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Furnishing The Inside Dope To The Few Since 1742
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THE  CITY  TRACK  IS  FULL  OF  TIPSTERS,
BUT  NONE  KNOW  WHICH  RACE
WILL  ACTUALLY  PAY  OFF

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 December 26, 2002                                                                  © 2002: JAN COX
 
 
 
 

How Things Work Amidst A Crowd, Part 22:
At the conference, a man stood and said:
“It is now my conclusion that all ills this side of death can be successfully treated by
an increase in water consumption,” and a passing waiter snidely muttered:
“Why exclude death from your crackpot idea!”
and after pondering this for a moment, the man said to the legitimate assembly:
“All right then  --  I propose we include death”  --  and it was unanimously approved.

Just as not all widely popular songs are musically remarkable & interesting
so too are not all commonly accepted ideas factual & informative.











Fact: 100% of an error is still an error,
and total blindness is still just blindness;
the collective thinking of man cannot go
unless it goes over the edge and off the deep end.
When every one is playing the song in G,
everyone in the orchestra hears only the key of G     --     what else?!  --
yet commonly do men say they eventually expect otherwise.
One man’s motto be: “Expectations without personally generated representation is worse than tyranny  --   it’s stupid!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

If you have the ability to separate your mental senses from humanity’s overall static --  listen! --  and you’ll hear that everybody says what everybody else is saying –
they do not know what else to say;
anything freshly insightful will never come from out-there –
only from in-here (that is: for the few who actually have an individual, in-here).
 

If, as the old proverb claims: “The receiver of stolen goods is as guilty as the thief” where does that place those who entertain the thoughts of others.
And one man notes:
“It is not so much that those who rhapsodize about the human condition cry,
but that they drown in each other's tears.”
An attorney for The Green Bros. Midway Shows & Attractions
is seeking an injunction to prohibit any further use of language,
claiming it to be an illegal infringement of their patented, Trick House Of Mirrors.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Those who believe that man needs to be saved  from something --  cannot be helped
(assuming/pretending for the moment that there is such a thing as non physically, helping-people).

Any of what seems to be good advice, is trick advice.



 

One non standard, above-the-neck healer holds an extraordinary creed:
“I will only treat what actually ails you,”
(he would for sure  starve in the city, huh?!)

 

The less does your mind reside in the brain’s thought-only reality,
the less time you have available for personal or psychological problems.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

In an effort to by pass those uncomfortable, middle-stages of
normal urban (mental) development,
one city simply forthwith condemned everyone’s property --  and ideas  --
--  then announced that everyone could take an extended nap.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

At The Conference To Investigate The Strange Journeys Phenomenon,
a speaker so proposed:
“The purpose of those puzzling and complex train schedules
purportedly to an extraordinary destination
is simply to keep people interested in such ideas so involved in trying to make sense of them that they never get around to being upset over their failure to ever go there,”
and a janitor cleaning an adjoining hallway upon hearing this froze and thought:
“So!  --  that’s it!”
    In the other reality besides the physical one, which man’s mind has created,
    things are as words, at any given moment, propose them to be,
    and no other words at that instant can refute the claim;
           it is solely by this verbal/neural slight-of-hand that
                              man’s special inner reality is sustained.
 

And one man who has spent his life studying such matters offers this conclusion:
“All of the various extraordinary goals proposed by man’s many religions,
and mystery cults are in truth, allegories for one single possibility  --   and god!

I wish I knew what it was.”











One day a man put his arms around one of the trees in his yard and said:
“You have always been my favorite,” and the tree asked: “Why?”
“No reason,” replied the man, “If there were --  you wouldn’t be my favorite.”
(Legend has it that this story was originally about an extraordinary man and his thoughts.)

At the rebel restaurant outside the city, all dishes are the same  --   genuine.









An out of planet visitor recently noted as he left:
“Humans are the only species I’ve ever seen who routinely prefer to lecture one another than have sex with one another!  –
can you believe that words can be that important  --   any words!
Is this galaxy-class weird, or what.”
(Often foreigners do not readily grasp local customs.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Another provocative feature of trying to get to the bottom of things
is that to ordinary ears it can sound like an unnecessary additional burden,
and complication to man’s already stressful and frustrating life,
while for the few inherently born to it,
it is the only thing in life actually nourishing and satisfying.
    “All pleasure is but skin deep,” said one man,
    “And thanks be to god,” noted his skin
       (in a few, this last line would be spoken by their cortex).
 
 




One man had a hamster in a running wheel  --
which he sometimes mistook for his mind  --
and whenever he’d catch himself doing this, he’d shake his head and say:
“Hey! --  snap out of it!’" and the hamster would say: “Hey --  who are you talking to?” --  and there in a shutnell is the rebel’s challenge:
who  --   in his own head  --   is he talking and listening to  --  who?!
The answer to that is the answer to everything.
 
 
 
 
 
 

J
 
 
 

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