Unattended-consciousness as the certain man’s actual challenge --
what a perplexing concept  --
is an unruly dog to train itself,
fidgety fingers to hold themselves still,
or wandering eyes to focus on themselves,
and yet that is precisely what is required to get a handle on what makes man’s life
the singular affair it seems to him to be.
The thoughts life freely feeds men’s consciousness never carry information
valuable in this respect,
their effortless, automatic flow is unattended-consciousness,
and no empty headed natural event ever has any knowledge of itself;
unattended-consciousness is like a blindness,
and the blind cannot look at themselves and see that they are so.

To see what is really going on requires that you begin by attending your consciousness, which (if you are one of the few born with that certain neural anomaly)
will cause an immediate and obvious disruption to the normal flow of
your brain’s conscious operations;
this results (for the moment) in your unattended-consciousness being knocked from
its usual position of occupying all available space in your mind;
for that instant, in your head, it is as though a gigantic elephant that customarily
sits in your bathroom leaving therein not a square inch of the place visible,
nor any space for anyone else, is suddenly gone,
and for the first time you can actually see the room for what it is.

By nature, what ordinary men call their mind, their thoughts,
indeed, their individual, private, inner-self is nothing other than the brain’s
automatic, collectively-shared & purely impersonal  --  unattended-consciousness.
Who would think of their breathing as being their true inner-self,
or the beating of their heart as the manifestation of their individual personality,
and yet men are made to do exactly that concerning the mechanical activity
in their brain’s cortex.

If this natural state of consciousness in each man’s brain is the true representation of what he is in man’s special inner sense,
then all men are, in their non physical essence,
an uncontrolled, unfocused, meaningless bag of intangible chaos --
for that is the readily observable essence of unattended-consciousness.

Men by nature are not aware of what goes on in their mind,
and without becoming so, whatever does go on there is totally useless to
the certain man’s aim of eventually understanding what is going on with everything.
First you attend to your consciousness and see what is going on there,
then later you are able to see what is going on everywhere.
You can’t have one without the other  --  but so what! --
you can’t have anything without something else --
the trick is to discover the something else you need --
and herein today  --   the trick has been revealed.

Question: if you could, strictly on your own, set men mentally free,
how would they ever repay you?  --
you mean besides the ultimate killing of you that they’d do?!
 
 
 
 

Amongst cattle, trying to be a humanitarian is like
trying to throw a leather jacket into reverse at ninety miles an hour.
 
 
 

Dig it, herd lovers:  assume it  --  accept it:
Humans are just metaphors for, cows.
 
 
 

Those captive of the city and representing civilization & sanity must act serious  --
or else they would  be constantly giggling and spoil the whole thing.
   The urban areas of the brain can tolerate all sounds, save one
    (which is why the would be rebel is forever in search of the, Lost Chord [or even, Note]).
 
 

Accepting the collective’s thinking to be your own results in your thoughts sensing
an ever present increase in entropy & chaos,
which gives birth to a precept of sequential time,
in that things always seem to be going from, one-place-to-another;
from the state they were in to a different one, and always  --   ALWAYS going from bad-to-worse,
inasmuch as that is the only direction conceivable to unattended-consciousness.

As the routine collective train forever whizzes by on its inevitable way to, Nowhere-ville  --  to, Six Flags Over Hades,
few passengers have any interest in looking out the windows for
encouraging faces that might appear, pointing off in some more promising direction.