The world of man used to be one way  --
then it became another –
now parts of it want it to be back to being like it was before  --  quite noisy parts.
 

On one world, after all the normal creatures had been made,
a final bunch was produced who were split in two,
and who soon concocted myths telling how they were originally whole creatures
who had been cut asunder as punishment for something or other,
and whose challenge now was to put themselves back into a unified condition.

One man explains that his periodic use of drugs and alcohol is for the purpose of proving to himself that it is possible for him to be even less conscious and perceptive than he normally is.
Note: only the dumb get dumber, and even they would not do so
had they not been dumb to begin with.
   When there is clearly no escape,
   only those smart enough to potentially get out can see it.
The mental confinement of the ordinary consists of their inability to realize it.
(“Hey, don’t waste your breath talking about the super efficiency of this-thing-or-that  –
   no sir!  --  not as long as life is alive!”)
 
 
 
 
 

At the conference, one man offered the suggestion that talking was an alien virus that man had somehow contracted,
but the conferees, being civilized, intelligent men, shouted down the idea.
City Electrical Note: those who get a big buzz from irony have substandard wiring in their home.
 
 
 
 
 
 

In an attempt to cut costs and streamline services,
one city asked that everyone who was guilty should just turn themselves in --
and you know what? --  not a single person asked: “Guilty of what?”
   In one urban center, a notice was once posted  --   then quickly torn down:
   “There is no such thing as, ‘Self-deception’ --
   although many people here practice it anyway.”
 
 

There was once a certain activity going on, but with no one to witness it ........well,
that is not exactly correct,
there were people constantly around it, but hardly anyone ever made note of it  --
but here is the really interesting part:
the activity itself was at the heart of the people’s ability to make note.
Under routine inner conditions: men cannot be both actor and witness to the acting –
only those with that strange urge can pull that rabbit out of that improbable hat.
 
 
 
 

At the convention, a man stood and said:
“As representative of my constituency I want it known that I find nothing of real value taking place here,” and from across the room,
a voice declared: “But you have no constituency --  you represent no one but yourself,” to which the man replied: “Ah yes! --  same as us all.”
......Then sensing a severe lack of meaningful audience response to his comment,
the man said: “Okay: I make a motion that we all take a nap.”
 
 

A couple of gods were just hanging out when the taller one said:
“I’ve noticed that your little thinking creatures are as cute and bright as they can be,”
and the other one eyeballed him suspiciously and replied:
“Hey --  is this a trick observation?!”
     In the city: no one wants to know who their Daddy is.
      (Translation: no one wants to know who or what is responsible for them being as they are.)

According to one legend: a being from another reality once visited Earth,
and was struck most strongly by a particular feature of life here:
that humans paid money to see men push, kick, hit and berate one another,
but did not to hear someone explain what life is about.

The father said to the son: “Anyone who says they dislike you is  --  by so doing  --
                                                 making themselves irrelevant to you.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

There is one form of reality about which there is no news (or more accurately):

Okay, how about a really good legend:
man originally appeared in the mountains of china,
then as he developed, he moved to the deltas of india,
then later, to the plains of hungary,
then to the isle of england,
and eventually, while no one was looking,
some of them started sneaking back toward china.

We await a conference’s announcement that the existence of a talking nervous system is just a legend.
 
 
 
 
 
 

In serve-yourself chow tents, the rebel does not have to take a number & wait in line,
and a reader emails: “Is there a real difference between a man who
actually knows what is going on, and one who can simply talk good about it?  --
and if so: how could the distinction ever be described in words?!”
That which is mentally self-serving harms none who remain content to
dine on their own parts –
the circular nature of cannibalism is the circular reality of all
ordinary mental activity...............................except back in china................for a few.
 
 
 
 
 
 

One man had a, philosophy-to-live-by that was not fit to print, which was matched by his brother having a publishing company that had no philosophy.
   In one place, it is believed that, having-your-ducks-in-a-row is what creates the row,
   while in more civilized areas they scoff at such absurdity,
   and a reader writes: “This is all giving me a terrible headache!
                                           Is there a remedy available from china?”
 
 
 
 
 

At the concluding dinner of the conference,
someone leapt up on a table and began to sing:
                                       “Oh you can  --
                                         talk about china,
                                         or istanbul,
                                         sound like you’re smart,
                                         or resemble a fool  --
                                         oh you can talk about whatever
                                         you wanna do, but uh uh honey
                                         don’t talk about things that can’t be talked about.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Notes one man:
“There seems to be near by to me, a never ending social gathering
with the noise of constant moving about,
and from which can be heard snatches of songs and snippets of conversations,
and while it is clearly not a party for which I am responsible,
it yet feels to be somehow an integral part of my life.
    Strange the sensations that vague sounds in the night can put in your head.”