Wanting to wake-up is wanting to be a PrivateEye  –
a self employed investigator of matters no one else is interested in,
or wants to know about;
so you have the whole field and all the good mysteries all to yourself  --  plus:
you are the field and all the good mysteries.
 
 

“Father, will all who know what is going on tell you what is going on?”
  “Do you wish for me to speak just for myself or for others also?”
“For everyone who knows.”
  “Well I do not know for a fact that anyone else but me knows.”
 
 
 
 

Save regarding food and water, naught can be said of importance ‘bout what one thinks  .......‘pared to what one feels........which ‘course has no voice to say anything ‘bout itself.
 
 
 
 

What a few create   --   the rest scramble to enlarge on,
(that is, those who fear being found out if they steal it out right).

A jazz musician cannot freely improvise if he still hears his heroes playing in his head;
same with thinking.
A real man should hear no one in his head but him    ----    if that.

 All mimics sleep  ---  both in the world of men outside you,
and the world of thought inside you.

 Only he is free  --  in total poverty.

To whatever thoughts your mind holds  --    hold your mind.
 
 

He who profits from sleep is its supporter;
no one profits from being awake   ---   not that you can prove.

“Father --  why can some things be proven and some things not?”
  “Why are there banquets and photographs of banquets?”
 
 

A maxim holds that gluttons stuff their bellies today with tomorrow’s stomach ache, and so too do men their minds, foolish ideas later regretted   --   ‘cept in this case,
ordinary men never realize the cause of the discomfort.
 
 
 
 
 

To a child you would say:
“Until you can reprove yourself you cannot take reproof from another” --
to a real man it would go: “Until you see what thoughts do to your mind
you cannot hear anything about the mind from another.”
 
 

CONCERNING:BELONGING TO SOMETHING

The real PrivateEye rides the train only until he can be his own tracks --
which are the only ones that will take you beyond the goober’s get-off point.

If you are satisfied to go but where your heroes (and everyone else) has gone,
you have more or less wasted the trip, (well, squandered the best part).
 
 

In support of the lingering sensation that there must be a special purpose to human life,
an apparently pertinent picture has presented itself in men’s minds,
that of a man finding for the first time a working watch,
and after much reflection thereon finally concluding that it indeed has
a special purpose: that of measuring time, and that ergo,
everything man discovers in this life surely has its unique reason for existence --
but what is eternally overlooked is the fact that the reality of all men’s metaphorical finds are not found somewhere outside the finder,
but strictly within him   --   solely in his thoughts.
 
 
 

A son checked with his father:
“Let me see if I have it all straight:
never buy anything that anybody wants you to buy;
never listen to anything anybody wants you to listen to,
and never look at anything anybody wants you to look at – does that cover it?”
   “One more thing: include your own thoughts in all of it.”
 
 
 

The large perceived, strictly human problems are the impressive sound of
                                                                        a gigantic choir of annoyed gnats.
 
 
 
 

A real pseudo intellectual is one who will
pretend to know the meaning of a word that he does not,
                                                                   even when  alone.
 
 

Being asleep is being mentally  --  event-&-other-people-driven;
being an exception is turning your mental attention exclusively to
your own mental activity.
 
 

Describe water to a fish and he’ll think you’re hallucinating --
same with describing distraction to the distracted  --
confusion to the confused  --
being mistaken to those mistaken, or  --  sleep to a sleeper.
 

The world’s most lasting proverbs were all composed by bacteria.
 
 

You cannot help what you think unless you can help how you feel;
you cannot help how you feel unless you can help how you feel;
no one can seem to help how they feel.   What d’you think?.........
 
 

Ordinary minds are happy when others notice & comment on their thoughts,
but are not pleased to do so themselves.
 
 

What does it mean that men have gone from ridiculing gods to revering them  --
taking, (in truth), super mentality quite seriously?!?
 
 

One guy says:
”The little degree to which men comprehend what transpires in their heads is truly -- no, sadly astounding...........................and remarkably difficult to accept.”
 
 

'Tis commonly asserted that happiness is but a by-product -- but no one is sure of what.
 

One guy says that happiness is in being chronically fooled and distracted.
 

The closest that ordinary minds come to satisfaction
is the belief that they will one day be so.
 

The true PrivateEye, (through his professional experience),
comes to realize: “Screw tomorrow”  --  (in that notion’s most civil sense, of course).

And one man mused: “For some reason I am convinced that
if I could be as happy & satisfied as my individual cells are I would truly be happy.
                               I do not understand it   --    but it must be so.”
 

And one man stopped calling his dog and began beckoning its fleas.
 
 

One man muses: “If the god men talk about does exist
there’s one thing you can say about him: He’s sure lied to men........hmmm,
come to think of it, not unlike my mind’s treatment of me.                          Hmmm?!?!.....”
 

 The progression is from
theologist to sociologist to psychologist and then white-out --   blank  --  blam-o time.
 
 

Wanting to wake-up is the hearing of indistinct, distant music;
waking up is getting over it and no longer being bothered by it.
  “Is that really true?”
      “That’s according to your definition of ‘true’.”
“Whew! -- I thought you were going to say my definition of, ‘really’!”
    “I was  --  until I sensed what a whew-inclined sort you are.”
 
 

..........................There is a substitute for waking up: turning your brain inside out.