To non locals these directions would sound quite simple, and easy to follow:
“Look at Point A instead of looking at Point B,”
but in The Land Of Butchers this matter flows not as smoothly in practice
as it does from the tongue.
Ask people there if they recognize the distinction between
the sausage machine and the sausage that comes out of it,
and they will smile at your seeming silliness:
“Why certainly  --   any fool knows the difference!”
and in fact, in apparent support there of their words for the two set them totally apart with no verbal clue as to any connection,
for they do not call the two: “sausage and the sausage machine”
(as ‘twas above done), but rather: “sausage and the grinder”
so that the source of the product does not publicly proclaim any nexus therewith.
 

Except for the Few Family, people in The Land Of Butchers speak,
and to themselves, think
about sausage as though it has an existence entirely unconnected with the grinder;
but they are not deranged, for if you broach the subject directly
they will instantly concede that it is from the grinder that all sausage comes,
but the second immediately following that --
their awareness thereof zeroes out once more.

But the majority step gets even porkier and goes off in a totally surprising direction:
the routine citizens there never look at their grinder  --  never;
say this   --  and they will deny it;
they will point to the active archives of their Philosophers, their Psychiatrists,
their Neurologists, and to their own personal conversations,
which they say clearly reveal their constant interest in the grinder;
but this is not so  --   and only a few can see it is not.

What the majority there say is them talking about the grinder
is always them talking about the sausage  --    always;
and how such a thing can occur can be pleasantly discussed for years,
but words & speculations, no matter how entertaining,
do not shed blood in the slaughterhouse.
If you will look with an eye as clean and dedicated as T-cells
you can see this matter, which is quite astounding, and moreover,
will bring those but-dazed cows finally to their knees.
 

People do not look at their grinder  --   only at the sausage;
tell them they do not  --   they will adamantly deny it –
but their denial is unwitting real time proof that they do not --  and only fool themselves,
for even as they stand there defending themselves from the accusation –
had they just been looking at the grinder  --  their  denial would not have been possible.
 
 

In operation, here is the best verbal shot at its detailing.
To the ordinary people in The Land Of Butchers --
--  even though they certainly do not think about it or analyze it like this:
sausage seems to inherently contain information about the grinder
from which it comes  -- and so profoundly is felt this sense of this kinship
that in actual, normal practice no one there makes a distinction between the two,
and as improbable as it would sound to an outsider,
the ordinary people of that place never look directly at their grinders,

This failure has no effect on the people there collectively;
their routine and quite robust commercial dealings go quite well
with them both continually talking about sausage,
when in truth they are referring to the grinder,
and living complete, normal lives without ever looking directly at their grinder.

And here is the radical divide between the ordinary, majority of people in
The Land Of The Butchers and the few:
only those ChasingTheThing take their mind seriously and look directly at it --

Only the neurally sound, struggling to Awaken, (and few of them),
ever come to realize that the entire endeavor to DoTheThing
takes place solely in the grinder:
there is no sausage that will aid you;
no old sausage --  no contemporary sausage;
no sausage that any other human has ever ground can help you,
(once you become cold blooded & clear headed enough to see it),
and finally --  if you are to step onto the fast, more scenic track,
you realize that even your own sausage is no help –
in fact at that point --  it is a hindrance --  an attractive-nuisance:
something that seems entertaining but in truth is dangerous  --   (to children).
 

There is no Great Secret Work; no magical, spiritual, mystical,
metaphysical, supernatural systems, schools, methods, disciplines, teachings concerning ThisThing  --  o! --   indeed there are,
and without them, none of the few would have ever gained even a
slight notion of what it was that had been gnawing at them
for as long as they could remember,
but to ever reach anything resembling adulthood in this wondrous inner adventure,
you must somehow, on your own, come to the simple, private realization that
all of the various schemes ever contrived by the few
to bring about a radical shift in one’s consciousness of self and life
are but diluted, misdirected efforts to:

It seems not immediately useful, eye opening or Enlightening
to have this directly pointed out before you find it out for yourself --
--  but here it is nonetheless.
If you persist in ThisThing the time will surely arrive when you will suddenly see that there is nothing to read, nothing to hear, nothing to do other than one thing:

There is little to be usefully known about your sausages:
go ahead and look at them (which you no doubt have been doing all of your life),
you can get their whole story in no time:
now look at only the grinder  --   just the grinder;
pay no attention to the sausage coming out  --
there is nothing in it that will assist you at all in your ambition  –  but: