If you are uncertain where your life is going
it sure is good to have memories to fall back on, huh?!
(That was the children's version, here’s the grown up’s):
One man lived his memoirs as he wrote them.
In the city they say: “There’s no time like the present” --  yes  --

Battlefield Definition:
Meditation: a pastry cook’s attempt at warfare.
The certain man is still, even when moving  --
cool, while still in the oven.
    The ordinary verbally fret over the morality of conflict
     when they cannot resist it  --  even within themselves.
          One man named his genetic physical desires after the five
          days of  the work week, and gave his mental hunger over to the week end.
 
 
 
 

Men not capable of their own independent thinking often write famous books explaining the theory thereof.
Words are commonly lauded in the city as a wonderful place to live,
but as a residence they have other characteristics not so often mentioned.
   Plagiarism-as-novo-sophisticated-suicide:
     crows can pass as songbirds simply by imitating the sound of clouds
     and then claiming not to have noticed them.
             One part of every man’s brain steals from other parts:
             below consciousness it is efficient division of labor –
             above --  the stuff of dreams.
 
 
 

Sequential progress is only perceptible to those with straightedge minds.
The world of city mentation: paper –
the certain man’s mind: a compass.
(No one runs a rebel around in circles  --  no sir  --  not as long as he has himself to do the job!)
 
 
 

One man made up games for his mind to play –
then made up some for his emotions to play as well;
guess which of the two wouldn’t play right.
Living, too-close-to-yourself strikes many people as an acceptable explanation for many things otherwise inexplicable.
The realization takes a man from the ventriloquist's act to a magician's  --
whereby he merges with himself:
no more dummy  --  no more operator;
where his mental lap was  --  there he now sits.
 
 

Cows suddenly forced to think-for-themselves can easily slip into convulsions.
Intangible Costs: The price for too long handling illusory items.
(The certain man pays only for cantaloupes and concrete.)
 
 

Those not qualified to independently think
like to believe that men weren’t intended to.
(For those of you too ashamed to ask: if you are not sure you understand exactly what, independent thinking is  --  you’re right.)
    At least the weak can always take some comfort in their genes.
How Science May Have Begun:
Overcast days meant nothing to a housebound blind man with bedsores
until he realized that they gave him the chance to say to his family and nurse:
“You see  --  you canker-brains  --  I told you it would come to this.”
   (The emotional weather in men’s minds is variable  --   meaningless  --  but variable.)
Some men become religious after seeing trains continually disappear over the horizon while the trailing smoke is forever seen.
In the real world  --  only genes will let you down –
but in the real world  --  only genes hold you up;
thus does the certain man never talk to himself about what keeps him going
(words that are not the smoke that leads to trains disappearing
are of no interest to the rebel traveler).
    Wanting to continually, fine-tune your life
    is one of the side effects of having a city life.
Once you understand that life has everyone born left handed,
then inflicts them with the negative connotation of, gauche,
you can then look upon the city dances without becoming entangled and strangled by their innate self flagellation  --   in which you were once an exuberant participant.
 
 

Inside the mind of the certain man  --  everything costs the same.
 
 
 
 

You have a choice: either define your mind, or it will define you.
 
 
 
 

One man concluded that if he could understand why animals never apologize,

The concept of, fiction came about when the first man’s neurons took a
totally unexpected leap and he thought: “Hey  --  you can’t do that!”
(This was later expanded into religion, and other mortal models of recreational reality.)
    Those who, foolishness do not seriously take
    are not by foolishness, taken in.
     (Note: in the city, mind can only be swindled by itself  --   genes’ll stab you.)
The rebel’s mind does not write fiction, but rather continually
RE writes its previous definition thereof.
(Remember: only Saint George can save you from a dragon  --  not George Patton;
when you have worlds of concepts and of concrete,
it is always a matter of the correct man for the correct job
[a workman without the right tools is worse than useless.])
 
 
 
 

Monopolies can afford to be magnanimous  --
“So!  --   that's why life is sometimes nice to me!”
There is no Great Complaint Counter in the sky  --
there is one up in the cortex  --  which a rebel closes down as quickly as he is able.

City news changes very little from day to day –
thus do men’s minds become accustomed-to and satisfied-with the usual.
Even some rebel publishers think:
“Boy, it can be hard having to stir up fresh muck every day.”
The consciousness of the collective will unwitting offer to comfort you
whilst actually dulling your sword –
which is why the ever active thinker mIght accept an unknown C.O.D. package,
but never sympathy.
(“If there was any benefit to feeling sorry for the likes of me  –  I would not be the likes of me.”)
 
 
 
 

Why It Gets Cold  --  And Then Hot:  Life runs to work in the morning.
     Genes will put you in a hell of a fix –
     but they will never lie to you (like someone else we could mention!)
Put into hair conditioner: a man’s hormones become his mental composure.
(Ergo the rebel motto: “Better bald than galled.”)
    The certain man: forever in control by relentlessly pretending to be in control.*
      (Note: humanity the collective is not programmed  to be friendly to you because of
       your acquiescence to a condition of helplessness.
      [Only the dead can believe embalmers suffer over them.])
 
 

*Note for those who have not already discovered it for yourself: the certain-man-pretending
cannot be carried on while angry at the situation about which you are pretending to be in control.