Just as singers generally have no interest in the words of a song,
all they care about is the singing itself, so too with the mind and thoughts  --
all it wants to do is think  --  about what  is pretty much immaterial.
 
 
 

Man invented the concept of god so that there would apparently be someone
besides him who did not approve of what he is.
 
 

The basic responsibility of an ordinary man’s nervous system is to refrain from
crying out to the merry go round:  “Faster, faster!  --  go faster!”
 
 
 
 

Yes, animals too have ritual, but the difference is:
they don’t make anything supernatural out of them.
 
 
 

One man mused: “Being angry is the first step to being an artist” –
what he failed to note is that it is also the terminal step.
 
 
 

As long as ordinary men are kept intellectually dancing
it does not matter whether they believe they like the music or not
(as always: a matter of actions  --   not sounds).
 
 
 

The way in which life supporting solar systems are arranged in this part of the universe is that for a local inhabitant to, look-on-the-brighter-side-of-life
requires that they stand right on the edge of their planet
(those so inclined may supra substitute, mind for planet).
 
 
 

If you can truly picture man being in need of instructions on how to properly be a man
then even if you have misplaced your I.D. card,
there is no doubt about which species you are
(but if the above illusory activity was not necessary, civilization would not have a job).
 
 
 

If you can make men feel guilty about their natural appetites
you can save a bundle on shackles & chains.
(If you can get them to accept submission as their proper condition to begin with,
you won’t have to even spend a cent.)
 
 
 

Okay, face it and be done with it:
the transfer of power is always uncomfortable at first
(you know, like from being mentally helpless to being in charge
[even if it is, certain-man-pretend  --  ‘cause that is all the certain man ever has  --
but unlike with everyone else: it is all his]).
 
 

Attention Earthlings:
There is no such thing as  faux understanding  --  unless you fake it
(in that singular realm of mind & second reality: this is how Odysseus comes to comprehend oceans --  not Jacques Cousteau --  but Odysseus
[only an Ozite can make sense of Oz, and only then if he can transform himself from fictional
to non (indeed a deed paralleling the complex construction of man’s second reality from nothing)]).
 
 

Men who believe that there is an important piece of information being kept secret from man wouldn’t recognize a practical joke if it bit ‘em on the clavicle.
(Kidders come no bigger than life.)
When men do not immediately know what to think next,
they will look around to see what everyone else is thinking.
In life’s great ocean-of-mind: no one is ever left high and dry  --  not for long  --  no sir!
(Only the certain man plays Robinson Crusoe with his own brain topography.)
 
 

The more you believe in fate, the more likely it is to track you down.
(Note: this does not however, mean that it exists.)
 
 

Consciousness: initially a metaphor for the world outside the mind,
but as time went along, the brain expanded its scope
(and not necessarily in ways that pleased the certain man.         [Well  --   la de da!])
 
 

Man’s collective mind says to its members:
“While we may not be original or creative, we are after all --
the intellectual universe’s very best critic.”
 
 

The Law Of The City Ballroom:
Unimportant men are given the talent of thinking that they are
really-y-y important.
(It’s little things like this that make the place work.)
 
 

Owners don’t care what employees want –
(which could shed some light on certain facets of man’s life).
 
 
 

The forest hides many secrets from the ants by telling them that there were no secrets  --   then telling them that there are  --  and then telling them that there aren’t.
(Insects [and other creatures of limited intelligence] kept off balance  --  are kept in check