No matter how you may verbally fancy it up,
the question for the certain man is always simply this:
“Just now --  was my mind on automatic?”

Mind is scarce constructed to think about something
without thinking something about it.

The ordinary are like people on mentally fixed incomes  --
which would make the certain man the world’s biggest spendthrift.

Allegorical Weather Forecast For Certain Parts Of The Cerebral Country:
Where weak minds gather --  strong winds will blow.
A man determined to generate his own thoughts,
will willfully chase after tornadoes and their kin;
(the storm cellar is no place for the certain man).

Among the ordinary, some believe they have it, all-figured-out (along this line):
“If you don’t have a pancreas, you can’t have pancreatic cancer.”
(Move this up a couple of feet and it makes sense.)

Religion & History: two more examples of mental diversions that got out of hand.

Okay, it’s: Get It Straight Time:
The weather has a choice --
lions have a choice –
azaleas have a choice –
men have a schedule.

Obvious City Fact:
any group of people you do not know –
standing together in plain sight talking  --
are talking about you.
There is no mental fencing available to keep out imagination –
imagination is an unidentified form of confinement.

Consider: even as they swim in their own endless palaver,
if other animals began to talk, men would find it pretentious.
(Do you ever wonder if stars see you in a similar light.)

Collective Man’s Unthinkable Inspirational Thought For The Day:
From the herd  --  help cometh not.
....and yet: it is not truly, every-cow-for-himself  --
not even so with every range  –
it is actually, every-reality-for-itself,
(but it does no good to note it since it makes no sense to an ordinary man’s ear).

One man tried not to let other people make him feel intellectually uncomfortable
(said he): “This is no job for outsiders.”

From: The Survivor's Guide To Life In The Collective:
If thinking’s not possible  --   guessing will do;
if rescue's not imminent  --    hope will see you through.
(An independent mind running across the above might in private say:
“I spit on guessing  --   I pee on hope.”)

Once you can, laugh-at-death, try something really challenging:
laugh/scoff at ridicule and seriousness;
while ordinary minds still never know which way to turn,
the certain man has bought himself a merry go round.

Amongst the ordinary:
facts will eat their own –
cattle will trample their own –
and dead-headed ideas will take up every seat on the bus
no matter how many are available.
When there is no room left to mentally maneuver is when the certain man is satisfied.

Exceptions, anomalies and irregularities are, to the independent mind,
as raisins are to raisin bread
(to the certain man they are as raisins are to rye bread;
his dictionary has but one related word: irrelevant, which is his dust cover on that tome.)

Words have three orders of meaning:
no meaning,
ostensible meaning,
and the profitable explosions they have provided the certain man.
Taking the actual sound of sounds seriously has been the doom of many a songbird
(at least those who stray into areas where cats have stereos and bird call recordings
[this is why the certain man is hesitant to even lend an ear to himself]).

Okay, it’s: Get It Straight Time again:
Oceans have a schedule --
eagles have a schedule  –
wheat has a schedule  –
men have a responsibility.

Any religion that goes much beyond, cross-your-fingers is a bit much (wouldn’t you say).

Telling an unruly dog to “Get out of here” will cause him to swallow you whole;
glaring and ignoring is the certain man’s way of handling it
(in one place known as: The Method Of Superior Neglect).

One man decided to have more fun than anybody in the world  --
and when he discovered how  --  he found it most difficult to share.

One man says: “Just about the time you begin to think that hardly anyone
knows what they are doing, --  help comes along:
you realize that no one does.”

In addition to seeing consciousness’ leisure time activity as it wanting to
comprehend what it is,
it can also be seen as efforts dedicated to denying what it is.

The few not only take being alive more serious than most, but quite possibly --
--  too seriously.

The unexaminable  aspect of life is the only one worth examining  --
--  which turns out (by the by) to be the feature that does the examining.