In one city prison, to help keep the inmates pacified, especially those who believe
they are involved in plans that might actually lead to escape,
the authorities surreptitiously put a drug in their food that encourages such a belief.
 
 
 

For the sake of stability,
                           clarity,
                           sanity,
                           peaceability,  and appearances
                           one man refrained from saying about half of what he wanted to.
 
 
 

Moving Around In The City:
Those with no where to go are constantly wanting to go some where.
The certain man is cautious which choo choo he connects his ticket to
(usually, The Atchison Topeka & Santa Me).
 
 
 

The delicate structure of, existence-within-confinement is such that
none therein can see it.
 
 
 

The choice is: listen to what life is saying through man’s collective consciousness,
or tune in directly for yourself
(the finest receiver in the universe is the certain man’s mind).
 
 

All who have thoughts have been, by the collective  --  civilized once;
the independent thinker, by his own hand   --   twice.
 
 

Consider: If man is not programmed to naturally know what is best for him  --
or if he is, and will not do it, then consider:
of what good is any advice to man?!
 
 

As long as the fish can be kept bitching about the nature of water,
no guard is needed at the aquarium.
(Let us now sing the praises of The Common Man,
[leastwise all who still have their Common Man Hymnal]).
 
 
 

There was once a man who developed a dismantling schematic for the city wiring system  --   but one which contained no negative references;
this gave alert mathematicians their first glimpse at a number less than none.
Household Tip: An A/C motor will not run on just A, or C,
                            no matter how persuasive,
                            either one may be.
 
 

Consider: Is this why even bad-news is not upsetting to the independent thinker?
Ballroom Hint: It takes two to trip  --  but only one to trip the light fantastic.
 
                       The Certain Man’s Electric Glide:
                                                          All alone,
                                                           I’m so all alone,
                                                           every time
                                                           I find
                                                           the real me.

                                                           “Hi, handsome, come here often?”
                                                                  “Only when you’re not here, thank ya ma'am.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

A man without the will, or intelligence to make-the-struggle
will always see about him, those whom he concludes probably put him in chains;
the certain man spends his time only on scrutinizing and suspecting himself
(his own mind, that is).
 

In confinement it is common to find men who are so disconnected and uncoordinated that they cannot even do a simple two-step, yet who conceive of complex choreography for others.
The city is built on this, and everyone is aware of it –
they publicly go along with it  --   though are privately disturbed by it   --
which is why everyone pretends not to be aware of it.
“Don’t dance as I do, but fall down as I would if I pursued my own directions.”
Who else but cows are qualified to lead the bovines?
 

Everyone’s hips resembles their mama’s --
everyone’s mind  --  everyone else’s.
 
 
 

The civilized believe that being so is in not allowing hormones to take precedent over neurons,
but only the certain man understands the reality of this idea  --  also its ridiculousness.
 
 
 

The warden (dressed up as every important human who has ever lived) said to the prisoners:
“If a ship is not actually sinking  --  then why the hell try to jump overboard?!”
(George Hormel reassuring cattle is quite a sight to see.....
......though normal cow vision seems to somehow prohibit same?!?
[A fact you might care to note: all important people work for life, not the herd.])
 
 
 

Those who forever meditate on the conflicts between what a man thinks and what he feels run no risk of their cell door ever coming loose and falling on them.
 
 
 

One of the benefits of being raised and educated by the collective is that you are not responsible for the upbringing of your mind.
Inner Travel Tip: Once a promised-land is reached  --  you can drop the promise part.
 
 
 

All who can speak have been civilized once  --
the certain man  --  who can now hold his tongue  --   once more.
 

Beyond the seriousness of anything is always one more possible step;
beyond certainty are so many additional steps that it is ridiculous to go into them.
 
 
 

While city life is like an electronic fish bowl –
out on the open plains it becomes a fish pond.

As the collective under-the-whip is made to believe that they must be continually preparing to gird-their-loins,
the free ranging, independent thinker is countin’ thighs and takin’ names within his
own mental herd  --  always in the processes of cullin’ unnecessary neural strays.

There is no specter (save death) lurking over the horizon –
merely the unrecognized reflection of the captive man’s own mind.

The geography of the brain’s topsoil is a true trekker’s delight,
and those who attempt its study via other people’s surveys
miss the whole point and pleasure.
The certain man  --  wholly satisfied in what he has done  --
                                      is he who has been here and gone.
 
 
 
 

Being independent-of-mind does not mean that one lives in a place that is
beyond the effects of the binary warring factions that sustain city life,
civilization, and the totality of man’s second reality,
it is rather being a non fictional character in a novel;
it is being the center in a world wide hurricane.
Unbeknownst to their collective consciousness:
a cow herd can contain in its ever moving midst  --   a redwood,
and within the natural born jumble of your own thoughts can arise one  --
impervious to the routine pressures that surround it;
this one, single-eyed, self-propelled realization is the defining mark of the certain man, and all who know for their self  --  what is going on.
 
 

Anything that you worry about will happen to you, like:
getting old,
getting sick,
getting increasingly stupid and mentally sure of yourself.
 
 

                       Make No Mistake!  --  Offer Yourself No Substitutes:
as long as you either accept that what the collective mind of man says is so --  to be so,
or else reject it  --   either way  --  you are not thinking.

One of the fox trots in writing that the certain man would, be-like-this,  or,  be-like-that
is that everybody who is not one can read it and think: "Yeah --  that's me all right!"