June
10, 2001.
HERDS,
HOOSEGOWS
&
HUBBUBS
IN
THE HEAD
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To keep them pacified: prisoners
are made to believe that
their lives are more complicated
than they really are.
(Imagine what a shock this is
to escapees when they get away,
and discover the truth!)
A certain balance is maintained
by the dumber of the herd believing
they are of superior intelligence.
Were it not for this arrangement,
many fancy balls, debates & wars would never get started
in that no one would feel comfortable
asking for the first dance.
“Hey -- that’s never stopped my voices before!”
What
ordinary men call their personal “problems”
act
as mental versions of circadian clocks.
(How
can you tell if you are “getting-somewhere” unless
it
is obvious that you are not?!)
Only
the voices have the ability to turn your eyes south
and
make you believe you are seeing the aurora borealis.
(The ever-running commentary certainly helps, huh?!)
A
man whose individual mind is still tied directly to the collective one
has
something more dangerous than shoe laces to trip over.
People born with the propensity
to live upstairs, close to the voices, ultimately feel that they are charged
with some sort of mission;
that they are responsible for
trying to convince other people of
some thing-or-the-other.
This stirs up a bile in them,
whose acidity is increased by the fact
that few apply sustained effort
to their task,
and suffer appropriate human
guilt there from.
The permissable math of the prisoner
is to only count to two.
(Anything beyond
that makes the voices, I mean -- the guards
feel threatened.)
Those of a non independent mind*
are always singing someone else’s
song.
Singing it and smiling because
of
it,
or singing it and grimacing
there from -- but,
singing someone else’s song
nevertheless,
(with not even a hint of originality)
.
A prisoner in Cell Block C once
chanted in protest:
“No originality --
no peace!
No originality
-- no peace,”
and whether he understood it
or not -- he had it right.
If all you hear in your head
are the voices replaying things they
heard from other voices,
you will never know the eye/I
opening peace that comes from
completing This Great Escape,
and being out of the prison’s
general population.
To be routinely civilized is
to be beaten down by the voices,
which commonly leads to letting
the FACTS of being alive
interfere with the ACTS
of being so.
(Another reason that man has a mind.)
If other prisoners’ words can
make you mad, then two things:
one: you’re in-for-life,
and two: you’ll never learn to think for yourself.
“Pa
pa, is it really possible to, think-for-yourself?”
“You’ll never know ‘til you know.”
“Oh…I
thought you were going to say: ‘Until you try’.”
“Yeah – I know.”
Stop
Signs:
Criticism stops thought;
umbrage stops thought;
fear stops thought;
anger stops thought;
pity stops thought;
impatience stops thought;
and partisan thought stops thought.
(You can take it from there.)
Those of constricted intelligence
are always the most
vocal supporters of, “culture;”
and when not --
its most vociferous critic.
...(Mutter the cows: “I
may not know what art is,
but I know that it is mocking me.”)
There is something about the
whole idea of a greater
“independence-of-mind”
that really annoys average cows.
(Why
so, you reckon?)
All conclusions trail behind
them -- ellipses.
An independent mind can be defined
by its inability to rest with
the rest of the herd.
Escapees do not merely “run away
from their problems,”
but rather abandon voice-driven,
partisan thinking --
-- which is the basis
of all human problems.
(Note: Straight-forward-facts
do not appear all that straight
forward when viewed from a jail cell.)
The backbone of civilization
is not flexible,
which is why law abiding citizens
are kept in cramped cells:
to make them get stiff &
unbending.
(Hey, don’t you recognize
civilization’s real name when you hear it?)
People worried about their legacy
to future generations -- insult life.
………If life could BE
insulted!…………..……..by the likes of man.
Every Saturday morning without
fail, one father would say to his son:
“Don’t forget: everything I’ve
told you all week is nothing but words,”
“Including
the SERIOUS stuff?!?”
“Get real!”
Question: Why should
a man who knows the world’s neatest secret
tell anyone else?
(The
query was code-indexed by Immanuel Rant as:
“The Scatological Tongue-scraper.”
[And one guy says he
was runner up for, Congeniality in last year’s,
Miss Misanthropy Pageant].)
Trying to wake up is the attempt
to remove all adjectives from nouns,
and relieve all verbs of the
need for subjects.
The
desire to live naked in an equally straightforward world.
There was once a school for,
getting-to-the-bottom-of-things
which taught but a single course,
(titled):
“Admit
Nothing: Especially If The Voices Say It Is So.”
A liberated mind must construct
its OWN challenges, and entertainment.
The
main decoration in most men’s cells is brain stains.
It might be a mild indication
that you’re beginning to wake-up in this life if you find you have
no particular preference one way or the other regarding the possibility
of another after this one.
(Outside the physical: impartiality
is the key to super-now-survival.)
Today’s
Weight Loss Tip: A person full of questions
is full of shit.
…( if they still take the questions seriously.)
Civilization:
A velvet cell for a prickly prisoner.
The independent minded tend to
conclusions that are abrupt,
and un serialized.
The motto of the solid-citizen-prisoner
is:
“Be true to the voices, and
they’ll be true to you.”
(No wonder this place is such a hell hole!)
Do periodically remind yourself
that in truth:
man is no more in prison than
he is not in prison.
Once you do
get your mind cleaned out*
you will discover that most
of the words you use
have been mis-defined in one
way or another.
(For the privileged few this
has particular pertinence
pertaning to all personal possessive
pronouns.
..and which also leads to this
description of: “The independent literate:”
One from whom you never hear.)
Going-to-sleep is sliding
godzilla’s foot into bunny slippers;
waking-up is going barefooted.
You cannot
know
if
you are awake;
all you
can
know is
when
you
are not asleep.
The
Trip: Only those capable of brain
sweat can see it through to the end.
And a son asked his father:
“Okay, enough already with
the herds & the prisons & the voices;
tell me something I
can do about it!”
"All right
me lad, here’s what you can do:
Keep your eye-on-the-ball
-- UNTIL
you realize that your eye and
the ball are one.
The silliest thing you can do
is say a word, referring to, ‘you.’
How much of a short cut do you
need?
How much closer can you &
the-thing-called-you
be --
-- before you see?!
Before you see what is right in back of your eyes,
and catch on entirely.”
J
**
What a, "cleaned-out, independent mind" actually is,
cannot be accurately described.
....... which is pretty obvious.......if you can think about it for yourself.
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