“Ranchers always try to convince cows that their interests are the same.”
     “Why do they even bother --  everybody knows how stupid cows are.”
“Cows stupid? --  it’s the ranchers talkin’ to ‘em and tryin’ to win ‘em over!”

Everyone survives by either growing something, or promoting something,
(always inedible, by the way).
If you want you may ponder this in regard to men always promoting themselves,
and the question of their ever growing.

"Why it's downright shocking     --     and exhilarating --
how everything  --   down to the tiniest pieces --  fits.................when you see that it does."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

All of man’s cultural studies are the mind’s unrecognized attempt to study itself
while not directly looking at itself...........which most people cannot do anyway.
There are in truth only two studies; science (that of the physical world),
and everything else (which is the attempted survey of the human mind itself,
no matter how oblique or camouflaged the endeavor be);
ChasingTheThing is doing it out in the open  --  where failure can be recognized
for what it is  --  and be embarrassing     ----     (a little humor..... perhaps).
 
 
 
 

Men do not want to be mentally peaceful, nor do they want others to be:
when not chasing food, the body likes to be placid:
the mind, on the other hand, is always hungry for excitement and  spice;
news, advertising, gossip, propaganda, your day dreams,
and all forms of so-labeled, leisure-time-activities being clear demonstrations thereof.
 
 
 
 
 
 

The metaphysically minded (and other fans of the inner reality) are given to describing their activities as, The Exploration of new dimensions  rather than what it is:
the creation thereof,
(but what else is to be expected --  that is after all, the one and only way that specialized world expands and survives.)
 
 
 
 
 
 

A despot said: “If I wanted to subject a people to a grueling and relentless punishment
I would have them governed by a philosopher ” --
(this is actually what life said regarding man's mental kingdom).
 
 
 
 
 

“I have read your writings,
but could you tell me more specially what it is you are talking about.”
   “What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know.”
    “You’ve got it.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

A person wanting to get to the bottom of things is like a man in a village
who does not like the others   --   when they are around   --
because when they are  --  he becomes just like them.

Parts of man’s brain are brilliantly probing  --  and others,
                         astoundingly credulous in comparison.
 
 

In the jungle a man is known by the number of people he has killed;
in the city, by the amount of wealth he has collected,
and in the one place that counts --  they keep no accounts.

(The worth of a man-who-knows   --  only he knows;
others are free to speculate  --  same as are snails on next year’s Preakness winner.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A son came into the house and said to the father: “Billy down the block says that to do what you did to get-to-the-bottom-of-things takes someone half brilliant & half crazy.  What do you say to that?!"
   “I say: is there any chance I could trade you for him?”
 
 

 Far too easily is the noting of irony taken for understanding  –  especially by the noter.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

One man, long chasing the answer,
said, somewhat sardonically, to his thoughts, following another of their comments :
“Don’t try to help!”      ----       (as though they had ever done so).
 
 
 
 

The following fact alone should be sufficient to profitably jar a receptive mind:
there is nothing a man can forget concerning non physical matters
that will do him any harm.
  “Now you point it out!”  groans one man.
 
 

When one man read:
“Two are truly in love if they cannot keep a secret from each other,” he wheezed:
“I’m a dead man if my wife finds out about my mind and me!”
 
 

When you hear men talk, if you cannot tell that everyone in the world is being
fed their thoughts from the same source you are deaf  --   or not listening.
At any given instant, all of mankind’s ideas concerning their inner reality
are just repetitions of the same theme.        Bor-ring!      --     and meaningless as well.
 
 

People who talk about their self have something to conceal   --    the fact that
there is nothing about them worth concealing.
(Free Bonus Point: Anyone who ever refers to their self by name
has no more notion of what humans are than does a fern, or a pressure valve on a water heater.
 
 

The only men who will die for an idea
are men who do not understand the nature of ideas.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Even though words are ultimately of no consequence,
once a man knows what he is doing in his investigation,
he can make valuable use of them by constantly reframing his descriptions to himself of what he is studying.
 
 

“I figure that if you live long enough, everything that could happen to you will.”
 
 

..................“Say --   what month is this anyway?”