One man would always slide under his sink to work on his car’s transmission
since doing so kept him out of the weather.
“Hey! Wait a minute: is there some way I could take a similar approach
regarding the work I attempt on my mind?” asks one drenched bystander.
 

There is nothing humorous about being ordinary and living in a dream  --  unless,  
you are ordinary and living in a dream.
“No son, staring and glaring are not the same thing;
 peasants stare  --   the king glares."
 

 One man says that if you can see words as having an
independent life of their own
then adverbs and adjectives are the outlaws of that realm.
 

Those who say they know they live in a state of sleep and want to awaken,
do not know why they dislike the state of sleep --
oh, if they are asked, they will give embarrassing anecdotal examples,
but they cannot precisely say what it is that they dislike about the state they
say they so dislike.
 

More About Humor: People are not funny  --   thought and talk are.
    Excluding their sexuality: people are not interesting  --  their words are.
 

After years of strenuous, constantly frustrating attempts at mental self study,
one man finally confronted his brain: “Are you out of your MIND?!”  --
and it replied: “You should know”  --
to which he responded: "Well, that answers it:
only a crazy creature would make such a statement.”
 

According to one new religion the sole requirement for entry into heaven
is being able to quickly pronounce the plurals of: mongoose, and buttock.
 
 

All that is required to wish others well is to wish them no ill  --  better yet,
reduce the risk of having any type of wishes for them by not thinking about them.
    (“God!  but that I could do that regarding my self!” blurts one man.)
 
 

All good deeds not involving food which men believe they want to do carry with them injury.
 

‘Tis difficult to be thoroughly, rotten-to-the-core,
but a mind-in-the-street can come damn close
(letting your thoughts hang out with the crowd’s),
 

Everyone has some concern about being-popular  --  EXCEPT --
a man who is insouciantly --  popular with himself.
 

When there is nothing-to-you  --  no one can do anything to you
(that is, involving all that illusory Inner-stuff
that so rubs an ordinary man’s life the wrong way).
 

One man notes: “Years ago I adopted a policy of
never allowing a thought to fully pass through my mind about someone
if I would not say it aloud to their face;
I am now working on not letting any thought pass through my mind which
I do not personally invite to do so.”
.........("Yeah, I know,” he adds, “You don’t have to say it: ‘GOOD LUCK!’”)
 

In public places, one man posted this notice:
“I have begun writing my detailed autobiography,
and every one who does not send me one thousand dollars will receive a copy.”
 

A man who takes a flattering comment personally and seriously
stuffs a snake in his shirt.
Only a pitiful, quite normal imbecile will do anything with an unsolicited package delivered to his front door  --  even one wrapped as a gift --
but toss it out the back  --  unopened.
 

One man posits that people seeking enlightenment
actually suffer from some up-til-now, undiagnosed mental abnormality.
(He does say to add a smiley face to his theory.)
 

One sign that the certain man is doing appropriate certain-man-things
is that he does as well with no planning as with.
 

To himself, one man mused: “I may be a nasty son-of-a-bitch  --
but at least I keep it private.”

A man concerned about his personality is concerned about the wrong thing --

If you do not privately understand what is actually important and what is unimportant,
eventually the unimportant becomes important & the important becomes unimportant.
 
 

Those who speak of how having the realization will result in
this or that benefit to other people
are penguins preaching the joys of flight.

Those who do not know what they are talking about
always want it clearly known  --   who is doing the talking.
("Be sure you spell my name right.")
 

Declining to discuss that certain matter, one man said:
“I do not debate ideas with other people  --   I even try not to with myself.”
(This falls under the non codified law:
You-either-know-what-you-are-doing-topside --  or-you-don’t.)
 

A nice thing about doing a translation of a metaphysical work rather than
writing your own is that
therein it is acceptable for you to continually find yourself in spots whereat
you can freely admit that you do not know what you are doing or saying,
amidst the tangled process of translating words and thoughts from a foreign language, and attempting to interpret their intent across a great divide of time,
whereas doing so in the middle of a work which was original with you
would not be so tolerated.
("Whew!" sighs one chap, "Sure glad that has no possible application to just the goings on inside my own brain!")
 

A quirky thing about talk & the investigation is:
knowing how to go about not asking
is what will ultimately get you the answer.
 

When one man read the ancient metaphysical dictum:
“Silence is as informative as talk,” he thought:
“So what the hell stops me from shutting up!”
 

That which is useful to the certain man is not proven to him by argument  --
even from himself --   especially from himself.
 
 
 
 

When facing a wooden fence with small cracks between the slats,
moving your head from side to side produces the same visual effect
as does a person walking past on the other side,
so that the same sensation can be caused in your brain by
someone else --  or by the way you look in their direction;
does anyone care to apply this to your mind’s apparent scrutiny of itself -- (that is):
thought looking at thought, and then ask:
is thought actually seeing itself, or does its attempt to do so
produce whatever impression it gets from its efforts?

"Father, do you ever tell me anything you know is not true?"