Simple fish believe they are captive of the school;
those a bit more sophisticated believe ‘tis the water that confines them,
and a few, very few more develop what is for fish,
an enlarged mind and inner sight whereby they are capable of seeing,
and processing information beyond the school or even the water  --   indeed --

The collective loves a cheerful giver  --  as long as
what he contributes adds to the myopia of all
(and if you are interested in being so charitable, it's easy:
all you have to do is do whatever you would do naturally).
 

Life loves an enthusiastic giver to man’s collective mind  --
he sets such a good example for the other prisoners.
 

The peril of staying local & self-centered in your thinking is that everything that happens to you, rather than becoming material for fresh study about life and yourself
becomes just another personal anecdote to tell.
 

All of the body’s interests are self-centered and properly so,
same too for an ordinary man’s mind,
but when it comes to realizing what is really going on in the game of life:

Man’s fascination with outer space is an unrefined reflection of
the mind’s desire to break free from its innate mental sphere,
and move far enough away from itself to get an outsider’s, objective view of
what it really looks like.
 

The mind like the body is made to re act –
the certain man forces his to do something else.
 
 
 

After undertaking the great struggle,
and commonly falling lax,
one man finally  --   put himself on notice!  --
and when that didn’t do any good  --  he put himself on FURTHER notice!  --
and when that didn’t work, said: “I can keep this up as long as you can!”
 

One man says he cannot understand why people pay good money to talk to counselors and psychiatrists when they already have a paid-for mind
that is just as dumb, confused and uncertain as a professional.
 

And one man proclaimed: “I am a professional  --  which in the city means that
I do not have to know what I am doing;
being known as a professional covers that.”
(Sounds like what your mind pulls on you all the time, huh?!)
 
 

The thing about verbally labeling something about you which you consider to be
a problem,
is that you then tend to expend your energy in continual mental reference thereto
as a substitute for any actual assault thereon.
The mind believes:
“Once we start talking about a particular problem  --- we’re making progress”  --
(which is okay if you live in the city and are satisfied there).
Unreconstructed urbanites can sit in an arctic sidewalk café,
dreaming of a south sea excursion, and be quite satisfied without ever going there;
for the collective: a doubled barreled bonus;
for the certain man: a misdirecting mental two step that must be continually seen to.
 

If fish are held by the ocean,
and  the oceans are held by the planet,
and the planet is held by the solar system,
and the solar system is held by the galaxy,
and they all are held by the universe,
a fish who is conscious of consciousness at least exists less in
a sea of imaginary ins & outs.
"In this man’s army, private: pretending you’re in control
is as close as you’re ever gonna come to being in control."
 

City minds invented fiction in the feeble attempt to conjure up something
more fantastic than life itself
(only the ordinary ever believe they’ve succeeded).
 
 

As long as he was on drugs one man didn’t care what happened to him,
and when he was on drugs the things that would generally happen to him
were the kinds of things that would not happen to him when he was not on drugs;
he eventually concluded that his mind entered into all of this somehow,
what with it being the world’s largest supplier and consumer of drugs.
Another man thought he was demon possessed –
then realized it was just his thoughts.
Standing on the dock, a son asked a father:
“Why can a ship sail into the wind, but not the wind into itself?”
(not the mind into itself, my dear)
and the father countered:
“Better still consider: why can a ship/thoughts make headway by sailing into the wind,
but if the wind tries to sail into itself  --  nothing  moves?”
 
 

No one’s story is ever told until they tell it  --
then it is everyone’s story  --   just like it was to begin with.

The king always has traitors in court  --  but not to fret:
they make up the court;
all a true monarch has to fear is his own crown slipping down over his eyes,
blinding him
(the certain man understands that the facts never hurt  --
only paper cuts and stabs to the stomach do).

You can suspect the worst! –
you can suspect the best –
the man on the move begins to suspect the mental thing doing his suspecting.

Being conscious of consciousness forces you to be less automatic;
every human knows this  --   find one who lives by it
                                                           (p.s. you know where to look).
 
 
 

The Four Stages Of A Rebel:
“I wanna be a rebel.”
“Do I look like a rebel to you?”
“Why can’t people see that I am a rebel”  (and finally):
“Rebel? --  what’s a rebel?”

Those-who-know  carry no I.D.  --  I mean, identifying speech.
 

If you accept your natural born mind’s analyses of what life is about  --
you live in a dream, no matter your mind’s particular assays  --   but, not to worry:
if your primary place of residence is in your mind  --  it doesn’t matter anyway.
 

In fact, the great thing about being ordinary-minded is that:
nothing matters
(and indeed it seems a shame that the ordinary cannot be aware of this,
[‘course if you’ve taken to roaming around on your own outside the city,
you’ve got a whole other ocean of fish to fry]).
 

The Metaphor And Reality Of Suicide As The Ultimate Weapon:
one man:
carried a gun,
had a knife,
kept poison, and as back up
had a book of Philosophy and an electric guitar.

Life will tolerate almost anything except:
a mouse holding up the sky;
fish drinking their ocean
a tree trying to take its leave, and a man attempting to.....well,
a man attempting to do almost anything unexpected,
(such as doing his dance with life while making it obvious that
he has in his pocket the metaphorical threat of suicide).
    The closest a component in a closed system can come to being forceful
    is pretending to be.
        Another way to tell that your mind is truly civilized
        is if it will struggle for survival as intensely as will the body –
        those who've soared sufficiently far from the local site however,
        are no longer interested in this illusionary life-&-death resistance.
 

There was once a man who discovered a quite unattractive creature in his back yard,
and after pondering what to do about the situation for a number of years
he finally asked the creature if it would go away if he stopped thinking about it
                                                                    (only the certain man knows what the creature replied).
 
 
 

If city mind had nothing to worry about --  it would worry about that   --   and does!
                                                                                                                           (in case you haven’t noticed).
 

Being conscious of consciousness is to be less at its immediate mercy.
 
 
 

After a night of hard drinkin’ (and speeded-up, tinker toy thinking),
one man would sometimes say to himself:
“The inside of my head tastes almost as bad as the inside of my mouth”
(his brother says the moral of this is probably that under certain conditions
you should keep both your mouth and mind shut).
 
 

Wolves run only with wolves;
lions only with lions,
but human minds will run with anything
(and in the city can can be heard deep sighs of gratitude for its lack of any discrimination).
In the web of man’s collective consciousness:
everyone’s thoughts are dancing with everyone else’s thoughts
(the certain man‘s mind is not a wallflower, but a flower beyond the ballroom wall).
The useless seriousness that permeates city dance floors comes from routine minds
taking any one strictly mental thing to be more important than any other;

Thinking in ordinary ways about ordinary affairs is quite acceptable,

There are no support groups to join for the expansion of consciousness.
“Help!”  cried a fish: “I am out here all alone.”
    “What’s wrong with you, you fool  --  can’t you see the life all around you?!”
“No --  all I see is water.”
     “You foolish fish.”
 

Being conscious of consciousness alters sight and depth perception.
 

Compared to the numbing number of things which ordinary people believe would
make them better people,
rebels are different;
they only see being-more-conscious as what would do it for them.
 

To be conscious of what you want
as opposed to what your city born mind says you want  --
is to finally be conscious.