KEY TO SYMBOLISM:
the city: the operations of the brain that is man's ordinary mind.
the plains (the open plains): the normally unused areas of the brain outside the city.
local reality: how things are as conceived of by city minds; universal: how things are.
the authorities: the principal spokesman & manifestation of a man's ordinary mind.
the king: the non ordinary part of man's mind   --   the people: the rest.
the collective, the herd: ordinary humanity mentally (non pejorative)
the certain man, the independent thinker, the rebel: a person struggling for freedom from the city mind (aka: mystic).
civilized: the brain's state of being firmly under city control.
the father & son: man's on going, internal neural conversation: the brain's cortex both speaking & hearing itself speak,  with the father representing a mind's rebel,
the others, (such as hormones & neurons, the realization) the truly interested can surely figure out for themselves.
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A man whose ability to think independently of circumstances is not securely locked in will forever feel himself victim thereof;
climatic conditions control a tree’s sap production  --
given his potential, should not a man be able to do better.
 
 
 
 

City captives enjoy beating up on one another in meaningless verbal jousts;
the certain man has other fun fish to privately fry.
If trying to wake-up is a competition  --   you lose.
 
 

Once out of the cell, and able to use the mind in a more expansive manner,
the rebel realizes that if he now ever stops his specialized
brand of thinking  --  he is a dead man.
Even though after a man experiences the realization
he can never fully return in his mind to what he was previously,
prolonged motions to back-up can cause quite uncomfortable tire damage.
Part of the realization is that just because it rains outside,
the rebel’s neural connections do not have to get wet.
In the world of words, it is difficult to accurately say, what’s-what,
which is what makes those who know  --  satisfied with silence.
(Apply to your own mind as needed until the doctor arrives.)
 
 

Shall We Be Serious For A Moment   --  And Speak Sincerely?
A totally unimaginable drawback to independent thinking is that there is no drawback.
(Now do you see why you cannot be serious and sincere about all of this [not in any city sense.])
Moral For Cell Block C:
To remain too long misled regarding the gravity of man’s mental existence is to gain additional burdensome baggage beyond that of fat around your middle aged hips.
Breathing is important  --
whether air is liberal or conservative,  catholic or protestant, irrelevant;
everyone knows this is so when verbally confronted with the fact,
but living in the city imposes an overall amnesia that banishes
such awareness from men’s day-by-day lives;
it requires the extraordinary and unnecessary specialized efforts of the certain man
to overcome this natural mortal condition.
 
 

Being of once-civilized mind is imposing patterns where none before existed;
being of second-time, self civilized mind is seeing through these patterns which now constitute accepted city reality.
There are things that only the independent cow can see  --  never, the herd.
In contrast to city dwellings:
the wiring in the rebel’s tent out on the plains is simple and direct --  floor to ceiling;
it is the interference of dreams between hormones and neurons
that drives him from the collective in the first place
(even though for years he may not so recognize).
When it comes to the realization,
all that counts is whatever turns out to count to you
(no one has need for the missing numbers in an equation that was not in your workbook);
a distinguishing feature of he who knows is that he wastes no mental energy.
  “I heard someone say that was his only distinguishing feature.”  --   did you now.
 
 

In show biz & financial terms:
being able to think independently is like having talent   –   and no agent.
If permitted: the pressures of man’s collective mind will eat corrosively into
all intellectual profits;
the only way to beat the city stock market is to get out.
 
 

The more agitated and angry be a prisoner, the less need there is for actual chains.
Cows may be in total captivity but at least they are dumb enough not to be smart enough to realize it and suffer over it.
   “Okay --  but what good is that fact to me?”  --   automatically, none,
but cram the whole sentence into your own brain and consider it relevant only thereto, and find what you can do with it from there.
The sole purpose of symbolism for the certain man is as an initial aid in
seeing through the unrealized symbolic patterns
man’s collective mind has superimposed on plain reality.
Indeed and no doubt: metaphors are the rebel’s best friend;
bullets to fight his way out of the haze,
but bullets once fired, are discarded and forgotten as he steps into new territory.
The cause of most with the potential never achieving the full realization
is them never understanding when to let go of allegory;
to the less than fully realized mind, fairy tales retain a mighty attraction;
there is nothing unnatural about mind finding stories of sea adventures more interesting than oceanic statistics,
but neither, to the certain man, is a substitute for actual sailing.
  “I read somewhere that what singularly marks the certain man is his refusal to treat mankind’s normal, imaginary reality as the real thing.” --   did you now.

And another way to tell (if you need one): You do not yet fully know if you feel the need to tell what you know.