July
15, 2001.
One man says: “If this is truly
-- The News,
then answer me this: Have you noticed that at least
ninety-four per cent of the thinking you do in the time that you set aside
each day for thinking,
(and even at night when you
decide before going to bed that you will dream for a certain period about
a certain subject that night),
that you spend said time thinking
about other thoughts,
thoughts that you yourself have
already thought about before,
or else about thoughts that
you have heard about
that someone else has already
thought about.
What's with this?!” he asks,
"Should we even be calling this -- thinking?
Tell me -- what's going on here?!”
There was a man who had stripes,
and was quite annoyed by them;
he quit thinking about them,
and he was no longer annoyed by them.
“Hey,
I know a metaphor when I smell one -- so:
do you mean to
stand there and tell me that my anger would not
bother me so much
if I quit thinking about how angry I am?”
”Why,
hell no! How stupid do you think I am!”
One captive rider sang to himself
all the time --
to keep from facing the fact
that he was on a horse.
The apparent disparity between
truth & error
is rendered irrelevant by independent
thought.
To one man, all incoming data
automatically divided itself into
three categories: positive,
negative & neutral;
he would ignore the first two.
Note: No
matter the nature of the info,
it is your thought that creates the categories.
One man snored all the time
--
to keep himself distracted from
the fact that he was asleep.
The thoughts of all captives
are prejudiced; how could they not be; thus is ordinary thought merely
a symbol for real thought.
One
man recommends this: "Look at a rabbit feeding in your yard,
and
think about the day by day life he leads -- not having any
thoughts --
without
coming to any conclusion, until you grasp his existence.
Pursuing
this, to its end,
will
eventually make your inner lawn burst out in clover."
One man kept talking to himself
about himself all the time --
to cover for the fact that he
didn't know who he was.
If
thoughts did not have grasping hands, everyone would be awake.
In the, Single
Possibility are all possibilities,
a fact transparent to non grubby
eyes/I's.
Note: In
the, Unified Thought Pool
resides all possible human selves --
-- yours included --
and with no more significant distinction
than exists between one drop of water and another.
Anything said about another person's
ideas other than: “Interesting”
is the sound of a possum looking
for headlights.
One man kept looking out the
windows --
since he didn't know where the
door was.
An
independent mind is always thinking more than it is saying -- always.
A man who is nearly to the-bottom-of-things
is no longer confused,
or bothered by anyone else's
thoughts -- only by those of his own brain.
There are but two bases for ordinary
humor:
physical and mental clumsiness.
(“You
could have said: ‘ineptitude’ -- it sounds nicer!”)
One man kept thinking about,
THAT
so he wouldn't have to confront the
fact that he knew nothing about
the more important subject of, THIS.
Men pretend to, be asleep
so they won't have to do anything
about being only partially awake.
To really think, that is: to
think independently,
you must be able to think on
one foot -- then on the other --
then on both, and then while
in a mid air jump.
Note: It
is difficult to leave your cell -- even if the door’s left open --
if you are too stiff from too long sitting down.
Men tolerate the Prince's endless
ramblings
since they don't know how to
contact the King.
For the sake of clarity, one
man automatically deleted about half of
what his thoughts wanted him
to say.
To be alive is to be insulted
-- if you continue to think as you do.
Moral: There
is no way out – plus: every way
imaginable.
While it may not be spatially
possible to meet the King face to face --
a real man never stops trying.
One
man’s advice: “Save your sympathy for
the serious:
those who know what’s going on don’t need it.”
There is a secret. extremely
efficient, quick short cut to enlightenment
known as, “Stroming
Your Glotz”
but no one has ever known what
it is.
(How’s that for secrecy
and efficiency?!)
One prisoner dreamed-of, plotted
& widely discussed -- escape!
just so he wouldn't have to
ever actually step-through-the-cell-door.
In the ordinary world, the best
sort of promotion of oneself is:
self promotion:
in the rarefied realm of the
few, the best sort of promotion of oneself is:
no promotion -- not even
any thought of such.
Everybody keeps running for one
reason: to keep from stopping.
"I
don't get it."
"Neither does anybody;
that's why they keep running."
In the battle against the neural
status quo,
an alert man's inalterable,
genetic temperament is to him
like a non fatal bullet wound
of which he takes initial note,
but then ignores, and goes on
about his business.
During non essential interludes
-- men have thoughts to keep them from thinking about them
having thoughts.
Ultimately, man is no more mentally
imprisoned than he is
confined to eating only food
that is nourishing.
Moral & Punch Line:
If you think about this -- and finally digest it --
it will be the punch
line.
“I don’t get it.”
”If you will just think about
it rigorously, I’m sure you will.”
“Oh, I -- get
it -- I just don’t-the-hell
like
it!
It’s more fun to
believe that you have no room to maneuver at all.”
”I’m hip -- but a self
inflicted wound doesn’t count for anything.”
Save your sympathy, and hostility
for the pseudo-healthy.
J
Under
insignificant conditions:
men have thoughts to keep them from thinking about them having thoughts:
not realizing this situation is what confuses you --
that's all.
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