Serious, steady drinkers say that the problem with teetotalers is:
when they wake up in the morning, that is as good as they are going to feel all day,
and something similar goes on between a man-who-knows and everyone else --  but, the latter are not aware of it  --  and the former won’t tell about it.

   Men who say that they know The Truth  --  and will agree to describe it,
   climb trees wearing no underwear.

       In the head of one who really knows what is going on,
       there are no supporting undergarments (such as: talking-about-it).
 

Humanity has spread out, a map the size of Earth (and then some)
over which they constantly squabble concerning destinations they have penciled in.
While this is going on, a man who knows is over by the water cooler.
Moral: It’s great to finally be where you are going --  once you know where that is.
Moral Moral: The sure fire way to never get there is:
haggling over man’s jerry rigged map.
   In the zoo on one planet, animals are kept confined by drawings of bars.
      Nibber's Tip: Nothing is so tasty as mental addiction.
 

One man says that compared to the rest of the body’s operations,
the electrical activity responsible for thought is not substantial enough
to be classified as actually molecular:
he further notes that this insight  --
as significant as it seems to him  --
also feels a bit shaky  --  since it came to him in the form of a thought.

If what troubles you, eating & exercise cures  --  it cannot be cured  --  only understood.
   “But Paw, I’m still sunburned.”
        “But now you know the cause.”
   “Wow!  --  you’re right!    Now I feel much better.”

         Note: People whose eyes cannot tolerate looking at a factual map
         will pretend what that they see is a parody of some actual place.
             All stubbed neural toes are avoided by inner sedentarism
             (seasoned by liberal doses of righteous irritation with the status quo).
 

On one planet is a runaway train that chases down and barrels through everyone;
most of the creatures there do not notice it  --
they stay way too busy thinking & talking about the train under a different name.
In your own, inner solar system, calling Mercury, Pluto will keep it far from the Sun --
(only in the crass, material world outside of you are things too dumb to play this game.)
 

Men have long held that: Good medicine tastes bitter --
but this only holds true for inner-reality ills;
when something cannot be cured, the frustration of trying
is worse than the original something.
“Paw: if I understood that fully, would I be fully enlightened?”
      “Hell!   --  you wouldn’t even be here.”

                 Thinking that you are struggling to solve an inner-reality problem
                 is like believing you are playing with an always hungry tiger:
                                                    hungry tigers don’t play.

“What is the funniest thing you have ever seen?”
    “A man addressing a crowd asked them to divide themselves into two groups: those who felt they had some control over their thoughts, and those who did not feel they did, and he specifically instructed everyone to stop all movement –
to be perfectly still and quiet,
and for each person, in their mind to ask their self:
‘At this very moment: do I or do I not have any control over my thoughts?’  --
why I laughed so hard I split my pants!"

Just as hormones fill teenagers’ heads with the idea of love,
so too do they fill everyone's head with the idea of ideas.
 

At the beginning of every sentence he uttered, one man inserted the word, “Lo” --
until he got so sick of hearing it that he stopped talking.
“Son, whenever you find anything that works for you --
use it ‘til you wear the bastard plumb out!  --   
--  then immediately start looking for something to replace it.”
 

To be fulfilled, ordinary people must feel themselves part of a tradition;
to ever see what is going on, the certain man must create his own.
 

Humanity is a herd of animals, the only ones harboring shattered dreams –
yet living lives all other creatures would die for.
 
 

One man deliberately TERRIFIES himself mentally  --  “Hey,” says he,
“Can’t find anyone else to do it right.”
 

Stupidity has three abodes: where you say it is in others;
where you believe it is in you,
and where it really is  --   (which is nadawhere).
 

Skinny children reflect badly on their parents;
wanting minds, on real men.
(One man says: "I can't bear to be licked!" 
[Should it be assumed he makes reference to the lizard story circa 9/4/02.])
 

People enjoy conveying bad news because it is one of the only times in their lives
when they can even appear to have anything important to say.
 

One man suddenly asked himself: “Who died and left me in charge?!  
Hey!  --  me  --   that’s who.”
 
 

Those with nothing worthwhile to talk about,
always want to talk about something specific,
while a man who knows something worthwhile he could talk about,
will talk about anything....................................(or either will not at all).
 
 

"Being dramatic is the sign of a dunce."
    (“How about: acting passionate?”
     “Same deal.”)
 

Only at night does some men’s true self emerge;
others during the day  --   dream theirs does.
 
 

“Those who look intelligent  --  are intelligent.”
     “Really?!”
“Well  --  as intelligent as everyone else.”
         No feast lasts forever but death.....no, that should say: "but recycling"...
        ....what the hell  --  take your pick.
 
 

You are able to do more if you never mention what you have already done.
 
 

Wishing others ill puts the wisher in a dream.