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THE ROAD GOES ON FOREVER --
AND EVEN IF IT DOESN'T --
YOUR FEET DO --
WHICH IS THE SAME THING
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October 3, 2002
©
2002: JAN COX
THE
ANSWER TO EVERYTHING IS THE QUESTION TO NOTHING:
TODAY
WE TAKE UP THE NOTHING
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Though
he considers what he has done in achieving the
realization
to
be the only worthwhile thing he has ever done,
the
certain man is not proud of what he has done;
activity
that you can be proud or not proud of having done
was
activity you had to do and was thus no reflection of you anyway;
the
certain man acts only when there is no alternative to acting --
but
he does not fool himself thereabout.
One man used parentheses when he was unsure what to say –
same as he used acting when he was unsure what to do,
and thought when his mind was at an impasse.
Concedars
one chopper: “Being too clever by half
was part of my basic gaffe.”
No
one recognizes intelligence -- but everyone, pustidity.
Why
save your assumed, best-side for a future day –
it's
cattle call now, and scaramouch is always being cast.
Admits one usher: “My biting wit long tickled me
'til what humor hides I could see."
The certain man’s stage-hero & thespian role model is: the cement block.
Words
that rhyme have a secret metaphorical connection even if they do not realize
it,
but
if words knew what they were talking about they wouldn’t need men to say
them for them.
And
one man muses: “Sentences try as hard to please
as a greased-up barrel on its knees.”
To
try to explain the
realization
you can use explicitness, or vagueness,
but
whatever is tried results in fragmenting the apple
(and remember what that did to adam).
Commenting
on another man’s comments is the outstanding effort to
bronze
Zephyrus’ baby shoes.
Dunces idolize gods;
too hip dunces, men;
too dunce dunces, themselves.
A man impressed with himself could not (to
the realized mind)be
less impressive.
While
not ashamed of his neural lineage, one man thought:
"I do not want to be known as a ‘chip-off-the-old-block’.”
One
man always wanted to look-good --
always
wanted to smell-good --
some
people even say they want to be
good;
hogs gotta swim,
skunks gotta fly,
the certain man's wants won't
fit in his I -- (as
in: "I want").
All
thought about thought-only things will rebound on you;
booting
the kicker for a touchback;
ergo
the certain man (singular thinker though he be) stops
thinking as soon as possible
(at least ceases to follow through on his thought-kicks.)
A
dog mindlessly barking loses no barks,
while
a certain man’s brain mindlessly thinking puts him to a distinct deficient,
(of what, only he can tell).
One
man saw a cake he did not want to cut;
"Too
beautiful?" he was asked: "No" he replied;
"Then,
what?" he was asked: "I do not know" he replied,
all
he knew was that he did not want to cut the cake.
"No comment" said in the strictly private realm
is the only comment worthy a real man's mind.
The
unsung song is greater than any song ever heard.
It
takes muscle to DoTheThing;
first,
understanding of what must be done
(almost impossible
to absorb) then pure, brute muscle and concentration to do
it.
Closing your eyes/I's
causes weakness in muscles.
Not a pretty metaphysical sight -- but the actual one.
The
only worthwhile writing regarding DoingTheThing
are
unlabeled histories of one man's journey;
all
others are in truth, substitutes for
travel.
Defining
yourself makes you
blurry --
not
more distinct and individual, but less --
more
of just brain-waves and less of a ME.
Everything
bad that happens to man outside genetic illness
comes
about through lack of exertion,
and
all lack of exertion is due to lack of attention,
and
all lack of attention is genetically determined,
thus
the certain man’s chances are about a wolf's of winning a song competition.
Through
normal intelligence & thought are normal men born,
and
by achieving the
realization
of what thought is
does the certain man live
again
directly connected to mother’s womb.
“Go
back where you came from!”
“I do not know where that would be.”
“Try
any way.”
“But I do not even know how to try.”
“If
you would but remember that you would be well on your way.”
Regarding:
The Wealth Of Debtor & Doubtful Nations:
The
more you have -- the greater your bewilderment.
Fair’s fair -- even when ‘tis not just.
“You’re
in over your head, Susannah -- just you wait and see --
just you wade ‘n sea.”
There
are endless waves of energy to which man's brain & tongue give voice;
let
your eyes/I's
relax,
and just drifttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.
The muscles required to maintain TheThing
need a sustained concentration
unknown to man except under extremely threatening physical conditions;
in This
there are none -- the concentration comes from inner will alone.
No
thing can/will of itself, wake-you-up
(certain food, exercise, meditating, reading), but any thing (such
as the parenthetical above) can put you to sleep.
Anyone who urges you to, “Stick-around” is not your friend
--
even if it comes from your own mind.
Remember: no matter what anyone else says:
taking a hundred vitamin pills a day will make you feel like
you took a hundred vitamin pills that day.
There
is: The Realization,
and the: DoingTheThing,
and
technically there is no evidence of a connection between the two,
but
from the certain man's experience -- there must be --
-- not unlike that twix breathing and fresh, crisp air.
Though
it can seem sort of funny,
there
is nothing laughable about ordinary people, and their living in a mental
dream.
Leave
dead fish to smell for themselves.
Says
one man: “I used to be serious -- until I died” –
notes
his twin: “I was always funny -- ‘til he
perished,
and
made me realize what was really going on.”
When one man was told that he reminded someone of The
Earl Of Shatfbury
he thought: “Interesting! -- I do not even remind ME of me.”
Let
useless noses rot on their own face.
J
No song's
so sweet
's'from a
cement block.
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