June
8, 2001.
STEERS, STALAGS &
SPOOKY VOICES
_______________________
While still in
captivity,
prisoners can only picture their
condition theoretically --
-- which is why they are
able to do so little about it.
You have to get
free to be free,
but if you persist in listening
to the voices you hear which present arguments for & against the question
of whether man is free,
you will never discover the
key to unlock your cell door.
*
Doors in walls in front of your
face
are far too subtle for most
to see.
The collective-minded
can only conceive of escape as a deed,
that is indeed,
complex.
Two eyes/I’s are too many to
be
in one real
man’s head.
The
voices imprison a man better than any mortar & stone.
*
To be normal, a man must be made
civilized;
to go beyond that, he must be
civilized a second time.
(Hobos stole their
whole shtick from the city-independents.)
And one neuron said to another:
“Whew!
It’s a jungle in here!”
“Ah!
You should see the yucky stuff that goes on in the intestines.”
“Yeah,
but they don’t have to THINK about it!”
“Yeah
-- there is that.”
Being in captivity is bad enough –
but then to take it seriously
is downright
disgusting.
Okay,
here is how it goes: first thoughts make life more complicated than it
really is: then after that ……well…truth is,
with
most people there is no -- “after-that.”
*
If ye be too heedful of the voices
you become damn-near turned
inside out;
as though the film covering
your brain is pulled up & out
through your skull, and stretched
tight around you,
like a form fitting body stocking;
confining your actions; constricting
your breathing,
and limiting your ability to
think.
Such a man is said to be asleep
inside the prison of his own mind;
he has been turned inside-out;
he is -- Puckered
Man.
A son asked his father:
“How come you don’t pick
on me? -- you know:
make with the sarcastic remarks.
As well as you must know
me & all my weaknesses & sore spots,
you could cut me to ribbons.
So why don’t you?”
“Such is only of
use if you do it to yourself
…..and
even then, of only limited.”
The minds of the few are more
in need of being inspired
than of being attacked.
The ability-to-think
deserves a worthy goal -- not worthless criticism.
No idea e’er spoke by man is
worth the effort of taking
judgmental note thereof, either
for or a’gin.
Antagonism to a thought becomes
instantly part of that thought;
criticism just fattens it,
(same as supporting it does
nothing for it either).
(By the by: have you noticed that there are a few
things you
NEVER hear discussed in prison.
.....…….(one in particular.)
*
About the behavior of some ‘tis
been said that they
have the morals of a scoundrel,
and the manners of a lord;
same too in the thinking of
those of
straightened-up, cleaned-out
mind:
those who have had the MENTAL
urban
erased from their urbaneNESS.
(Excerpts from a story).
“And in an instant,
this foul creature ravished
her… or at least, would have…
…had she not, (in a most timely
move) -- ALLOWED him to.”
This
was taken from a story about the mind-&-the-voices.
Code Named: “The Pecker Prerogative.”
Support for being civilized comes from fay hormones;
resistance from retarded neurons.
If
you do discover
that you’re in a prison,
and
you become more upset than before,
you
have become a captive twice over.
It is from such ranks that come many of the city’s
best known speakers.
“Fellow citizens -- I am pissed,
and friends -- I want you to JOIN
me.”
Confessing to ignorance
may not be
the admission you actually had in mind.
The
Herd & The Math:
The well-being of the collective
depends on addition,
(health in numbers);
while that of an independent
minded man comes from subtraction:
the remove of his thinking from that of the collective.
Concerning
Men’s Battle Stance:
Those already captured always
denounce neutrality.
The
war against sleep & turgidity has no supporters as passionate as
those
not actively involved in the fight.
The things that most entertain
man's collective mind
run to the abnormal; the weak;
the despicable, and the frightening.
(Cows seem to delight in such.)
The independent minded however,
find pleasure only in
plans for escaping, and images
of strength.
To
independent minds, collective thought is no thought at all.
One man says: “To ‘be asleep’
is to -- lose-your-mind.
And,” he adds, “I speak not
as a psychiatrist.”
Once out of prison,
away from the herd,
and moving toward the far horizon,
a man discovers that his mind
is not at all as he originally believed.
Once free,
ex-prisoners find it hard to
take the whole concept of captivity seriously.
“Guards?!
Guards?! I should beware of the guards, you say!?
Hah! I laugh at the voices!”
...............(Obviously
a man who knows
his guards.)
J
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