After reading about the simplistic scientific ideas of a certain ancient society,
a certain contemporary dumb man snorted: “Boy, were they dumb!”
The rising waters that is the passing of time raises even insignificant dinghies to the previous level of insignificant battleships;
thus does new ignorance replace the old, outdated ignorance.
..…”All aboard, little nippers --  the grand, noisy mental-express-to-nowhere
is now, as always --   ready for another departure.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

A city proverb says: “Cheer the rabbit but bet on the hounds” (our interp being):
Slap the mind on the back every day and tell it that it is doing an outstanding job! --
--  then slip off at night with your bod.

When the mourners gather round and begin to sing:
“Who Is Going Down In The Grave With Me”
don’t expect to hear the mind mentioned in the tag line.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

One sure way to keep children from following the LoneRanger is to organize them.
Fools are not prepared to die for the C.E.O. personally,
 but will readily fall on their swords for the corporation.
    “Pa, is this an oblique reference to the relationship between the driver of
      a man’s life-car and the many passengers who seem to ride along?”
          “Oblique, hell!”

How bizarre ‘twould sound to fishes to hear water explained,
and how weird do humans take descriptions of what is going on all around & thru them.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Some city head has said:
“Suspicion, mistrust and irony are signs of good mental health”
which again highlights the difference in the way
the ordinary majority and the extraordinary few view the mind.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

HEADLINE “Man Found Dead In Home; No One Knows How Determination Was Made!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A PARABLE
The Big Guy called all the humans together and told ‘em:
“The most important thing to achieve in life is contentment.”
and en mass they shouted in reply: “Damn straight!   So how do we do it?”
and he said that was up to them.
......(“Ain’t much of a parable if you ask me!”)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Through the ages it has frequently been proposed that man lives in some sort of illusion, the unrecognized basis of which can be usefully pictured as a house that believes it exists by virtue of the furniture it perceives to permanently fill it,
but in truth the pieces exist only one at a time --  temporary --  and are in fact the totality of the structure's awareness of itself at every instant,
and then bring yourself to realize that you are describing your mind --
something that consists of nothing but the single, constantly changing thought that
at every instant it thinks it is thinking.

When a mob commits a crime, the individuals escape punishment --
no one person is held accountable --
same as how it is with thoughts and the mind;
The Conference Of Birds did not consider themselves responsible for decisions made by their non existent king.

One consciously composed allegory is worth a thousand religions,
and one useful scientific theory is worth a million fables,
and one open headed man is worth everything the human mind has ever produced.
..............(“Carry me back to Old Virginia  --  back when she was young and fresh”)

And the Chief Mystic at that certain secret location merrily exclaims:
“What could possibly be more fun than shooting holes in your own underwear! --
I meant of course  --   your own mind.”
 

One man’s epicurean recommendation: “ Cut everything into thirds, then eat it whole.” (what type of food he is referring to is apparently left to you to decide.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

THE LIFE OF THOUGHTS PRESENTED IN A BRIEF DIALOGUE
“What do you do for a living?”
     “Right now I am between jobs.”
“Well what did you do before?”
     “I was between different jobs.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To learn what a fully awakened man should know  --  you must look strictly inward;
to use what an awakened man should know  --   you must constantly look outward.

....“Man! --  there’s no end to getting ThisThing just right, is there!”
             Well, remember what the old proverb says: “If fools didn’t complain about it
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

One, (sometimes, rough & tumble) father’s reply to a son’s early morning rant:
“But if you did not have nightmares it would mean that you did not have
a real man’s meal before retiring,”
and the nipper said that the next morning he was going to ask the same question,
but as a metaphor regarding the mind  --
....and after the elder thought about it for a moment  --  he grunted,
and said how’s he could handle that  --
and right there, my gormanded headed friends, is the great thing about being
all the parties involved in dialogues such as this:
you can handle anything  --   you bring up.
 
 

The claim is in: “History is but the Biography of great men”,
but it should say: ".....the history of pushy,  pretentious men”  --  but:
the, Hey is also in: “But --  Hey! --  you can’t get anywhere in a world-of-pretend
with out you yourself pretending.”

....(But that other guy still says he wants the court to keep his mind at least 500 feet away from him at all times.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To varying degrees, everyone wants recognition, which is possible either through:
how you look;
what you can do physically,
or what you say:
the first is easiest & most popular, with the second a close second, and the third --
....well, you probably don’t need to be instructed in that little number, now do ye!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

ANOTHER DIALOGUE
“What have you accomplished in life?”
   “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Ah, come on --  I really want to know: what have you accomplished?”
   “I just told you.”
 
 

Some humans do now qualify for the Honorary Honest Plaque Award:
“Part of my duties as a counselor is not just to try to solve problems,
but also to create them as well.
Thank you for this recognition  --   it means so very much to me.  Thank you.”
 
 

One guy says: “Reflecting on how I now realize life to really be,
compared to how life causes the mind to think it to be,
reminds me of an incident of an inebriated man reproached by a woman
with the words: “You’re drunk!’  to which he replied: “And you’re ugly!’
which made her only the angrier, then even more vehemently did she
again condemn him: “Well, you’re still drunk!” and this time he responded:
“Yeah, but tomorrow morning I’ll be sober.”

Seldom do ordinary men ever sober up from the dream-intoxication
wrapped around life by their minds.

The unavoidable cost of all systems used to understand man & life is that
the mind unwittingly becomes entangled exclusively in the study of just the system,
the mind adding to the system and helping make it up
even as it and its human host studies it.

While it sure doesn’t feel right to the natural born mind, the truth is that
studying a map of Montana has nothing whatsoever to do with the state of Montana,
and regardless of how great becomes your expertise concerning the map
this fact never changes.

States and systems ostensibly for learning about them exist in
                                                              two totally separate realms.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The only thing that stands between you and understanding is yourself --
the thoughts rooming in your head, to be precise  --  but Ho!  to be even more precise,
it is really whoever, whatever recommended your head to the roomers to begin with.
 
 

The closest thing there is to anything even remotely resembling a “mistake” in life
is to believe that someone else  --   anyone else can tell you how you should live
or what you should think and feel --
.....yeah, it goes on all the time, and  --  yeah, no ordinary person is any the worse for it,  but, for those few, in-particular non ordinaries.......................................................................
 
 
 
 
 
 

Where irony is found, it is due to a lack of understanding,
and where paradox is discovered it is because of severe comprehension shortage.
 
 

.....Dum anima est, est goobers.