There's a great cosmic train a’runnin’ --
and e’er, (as far as man knows), has it run, and e’er, (so far as he knows), will it run,
but parts of it, man tries to stop;
having never succeeded separates him not from his expectations of doing so.

There's a great cosmic train a’runnin’ –
it runs through man; it runs everywhere around man;
its running is what makes man man,
and its running is what makes possible his awareness of its running;
yet parts of it, man believes should be stopped,
regardless of the mischief this would cause,
which he would realize with a moment’s clear thought.

There's a great cosmic train a’runnin’ –
the words you are reading now are riding thereon,
and what you think about them are passengers also.
The great train rides itself;
the great train steps aside and describes itself;
the great train, in a railroad dream, imagines the train it sees is a train other than itself;
if this was not the only train there is it would be tempting to say that the old dear has jumped its tracks        ----      BUT  ---     have no fear!    It will do you no good anyway –
it is the only train there is, so you will ride it to the end
whether you understand what is going on or not.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A man who knows how to truly wring the most out of his life is one who would offer/try to trade his wholesome biscuits for sweet jam to go on them.

   You can be buried with sugar or buried with salt:
   the cost and significance is the same.

      In the game of life, only your stomach & muscles keep score;
      mind forgets a round, quick's it’s over.

         Nothing man non physically creates actually adds to the nature of life,
         only to the ways of killing time while we live it.

Those who mistake two o’clock for the year two thousand
will be those who perceive luck to roll only downhill,
and that the ill conceived furies of destiny displaces deserved fortune
in the lives of meritorious men..........such as themselves.

   “It’s all a constipational!”
         “You mean, conspiracy?”
   “Yeah......right.”

      The life of man makes no sense unless you realize that life is alive --
      and then it just barely does.......................................in brief glimpses.

         “Man, is anything stranger than the idea of, waking-up?!”
             "Yeah, I know what you mean...................except for not wanting to.”
 
 

You cannot understand what being asleep is,
and if you cannot understand why this is so  --   you can never wake up.
   Or:
   Enlightenment is not enough  --  you must understand what enlightenment IS,
   (and this does not include any explanation with the word God in it).
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A son said to a father:
“In the past when you spoke to me on a matter it was always in great detail --
with many examples to illustrate the point you were making;
but now it seems as though you speak in shorthand.”
      “How experienced were you then?”
“That experienced.”
     “And how experienced are you now?”
“Ah!    --    experienced enough to make the observation.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Something that makes some people feel good
is to hear that famous spiritual teachers are miserable.

   Whenever he was criticized one man would think:
   “Man, are you too late to ride that horse.”

      Icons can be appreciated by artists, and rituals by historians,
      but they are only needed by those with underdeveloped brains.

        Whenever he would do something stupid one guy started saying to himself:
      “Just shows how awake I am!”
 
 

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