Since mortal change is an illusion only illusory people change.

For fun one man would periodically suddenly leap out in front of a mirror to see
if he could catch himself
(just between us: a man who cannot catch himself is not what you would call quick).

Slow thoughts are always friendly thoughts --
thoughts with enough free time to nod to one another and say: “Howdy, pardner”
(the certain man is a tad more particular about who he lets his mind associate with).
 
 
 
 

How Mind Works # 187 (another one regarding how it commonly gets things bassackwards):
City folk believe that some certain men become hermits
as a method to achieve the realization.

One man sent imaginary messages back to his ancestors of an often insulting nature;
(he assures you that they will  grasp precisely what he is up to).

On one world the people who make up the news also make up the future --
no one realizes this of course or they would cancel the subscription   --
    “To what?  --  the paper or the future?”
 
 

A man who will sic his thoughts on his emotions
would probably sic a mad dog on an infant (or vice versa).
 
 
 
 

An ordinary man’s daily inner life passes through more and varied internal time zones than the Moscow to Sumatra Express.
Everybody’s mind is by nature partially and permanently disoriented  --
only those who dig this out for their self realize anything even resembling liberation.
A man who’ll fuck with his feelings’ll probably fuck with most anything.
 
 

The ladder, up in the city is a purely illusory one –
though coming down is real enough.
 

“Human attributes” which humans have attributed to themselves
are like consolation prizes for half eaten train tickets.
A man proud of being a human is nothing to be proud of:
one ashamed of being human has nothing.
The certain man is neither proud nor ashamed of being a human.......well,
he could be........but nobody knows for sure.......especially him......
......he doesn’t talk about such matters when alone
[have you ever noticed that no one ever notices that without words  there are no human attributes.])
 
 
 

How Mind Works # 98:
City folk believe that some certain men cease speaking
as a means to accomplish their special destination.
 
 
 

All mental steps up in the city are imaginary –
but this is how things are  --  and this is how things work
(only men with perverse thirst care how the water system operates).
 

Miles’ Verse: One of the striking characteristics of mind’s myths is that
the damn things can’t seem to be worn out or over used;
Trane’s Version: One of the goosey characteristics of mind’s thoughts is that
there seems to be no damn end to them
(Red passed on his chorus as he noodled around with his newly, diatonically tuned limbic system).
 

Everyone is a continual spectator of everyone else’s train leaving the station,
and not comprehending that the earth is round  --  feel despondent;
once you get a clear view of the station in you –
there is nothing in life after that to lament
(‘cept maybe that The Carter Family and The Isley Brothers never got to record together).
A man who will try to play Flight Of The Bumble Bee within the confines of a diatonic scale is the sort of chap who will not let his thoughts be over run by his feelings --  leastwise in instances wherein had it not been for what his thoughts heard --
--  then repeated,
his un speaking feeling would not be in their instant running conditions.
   All in mostly all:
     after they have been led in some particular direction by his thoughts  --
  a man who will take,  from his own emotional innards,
   no, yes, allegro, or: "play-it-in-Ab" for an answer
     will stay forever in a well (same as everyone else) --
     but one more constricted than absolutely required.
 

Men who believe that god talks to them are like cows who simply cannot
accept the fact that, “Moo” is the perfectly proper communication between their kind.
When you do not realize what is going on you spend a lifetime pestered by
a persistent nagging in your head that says others are commonly speaking in terms  --   thinking in concepts  --  that while literally comprehensible to you, yet somehow seem to be just on the verge of being a foreign language and alien form of mentation;
getting your feelings  --   no  --  forcing your feeling into synch with your thoughts
lifts from your routine mental city, a quite tiresome, normally ignored fog.

Example # 88:
Death alone can trump emotions –
a thing about which they would have no knowledge had not thoughts informed them;
find the practical application of this model between your mind and
everything it thinks it knows (all of the stuff that’s showed up there thus far in your life)
and all of the troubles of life are plainly seen as the illusions they are,
ergo are you freed from the pursuit of illusory change in your life.