At the conference, an attendee took the floor and said:
“Man is the only species which gives birth to twins,”
and someone immediately countered: “That is most certainly not so:
many other animals produce multiple off springs,”
to which the man replied: “You just don’t get it, do you?”
(the rest of the assembly took a quick vote and agreed that, no --  they didn’t!)

The neat thing about city dream-restaurants is that all portions cost the same,
and you can send any dish back, and have the exact same one returned to you
with you never being the wiser.
Men concocted the term, intellectual-growth because of how badly,
cannibalism sounds.
Another way life protects the city’s status quo is that if someone does accidentally
get a brief glimpse of what is really going on it makes them immediately say:
“I must be imagining things,”
(which is a tad humorous in that such is their normal mental state from which
they just had momentary relief
[and sub rosa, life cautions: “Don’t laugh too loudly, or the others will wonder what is going on”]).
And someone writes:
“Years of reading about men seeking secret knowledge about life from other men,
and then watching you speak of life as though it is an actual living thing,
interacting with man, on a verbal level even,  drove me to ask myself this:
If life did have something extraordinary it wanted a man to know,
how would it get him this information other than through his own thoughts.
  Your words originally gave me a constant headache, but now  --  not so much so.
  Sincerely,” etc.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Then there is this guy who tries to blame everything on life, and whose, Guy-Permit is said to be under serious review by the authorities (the city can’t be too careful.)
 
 
 
 
 
 

The simple sometimes claim that they receive messages from gods,
and other external entities –
a claim that makes the reality of what the certain man realizes
sound rather unimpressive.
 
 
 

Which roused another chap to propose:
“Might the reason some have so long had bad things to say about sleep
be that it gives the internal voices even greater leeway?”
And whenever he was close to a mirror, one man would frequently go to it,
look fiercely at his reflection and growl: “You haven’t heard the last of me!”
And when another chap first heard of the song title: “It Had To Be You,” he mused: “Who else?!”
And on one planet, the creatures at the top of the evolutionary ladder were robots  --    --  with parrots perched atop their heads.
And this one woman had soooo many thoughts --
--  she had to get her brain to help out.
 
 

On one world,
when away from the hustle-of-survival, and in the hotels-of-entertainment,
some creatures have the most fun from the waist down, and some from the neck up,
while a scant few rely on internal room service to provide them a total blowout.
Picking-&-choosing is proper to items in a cafeteria line --
--  not those in the mind’s mental-only realm.

In the special bistros outside the city:
the briefer the dish the better.
Corollary: a man who knows what is going on can eat anything   --   anything.
 
 
 
 
 

“Son,” said a father, “I should not have to remind you of this (but I will):
anyone who dislikes a person for non physical reasons is jealous of that person.
Muscles will resist others, but only neurons will revile them.
   And my boy, if you really hunker down with this one
   you can make yourself see how it applies to what goes on  inside your mind
   regarding the thoughts that appear there.”