Question & Answer Time
“Jeeze! --  how can a man take any information  --  even new, surprising information  --  personally?!”
  “A real man can’t.”

If you ride the collective train  --  they will eventually call-out-your-stop.

Ha-rumph! # 1: “Well, who wants to get off when they tell you to!”
Ha-rumph! # 2: “Well, who wanted to hear anything from them in the first place!”

The certain man is only able to ride alone by laying down his own tracks as he goes.

To be civilized is to be dead-on-your-feet;
becoming civilized but once is not on the certain man’s menu;
everyone gets buried one time by the crowd;
the certain man secretly claws his way out of the tomb
only to later willfully demise himself again  --   but on his own terms.

You can trust a man who is dead to your desires even while you can’t yourself.

As he surveyed the scene at the shore, a man mused:
“Everyone is either: on the beach or in the water,
which means I have no choice but to fly."

All animals have their nature;
the certain man, in secret, sheds his,
only to then adopt no other.

The man who is a real man
is he with no thought of who he is.
(Psst!  The flying that the man at the shore mentioned is the soaring away from
one’s common self which would either be on land or in the water
whenever confronted with a situation of dichotomously perceived possibilities;

Men on a mission can never be the friend of the individual;
all movements (political, social, religious) are for the collective;
the certain man’s destiny is beyond all group gatherings,
and entails no one save he --  and saves no one, save he --
(not [as he discovers]  that he was actually ever lost]).

“Oh well! --  All that effort, and all I have to show for it is my life!               Oh well.”

P.S. Those who sense a battle between the collective and the individual
are part of the collective.

As he gazed upon life a man reflected: “Surely --  many, many things are connected  --  but surely not this many!”
Waking up to what is really going on helps only those who wanted to so awaken;
if it happened to anyone else they’d simply get a severe migraine from it.

The idea of life-in-a-herd never frightens any of the cattle therein.

For peaceful sleep, life needs no sedative  --  it has man’s mind.

Anything written today in English, French, German or Italian is a form of plagiarism:
anything appearing in any of the other languages is simple thievery.

Whether they plan to or not: everyone mentally walks not a mile in someone else’s shoes --  but a lifetime;
(the certain man goes barefoot...............................................................once he catches on to the game).

During the times they are popular with the urban herd,
all of man’s second-reality activities are on an equal footing with all others.

Regarding The Kind Of Stuff Served Up In The City:
Since it only hurt when it swallowed,
one man’s mind decided to quit swallowing that kind of stuff.

Handled inattentively:
info-with-an-edge can cut clumsy cows.
(This could be why you never see anything in the pockets of the certain man.)

Military Item: Being civilized but once is like being on a never ending training mission.

One man recently concluded: “I should spend my life doing only what I want to do! --   which does not include --  dying dumb.”

Those who perish as part of a group do so, they feel,
with more dignity than they would have gotten otherwise.

While the body is simply a creature-of-habit  --   the mind is too.

Being dumb is no great disgrace...........well, it doesn’t have to be;
you can pretty well cover it up just by acting real serious and certain of yourself
(you don’t see the questionable I.Q. of cows keeping them from living a forthright life do you).

Wallowing in the mental squalor of others
can save you from having to wallow in your own.

Indeed, indeed: the collective is your friend  --  if you have no friends --
and triple indeed: the man who can think on his own
always has a friend (even when alone).
 
 

As the conductor paced the passenger cars,
one lesson from Train School returned to his mind again and again: