most
ridiculous?”
“I
can’t.”
”Correct again! And now for
the super duper grand prize:
tell me one of the two ways
in which your last answer was correct.”
“I
don’t know.”
”Right again! You win!
(God, you’re good at this!)”
* * *
A son asked his father: “If I
don’t know what’s going on by now --
when will I know?” and
the elder responded:
“How
old are you?”
“Thirty-eight,” the son replied.
“It
doesn’t matter how old you are!” stormed
the elder.
Everyone has relatives;
a prisoner has more than is
necessary.
* * *
A man who looks to the collective
for help
has a pretty minimal concept
of “help.”
“But where is a
concerned cow to turn?” you ask.
Oscar Myer announced a scheme,
to stop the way that cattle dream.
Well --
cows did run, and they did hide,
some considered suicide.
“Oscar! Oscar!” they did cry,
“If we don’t dream, we’ll surely die.”
“Nonsense, nonsense!" Oscar said --
-- ‘cause he was a liar.
…(not to mention having
a vested interest in the health of cattle.)
Oh yeah, you might keep an eye
out for Oscar,
he probably comes thru your
neighborhood,
(though he usually goes by other
names).
“Hey, if I’d
a’wanted somebody to be botherin’ me --
--
I’d a’hired somebody.”
Face-saving-bluster is all that
is:
not a cow in a million even
has a good suspicion of what it costs
to have that properly done.
* * *
And
now: All of The, Sad-But-True News You Need To Hear Today:
Anyone who believes that someone
else is
more enlightened than they are
--- is correct.
“My, isn’t that
good to know?!”
“No.”
* * *
To know that you can escape
is the required first step in doing so.
(P.S. If you have to ask someone
else if escape IS actually possible,
forget about it! --
you don’t qualify any way.)
* * *
Under the routine conditions
of man’s captive intellect,
it is quite near impossible
to think about something
without eventually becoming
concerned
about it.
(The
energy that commonly fuels thought is short on humor.)
Independence-of-mind affords,
above the neck,
an exuberance that nearly rivals
what sex provides below the belt.
In ye old days ‘twas noted: “A
man is only truly sane, right after sex,”
but an update for the few would
be:
”A
man is only truly sane after he learns what real thinking is.”
* * *
Confused captives love to speak
of freedom, and the truth
in terms of the absolute,
whilst choosing to remain blissfully
blind to the specious nature of,
absoluteness.
Even cows have a left &
right brain,
and can think both, “Moo,”
and, “Oom,”
but either way --
they’re still going to McDonald’s.
Yeas & nays explain nothing,
and never do they reveal the
kind of truth that leads to liberation.
The more you talk about how
much you know or don’t know,
and about how free or not free
you are --
-- the tighter fits the
door to your imaginary cell.
If you won’t listen to the cell
doors close inside,
you don’t have to heed the warden’s
voice outside.
External circumstances cannot
con a man who is not already
internally conning himself –
-- by believing that he
can’t be conned.
Just repeat that ridiculous two
word phrase: “My thoughts”
over and over -- and one
day the truth of it will hit you,
and you’ll never have a yea,
nor a nay to ever say again.
You will then BE, a-man-with-a-deadly-weapon,
and no one to threaten.
…..…least of all, any longer
-- your imaginary
self.
When the lone-ranger-of-delusion
dies,
the silver bullets needed to
kill him -- die with him.
Just keep reading the sham prescription
over & over:
”The only ill that is kept alive
by its continuing diagnosis.
The only ill that is kept
alive by its continuing diagnosis.
The only ill that is kept
alive by its continuing diagnosis.”
“Well!
No wonder I never could locate the
place!
I just realized that the
map I’ve been using deliberately makes you
believe that you’re somewhere
else -- LOOKING for the place!”
“No, wait! Don’t do this to me again --
don’t leave me hanging with that kind of impossible comment!
Tell me something useful; something that makes sense.”
“Okay; look inside of you and
find the place where what you just said
came from:
there is nothing more useful
to a rich kid than discovering that.”
J
...Said a father to a son: "Always remember my
boy: Iceland was named after our family,
and our ancestorial motto still remains: 'E
Pluribus Coli' -- In Germs We Trust."
"I
thought it meant: 'From The Many Comes The Meaningless'."
"Same thing."
P.S. For those of you have
haven't figured it out yet:
It is those born wanting to know The
Secret who are --
to-weath-&-privilege-born.
P.P.S. It is not some
humans who know The Secret --
but some cells.
P.P.P.S. In the
neural interstate system,
roads were given names to keep men from getting lost --- and,
roads were invented to cause men to get
lost.
And a boy asked his
father: "Is that really true?" and pa pa replied: "No it's
not true --
-- but that's not the point."
..and while that voice of soul, Bolomon Surke
sang:
"Ev-er-ree-bod-dee --
needs some bod-dee,"
there is no public prophet to add: "Except
-- the
mentally rich-&-privileged --
-- they hardly even
need themselves."
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