June
9, 2001.
COWS, CONFINEMENT & CACOPHONY IN
THE CRANIUM
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Man’s physical life is a rolling,
ruckus herd;
his mental, a floating, electronic
cloud.
“Help!”
cried one fish, “I’m drowning.”
“Oh,
you silly thing; you must be one of those non partisan cows;
around here it is either: "breathe-the-dust, or die.”
If
a man who too well hears the voices, is sent up as a lookout,
even
with good glasses, and a Ph. D.,
he
will still run the boat aground.
Best
to trust he,
more heedful of the sea.
All
the cows in the herd are smarter than an independent thinker,
in
that they clearly know that things are NOT
as simple
as
they seem.
“No
sir, they most certainly are not!” (moo they):
“Not
by a norwegian dam site!”
All
prisoners and penned cattle know that
a
bit of harmless exaggeration helps the time go by.
“I knew it!
I just KNEW things are really goin’ to hell,
and you just won’t admit it.
Dammit! How dare you trick me like that!”
(The willy-nilly placing of emphases
can also be a pleasant diversion.)
Reminiscing is a corpse gasping
for just one more breath.
(Among the sleeping suave,
its sound is considered more
couth than snoring.)
In
the morning, one man thought he was dying;
by
afternoon he learned it was nothing,
and
at night fall mused: “What a day of progress!”
Memories are plans
spit into an oncoming wind.
A
man with a common mind is never any larger than his own head.
(what a waste
of available space.)
The
Story Of How Awakening Has Been Historically Taught:
“Let’s all worship statues &
grave sites, and if worse comes to worse, (and none are available), we’ll
find someone still breathing.
….IF
it comes to that!”
Or, as so aptly put in
the motto of Clown’s Town:
“No man ever stands so tall
in the city as when he has --
-- fallen down……and will DISCUSS
it.”
When faced with a choice of going
with two different holy men,
(and you don’t have good luggage,
or a lot of time to decide),
always go with the one who cries.
You can whip ‘em apart with leather,
but whiners’ will still come together.
(Just imagine what you will be
able to understand
once you realize that “knowledge”
is not the “truth” --- hell,
it never was what you were really
after!)
Once
you have lost mental confidence,
the
oceans never again taste sweet;
best
advice to begin with: lay back, relax,
and
just float along on the illusionary waves of intellectual threats.
Only a fool can be brought down even further….a fool who originally
tries
to rise above his proper station.
…(do
you get it?……if not, don’t let on…….for your sake.)
Nothing
bolsters a man’s confidence like having a strong philosophy;
a
good reputation, and a forty-five.
One man says: “I hate everything about life!
............…except the BEING alive part.”
Prisoners
are taught not to speak unless you,
“have
something worthwhile to say,”
and
they are further led to believe that you have nothing
worthwhile
to say….that is,
unless
it is something you heard the voices say --
something
in support of the prison administration, (or of course),
a
thorough denunciation thereof;
in
either case: “Gooood prisoner -- good boy.
Now
-- sit!
Roll
over,
now
-- speak!”
Round
2: No one can stand someone who knows-it-all -- unless,
they boast about it.
Question: In your own inner,
head-dance,
how given are YOU
to braggadocio?
.....(Huh! ’S no wonder
there’s such tension between
your mental sensibilities, and the voices!)
In the war games:
fractured minds are captured
minds.
”I
say, Corporal -- pull yourself together!”
“If I could do
that, I wouldn’t be here wandering around on a
playground
battlefield with an echo-headed leader like you.”
Coming apart at the seams
is what sews people UP in dreams.
“But
I can’t help it: it’s just how I was born.
……………well?…………….…aren’t
you going to say anything?!”
One fellow muses: “How could
you bear being in prison with OUT
staying in a constant half-hypnotized,
self-induced state of denial concerning your condition the fix you’re in?!”
(By the by: have you noticed
that those in prison seem unable
NOT to think about certain
words:
god, death, fear……god……death……fear……………………)
One
man says that major, frequently visited businesses,
(such
as grocery chains), continually raise their prices by pennies,
NOT
to make a few cents more of profit, but as a joke,
just
to see how much the public will put up with.
(In
a strange moment, he says it further struck him that a similar scene goes
on between the potential buying power of his intellect,
and
the voices that attempt to supply it.)
Frightening, huh?! --- and funny too.
Brains are immune to solder,
but not minds to lead poison,
(the poison of leaden ideas,
that is).
If you have trouble getting
out of bed in the morning, consider:
is it due to your back
-- or your head?
A certain mystic one day so addressed
a crowd of the interested:
“Question: what if you
privately just pretended to be awake;
how could you tell the difference
in that and actually
BEING awake?
And really --
would there BE any difference?”
(Whenever
he mentioned this,
his audience would immediately disperse as if on cue.)
If you are ordinary, and feel
that you can’t do anything about it,
then you are ordinary enough
not to be able to do anything about it.
Inverted Thermal Layer & Moral:
Why sweat the heat if you’re already LIVING
in the desert?!
One man says: “Everything serves
for good:
the dead fill up the holes in
the ground,
and the living do my share of
being dull & ditsy.
Thank
God!” adds he, “For everybody else.”
Those who believe that, “the
end is near” -- are near their end.
Inverted
Definition of:
Men
With Ordinary Minds vis a vis Their Notions Of Resurrection:
Creatures with the potential
of lowering themselves from the living.
The
clearer you hear the voices -- the deeper you are in prison.
On one world, anyone who knows
what’s going on is required to --
-- keep quiet about it.
(For
the sake of his own digestion,
one
man left out about half of everything he was tempted to say.)
And lo, the day came when that
thing man does that he calls, “speech”
assumed the power of both good
and
evil.
(Known to those outside
the walls as: the OKAY, and the Okay-Again.)
In a most indirect way,
in essence do many people say:
”Maybe if we talk
about prison enough -- it’ll go away.”
(May-be, may-be, may-be.)
Much talk makes the voices feel
-– RIGHT AT HOME.
The body has no sin;
the body knows no shame;
the body could, “Get down with Moses” for ever --
and never give the Promised Land a second thought.
….Which is why man has a mind & hears voices –
whether he likes it or not.
A system for awakening that teaches
behavior -- instructs children.
By instinct, everyone
knows what to do;
by the-coming-of-thought,
everyone is now
metaphysicalizing
corn dogs.
Prisoners are told to stand “straight
& upright,”
and a collateral result
of this is that:
Rigidity
becomes its own reward -- wide spread
rigidity.
Irony
is, inevitability
-- misspeled.
Health
Tip For The Privileged:
To be deaf to the voices is
to be free of the only pain that really
hurts.
And one thing to always remember
in prison is that:
a rigid mind ALWAYS has a lot at
stake.
J
(One prisoner kept hearing a bird tapping at his cell door,
…a cuckoo, I believe it was….
….or perhaps a mocking bird.)
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