Little wit is required in attacking a dead man,
(and this has nothing to do with criticizing a mystic or self pity  --   does it!)
[Hell, who knows if it has anything to do with anything?!  --   it just sounds interesting.])
Notice: Metaphors did not come into this world to be made fun of,
but rather to do the serious work of compensating for you not making the proper fun of yourself in the correct scientific manner.
 
 

The word “ethics” present in a person’s vocabulary
reveals a man without comprehension.
 
 

Being a part of man’s routine mental life is in placing your automatic,
constantly running consciousness against the automatic,
constantly running consciousness of another
and letting the resulting friction between the two take over the running of yours.
 
 

When one man heard of a song entitled: “Please Don’t Talk About Me When I’m Gone”
he mused: “Hell, please don’t talk about me when I’m here! --
--  and that goes especially for my own thoughts!”
 
 

Okay, try it this way: There is no such thing as Genetic Determinism --
                                     --  except for those who say there is no such thing.
 
 

If you never use or think the phrase: “broken heart” you may not be a terminal case.
 
 

In its constant replay of repetitive memories, the mind has obviously taken a lesson in efficiency from television dramas in their liberal use of flashbacks:
scenes and dialogue already paid for;
what is cheaper than living in the past.
 
 

How to undertake The Investigation:
Start at the top and work your way outward in all directions.
 
 

The way to tell you are common is if  when someone by way of perfunctory greeting rhetorically asks: “How’s it going.” --   you tell them.
 
 

The few, in their mental forest, allow no one to roll their logs,
nor do they roll those of others.
                     (Leave-alone  --  be free-alone --  'tis the only way can be done.)
 
 

One guy’s only response to any critical observation made about him personally is:
                                                                 “Pitiful, huh.”