June
19, 2001.
The first step to enlightenment
of the mind is:
controlled & specifically-directed:
self-abuse.
The next to the last step is
the abandonment of such nonsense.
(The step after that is in realizing
why
such abandonment
should occur.)
Only
the brave show mercy: cowards are always outraged;
and
only the non courageous feel the need to show off --
...or
the stupid, to boast of their intelligence.
(Apply as a cold-pack to your own head.)
Has
been said: “Many would be cowards -- if
they had the courage” -- which is to note that:
Everyone
would still be like they are but satisfied about it,
if
they had the sense & guts to stop claiming to be otherwise --
...and
believing that they should be when they hear themselves say so.
“I am by temperament,” said an alligator, “Rather brutish. So
sue me.
This is the jungle -- not a faculty tea.”
Every
worthy idea instantly produces its critics --
but
the reverse is not so.
(Apply
this as a hot-pack to your own forehead.)
The “creative thinking” of ordinary men is a continued running in
the same old ruts while re-naming the ruts.
By
being critics do fleas don elephant suits.
“It
sure is roomy in here.”
“Yeah -- and meaningless too.”
“Yeah…..sorta
like my mind.”
“………Yeah.”
In
the sense that interests the few:
A
man who, knows-what-he-is-doing knows ONLY that.
(“Hey, what d’ya expect?!”)
Under our laws: imbecility cannot
be considered as a barrier
to being a critic.
(“Hell, under anybody’s laws;
that ain’t the way the universe
works -- you jerks!”)
Brief Historical Correlate:
The round wheel would have
never been developed had not
enough people laughed at
the corners on square ones.
Individual squirts of
mental vinegar make the
collective mental salad
go ‘round,
(and give the few, unbelievable
heartburn.)
Even
if something in life did bug an awake man -- he couldn’t let on,
or
it would put him back to sleep.
When a man was insulted in the
form of being sarcastically complimented on his ability to always make
his explanations,
“fit the facts -- regardless,”
he said:
“There is no, ‘regardless';
the facts of all intangible
situations will always fit whatever
explanation one cares to offer,
since both the facts and
the explanations have the same source,
and are, operationally
-- one and the same.
Hence my friend, the difficulty
of anything, the product of man’s mind,
being adequately explained thereby.
All in all, I say to you, dear
hearts -- don’t sweat it!
Go ahead and grab whatever trolley
comes along first;
they all go to the same destination.”
Few
prisoners care to hear a prophet not as pissed as they are.
(“Hey
I
don’t wanna be led outta here by anybody not still
in
here!"
is
da name of dat toon.)
What
is found annoying about the independent minded is that they want nothing
from anybody…........................................and all of the anybodys
find this irritating!
One way to tell that you are
still not properly focused & awake is that the voices you hear continue
to marvel at just how
focused & awake you have
become.
“Man!
What a guy I am!” is just an exaggerated extension of everyone's:
“Let-me-tell-you-the-kind-of-guy-I-am” tune.
(Another way to determine that the
deal is still not settled
is that you continue to search
for just the right metaphor to explain
what the deal is.)
Taking note of some thing-or-the-other,
one man said:
”Most of the time this thing
is not a, thinking-machine --
but rather an -- echo-chamber.”
No
matter what is being discussed,
prisoners
always think it is them
being talked about.
(Figure
how this applies to those
two
different cell blocks in your mind.)
Whenever one man would be caught
operating at less than
full capacity, he would commonly
respond: “Yes,
but while you are picking on
me for this minor misstep
for all you know I could be
dying of cancer,
or some other horrible illness,”
and when asked if he was,
he would say no, but would insist
that that was irrelevant,
the point was that he could
have been.
(His twin brother claims to have
learned a great metaphysical lesson from this...........................although
no one is quite sure what it is?!
[Prison sure is a noisy
place….......case you hadn’t noticed].)
Remember, (least you over-credit
them):
All thoughts are always -- ante
-- something or the other;
always: after-de-fact-o.
It’s okay to be forever chasing
buses -- as long as they are going where you think you want
to go --
and as long as you understand
that: (1): They’re
going nowhere,
and, (2):
You can’t ever catch them anyway.
Thoughts: The things that are always
-- after-de-fact-o.
“Here is a short cut to forcing
yourself out of the daze:
Fake a different temperament
than the one you naturally have.”
“But I can’t do that!"
”Well -- pretend
to.”
Here
is what one man says he has finally had to admit is the truth about what
he’s been trying to do: “I don’t really want to be in a permanently
awakened state,
I
just want to stop being upset when I catch myself in the sleeping
one.”
The big-time, never-fail,
new-york-fer-sure-way
to know that
you are still asleep is if you
still ever have the urge to respond to anything said to you, or about
you.
To
his surviving kin, one man left this message: “Burn the past.”
Whenever one politician would
receive an abusive letter from a constituent he would write back saying:
“Dear Sir:
I am sure you would want to
know that some idiot is sending out mail and signing your name to it,”
and when a certain man heard
of this tactic,
he pondered it in relation to
the messages that are sent to his mind,
and mused:
”In my case, some idiot using
my name is accepting them.”
The tricky part of hearing actually
useful
words-of-wisdom
is that
the brain always says: “How
insane!”
(And ponder this: if the way
out
of
your present condition is insane,
what should that tell you about
the condition you’re trying to get out of?!
"Yeah! Mister brain doesn’t
wanna think about that -- does he!")
If there was a Universal Stupid Competition,
who should be found the winner:
those who won’t consider the obvious,
or those who do?
(And just in case: Don’t forget
to de-magnetize your tap shoes.)
And
one man offers this advice:
”Avoid
crazed people crammed into tight places,
and
a sweating mind filled with mad voices.”
Another way to bring yourself
out of the coma
is to discover how to be a rugged
individualist -- without talking.
And
lastly, keep pondering the fact that:
to
a liberated mind
almost
anything that an ordinary person ever says
makes
them sound like a fool.
J
P.S., The father quoted
in yesterday's News, late last night said to his son:
"I trust you understand
that there IS no -- pre-verbal
I --
but
that does not make the adventure any less exhilarating, or rewarding."
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