Everyone who talks about the realization has a personal agenda regarding it  --  except for the certain man  --   he has it --
and understands there is nothing personal about it.
 
 
 

Where life is flourishing in the city,
ballrooms will tolerate even the least promising dance teams, such (for instance)
that even lint brained leaders may find attract some lint brained followers.
Do not twaddle away your time by saying: “Let the music play” or by asking:
“For whom the music plays” --   for it is always playing and it is always for us.
 
 
 

Mind As The Measurer Of All Things Mortal:
Life gives every man a stop watch;
puts him up close to a  race track,
then runs over him.
    And where are you in the Winston Cup Standings this year, Bubba.

         “The more I pretend to be in control of a situation the less I appear.”
              “To be in control?”
         “Of what?”
 
 
 
 

Cells want to fuck  –
humans want to relate  --
god knows what those-who-know want to do.
A cell, an electron and a priest walked into a bar and the bartender said:
“We don’t serve life in here” and they couldn’t decide which of them this was aimed at.

One man could actually feel his mind working................................well, he said he could.
 

Serious Person’s Footnote:
The above, as described, could never happen  –
but unless you can do it, you’ll never know whether it can or not.

                             “Check the left front tire and tighten up my head.”
                                     “Gasket?”
                             “Yeah............right!”
 
 
 
 
 
 

The collective understanding of man is like a herd in which
the denser cows are not barred from leadership roles
                                               (same situation as in your own head).
 
 
 
 
 

The connection between words and the realization
is like that ‘twix the highway into L.A. and the fact that L.A. does not exist.
                                  Many a man keeps driving the race,
                                  merely to save face.

If your inner residence was on fire, what would you save first? --
the certain man would just walk away  --
thankful that he had already constructed an alternative.

The free range cow’s credo is:
“I don’t wanna live anywhere that wants me.”
 
 
 
 
 

When tired --  genes wanna lie down –
when tired  --  neurons wanna figure a way to lie down;
when tired  --  the certain man shoots himself  --  in someone else’s foot.
 
 
 
 

Fact: the more independent you get the easier it is to doctor yourself
(which is really somewhat of a trick fact inasmuch as
the freer you are to move about inside yourself the less sick you should be anyway).
Follow-Up Fact: See!  --  if you do not immediately take a fact to be
only what it seems to be, you can always wring more out of it  --
and it is this unnecessary more that makes all the difference.

It is not correct to say that man is not born with any on-board instructions
regarding how to intellectually be a man –
the unrecognized ones he comes with tell him: “Go find instructions”.
Humanity-the-herd is a forever work-in-progress –
the independent certain man is a piece of abandoned art
                                       (but don’t get weepy  --  it's by his own doing).
 
 

One man’s ancestors threw him for a loop
so he tossed them from his thoughts.
Not only does history not exist  --  but it does not so in two directions;
thus when the certain man can’t get it done right this instant, he jumps up and shouts: “Okay --  ain’t nobody getting off this train ‘til I figure out what’s going on.”
 

One man began to make his old original self so intellectually uncomfortable that he actually started to kinda like the old sot
…..(well, to find it tolerable).
 

Tightening the mind in a particular way can result in a loosening of emotions.
    “See  --   I told you that neurons and hormones aren’t deadly enemies,”
           “Yeah, but that alone doesn’t tell me much.”
 
 
 
 

No sane city man will venture on a trip unless he has some solid idea of
where he is headed --   or unless someone else described the destination to him
(no matter how improbable) –
the truly independent do not bother with such pissant sojourns.
 

The certain man is plain spoken  --
hormones are non spoken  --
neurons are somewhere in between
(favoring however, the gibberish end of the scale).
“Say Dad, is that why you speak so little?”
   “Only when you are listening son.”

                  “Okay Professor,  explain to me again how this one piece of equipment
                    can both transmit information and receive it also,
                    and act as though it weren’t the origin of the transmission.”
 
 

For those with the hunger & potential: the words of one who knows can be something different from
those of the ordinary; it is based on the assumption that such are out there that this daily feature is writ.