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Grabbing The Reins Since Tracehorses Started Passing For Racehorses
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AUTHORITIES  CONCLUDE  THAT:
THE  MORE  THINGS  CHANGE
THE  MORE  THE  PEOPLE  WANT  IT PROCLAIMED  TO  BE  OTHERWISE
(HEY, WHAT ARE AUTHORITIES FOR!)

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  November 14, 2002                                                        © 2002: JAN COX
 
 





NEWS FROM PLACES YOU HAVE BEEN IGNORING
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One man had a song to sing,
he sang it once,
he sang it twice;
he thought it neat,
he thought it nice –
but somewhere after the ten zillionth time he began to have second thoughts   .............................................................................”Hummm.......................................”
 
 

The certain man’s repertoire is empty –
its fullness  --  a mirage.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Important Notice Concerning Awareness:
If you are not a consistent witness to its comings and goings –

--  you’re not aware of much.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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One man attempted to strike a deal with his mind, saying to it:
“Look --  if I don’t tell you what I’m trying to mentally do,
will you not always be telling me what you’re up to?” and he knew he was in trouble when his mind asked him to repeat what he had just said
because it said it hadn’t been listening.
 
 

The certain man speaks loudest when alone with himself  --
without saying anything.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Due to the constant paucity of exciting sensations,
men continue to look for them in the past (that is):
in their own, less civilized nature.

    PLEASURE
    Those without interest in the mind,
    only down lower, will it find.

        All enjoy the pool,
        but with his head always above water,
        the certain man frolics in two realms simultaneously.
 
 

If you stop your treading –
                                                     you swap it for bedding.
                                                     ................(Sleeping with the fishes, even your dreams smell.)
 
 


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One man had a really neat piece of machinery
which could do things nothing else could do –
but which was subject to numerous variables --
so much so that the machinery and the variables eventually merged and became one  --   just as he had been before the neat machinery came into his life.
 
 

The certain man appreciates automation as well as the next machine.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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The ordinary tell many tales whose moral is that man should not make deals with
evil forces,
but the reason not understood is that from either possible view of the bilateral mind,
all bargains, deals and compromises will ultimately become indistinguishable from malevolence.

For the early morning hiker there can be no vague time ‘twix sleep and wake, or place ‘tween solid and shaky;
his crucible is: effort or else inertia,
he knows what is to be done and the only deal to be struck is in the doing it.
 

There was a man who had a tent that had the ability to stand steady on the sheerest sides of the steepest slopes,
and all that was required to use it was  --  remembering that he had it.
 

The balance of the certain man is based on the fact that he has no where else to turn;
he can whip the tent out –
throw it on the ground  --
then glare it down.

One man’s motto and guiding principle was: “Let’s be blunt about all this!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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One man had an automatic answering machine  --  boy!  did he ever!  --
which repeated things he had said and had heard said  --  boy!  did it ever!  --
and it did so oblivious to his desires or immediate interests  --
man! you can say that again!  –
'til he finally decided: “Enough is enough!”         --        (for all the friggin’ good it did him).
 
 

The certain man (after the age of seventeen) is careful about any new machinery
he allows into his home
(figuring one semi robot per household is plenty).
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Question: Why do you never see men who know what is going on standing over their own grave saying: “Oh, how we will miss him!”
(Hint: There is more than one answer.......................................................[if you’re an idiot.])
 
 




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Regarding Aggression:
Though sometimes annoying, if you do not recognize it as a natural house fly
your potential as a transcendental entomologist is severely restricted.
 
 

The certain man swats only what in his front parlor first takes a swipe at him.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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It seems that ordinary men must hear something many more times than once
for them to believe it, or even find it interesting
...............................................(you might care to cf. this with the perception of the certain man).
 
 




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A man found himself in a cave through which a river flowed,
so deep that at times it threatened to fill the space and drown him;
so constantly churning that often he was unable to distinguish himself from the water;
but at odd times it would settle and recede, and he could somehow stand outside the situation and see that he was still separate from the river that had most become his entombing home  -- and he eventually began to wonder if in fact it was his observing that caused the water to slow and grow shallow.
 
 

The ordinary carry with them their own stormy weather –
the certain man is wet only when it is wet outside  --
and then only wet on HIS outside.

J
 
 
 
 
 

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