The certain man sees being alive as a roller coaster ride,
and learns to sit up straight in the front car and laugh along with life about the ride;
you are then moving along with the flow rather than being driven by it.
Just like a pitcher trying to control the ball,
you need to put a mental spin on the thoughts your brain throws out.
The way to create your own neural motion beyond that naturally furnished by life
is through pretending to think anything other than what your mind wants to.
The certain man is the only player on the field whose number means nothing.
The certain man has a certain stringent loyalty but lets no one know what it is.
 

At first men established who they are through their actions;
later, by their ideas;
the certain man secretly reverses the process.
 

Consciousness can be pictured as a vaporous, floating cloud in the brain –

Time is consciousness’ attempt to make sense of what seems to it to be
the irrelevant  --  a word not in the dictionary of the certain man.
The mind’s time is where all things it contains are resolved,
by them  eventually evolving into their opposite;
time is the mind’s attempt to obliquely confront
the-great-unknown-force-behind-everything (if there be one).
Every human transaction has three components come actors;
a new house on the market is the result of the bulldozer operator
who cleared the land of all the trees, protrusions and previous structures,
the contractor who constructed the new dwelling,
and the potential buyer who looked it over and said: “I’ll think about it.”

As concerns things in the mind: time solves everything,
since it confines all   --  within the mind;
cram enough wild hyenas in a room and pretty soon
the room will give up.

There are three things: the pertinent, the impertinent,
and that which mind does not perceive.
In some worlds, that which is smallest is the most mechanical;
in all worlds, that which is most mechanical is most difficult to change;
ordinary consciousness is the smallest possible expression of consciousness.
The certain man’s attitude toward the largest things  – and the smallest,
is basically the same.
Any entry into a system is also a potential exit.
Exercise & longevity: which causes which?
Time can seem to change the answer to anything
(which is why the certain man is watchless).
 

Question: How can you tell a dead certain man from a live one?
Answer: No one can but the certain man.
Question: But how can anyone else know if he really can?
Answer: By the fact that he never mentions it.
A change in circumstances can seem to change the answer to anything
                  (which is why the certain man avoids circumstances whenever possible).
 

What if what words say is not their importance,
and the meanings they seem to convey, not their purpose;
what if their real effect is physical and not mental, but men do not realize it?
There is a land where all equations are complete,
and meaningful messages have no verbal form.
Ordinary consciousness feels a depth to itself that is entirely undeserved,
but minds, naturally thin, can conceive it not;
no one is quite so fat as the imaginarily fat.
 

A man who can think
has no interest in what other people think of him;
a man who recognizes what intelligence is
has no concern for how intelligent
other people believe he is;
a man who understands what being a human is
has no interest in humans  --   outside himself (and only him for scientific reasons).
Life means nothing to the dead,
as does death little to the living.
What do men really mean when they say of someone:
“He let his heart rule his head”?
One man’s private motto is:
“Having no future is one hellava interesting way to spend the present.”
 

Everyday, intelligent men are given to say:
“We cannot let reversals and disappointments make us feel that
circumstances are beyond our control, and keep us from recognizing that as conscious, thinking creatures we can free ourselves from the hold of the external world” –
routine consciousness being incapable of directly realizing that its source is
the external world, and that free therefrom  --  it will never get.
The grandest of rivers is forever tied to its teeny fountainhead stream,
and even though the certain man still has his natural-born-consciousness in his brain, he spends no time paddling up to visit it.
While a fish can never be free of the water,
it can cease embracing aquatic nightmares & daydreams.
 

Every relationship is broken up by a third party –
this is why the certain man is first: a couple --
then a mènage à trois, and finally Onan The Barbarian.
On most worlds, the more security --  the less freedom.
One man had some Rules To Live By,
but would never say (even to himself) exactly what they were.
He who really knows how to think can do so without having to use examples;
neural energy unfettered  --  finally turned loose.
Only those who do not understand life  --  take it personally.
Question: do you, by paying attention to a thing, become part of the thing?
 

                   Nothing causes anything  --  everything causes everything.
 

Ordinary consciousness stays prepared to react to all possible circumstances
in a predictable and reliable manner  --
at the slightest provocation, the certain man is secretly set to fly off into deep space, and disappear with his thoughts over the event-horizon.
 

Ordinary consciousness is like a movie screen on which thoughts are shown;
the goober grabber is that the viewer appears to be the screen,
except for the certain man who wills  himself out of the theatre.
The captured warrior is always humbled: do not ever get captured.
 

Ordinary consciousness always seems to, come-to-the-end-of-the-line  –
to reach a terminal frustration point;
the certain man learns to turn this around and releases fresh energy
in an unexpected direction.
Re Brain Templates: for new ideas to be accepted by the mind they must at least partially fit over old established ones to ever make it to the screen of consciousness;
these are the facts of the matter –
the certain man silently says: “Fuck such facts”
and makes non fitting notions fit in anyway.
The only way to get rats out of your house is to force ‘em to go,
As the aggressive approach they always say: “Out of my way!” –
when you realize that the viewer and screen are one,
ideas lose all their aggressiveness.
 

Three are three types of men:
those you recognize, those you don’t and those you can’t;
in front of a mirror, the certain man makes himself the third.
 

Ordinary minds wrestle with the question of: birth vs. environment –
genetics vs. experience, made presently by life to ignore the obvious:
all experience is dictated by a man’s genetics,
and all life arises out of the environment;
the matter in question is really one of: form vs. energy  --
and all mentally conceivable forms coming from energy, and the reality beyond
mental comprehension being that they are both ends of the same serpent.
The certain man plays with exotic neural snakes not to get bitten,
but to find one which will swallow his universe.
 

Ordinary consciousness cannot truly, scan-the-future,
for all its conceptions of tomorrow are replays of the past
(thus does the certain man [probably just as a joke] privately declare: “Screw the future.”)
 

Two lingering aftershocks: the knowledge that nothing is broken –
and that people are incessantly attempting to make repairs anyway.
All nervous systems capable of speech will ultimately prove to have
a critical view of themselves
(this is why the certain man, when given the choice of living in the basement or the penthouse,
will opt for the outhouse).
Mind makes god-like judgements of other organs  --   until they turn sick --
this is why when the certain man is ill, he tries to keep it from himself.
The ordinary are driven crazy so-o-o-o easily,
while it would take a gaggle of Greyhound buses to cause the certain man to
move at all.
Even though everything is not literally, upside-down-&-backwards,
taking this approach will serve you well.
Thoughts are man’s fish gills to the environment;
filtering what flows through them in a genetically programmed manner,
resulting in the man’s mind perceiving a predictable and reliable picture of reality;
the certain man’s cortical goal is to filter nothing,
and to have no mental concept of reality;
he with the realization lets all dogs bark for themselves
                                       (or carps cavil for themselves, if you prefer).
 

Ordinary consciousness is constantly engaged in making mental selections  --
while the certain man’s is continually considering all possibilities;
he alone, in a manner of intelligence normally unknown,
resists the encroachment into his thoughts of: “final decision” –
for him, mental tomorrow never comes  --
his special intelligence has forced the concept from his brain.
 
 

                                Public Notice For The Privately Interested:
                                      Only the few are not in some manner  --   frauds.
                                       In the: I+ not-I =everything equation,
                                       the certain man makes “I” 90% of the formula,
                                       while the ordinary feel the “not-I” to be the ninety.

                                                (Weird, huh?!  how everything always seems to level out  --
                                                  until one day you realize how things work --  and after that --
                                                                    --  nothing’s ever weird again.)