February 8, 2003                                                                      © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 

“Yes,” concedes one chap,
“Having a  name different than your mind's can be an inconvenience,
but it is certainly outweighed by its rewards,” (which he did not enumerate).
 
 

One man had a river that ran under his house, whose course bothered him;
the man attempted to change its course, but with no success;
he then discovered the cure was moving to a different part of his house.
 
 

One man says: “There seem to be these alternatives:
you either wake up in the morning feeling all excited (for no reason),
or you wake up feeling all depressed (for no reason),
or you wake up every morning and however you are feeling (for no reason),
you immediately pick back up your relentless daily investigation into the case of: “What The Hell’s Going On With All This, Something-Different-Every-Morning Shit?”
 
 

At first, one man’s mind hurt –
then his shoulders hurt --
then his chest hurt –
then the hurt moved to his stomach –
then to his knee, and he said: “Whee!  --  we’re making progress now!”
 
 

On one world the creatures get their choice of which body, or other apparent part
will be nailed to their nursery floor –
which gives something substantial to help them select their profession,
and areas of recreational interests later in life.
 
 

Every planet has its own set of facts,
and no two planet’s are the same;
that is either why there are different planets,
or else why planets have different sets of facts.
If you find this confusing, you are from one of these planets.
 
 

At the bottom of the sea on one world,
the truth is one thing on every other day, and something else on the alternate days --  and the fish have no problem with this  --  now ask your humanoid self: “Why?
What the hell is wrong with those stupid fish?!
You can’t live under conditions like that!”
(now: don’t you feel better.)

Moral for your home orb: if you can’t be better  --
tell yourself that you’re less worse than some other creature  --
like you  --  on your worse days.

Trying to make sense of man’s judgments of man
is like trying to wash the water off fish.
 
 

One man declared: “At every moment, something makes you feel like you feel  --
and at every moment, something makes you think what you think  --
and men can figure out why they feel like they do at any given moment,
but cannot figure out why they think what they do at any given moment  --   so --
they blame it on how they feel,”
and someone countered: “No they don’t! --
that is not the view men normally have regarding why they think what they do!”
“All right then,” said the first man, “But if they had any sense that’s what they’d do.”
(and the second man’s brother whispered to him: “Isn’t that what you’d do?!” --
and he thought to himself: “Yeah  --  if I had any sense.”)
 
 
 

Everyone is born in a garden  --
everyone gets kicked out  --
almost everyone forgets what happened,
(they’re the ones always saying stuff like: “You can’t go home again.” --
why should you pay any attention to what people with poor memories say).
 
 

The original direction of every train (other obviously than The Death Express)
can be reversed and the son of a bitch sent back in the direction from whence it came,
(information of great practical value for those with the guts to use it).
 
 

Men’s minds are not interested in History as an actual record of things that occurred  --  no, no: they created the thing, History to have an allegory for life
apparently more literal than the one, Religion,
(Philosophy is still out behind the barn pullin’ its own puddin’).
 
 
 

Men’s brains normally think whatever thoughts appear in them –
a few men have always discovered an alternative –
they cannot tell you what it is or how they discovered it
using the thoughts that normally appear in your brain,
(but don’t feel bad, they’re in the same position regarding themselves).
 
 

Life can cause you to, have-fits  --   OR:
you can beat it to the punch, and bring on your own.
In case this sounds weird to you, be it known that for a few  --
anything you, do-on-your-own is profitable
compared to what life would do for you otherwise --  (in affairs intangible of course).
 
 

Everyone complains  --  right up ‘til the moment of their impending death  --
then they really start  to complain!

    It’s never too late to send your very best...........................(if that’s all you’ve got).
 
 
 

Some people take to this sort of thing more readily than others;
hardly anyone takes to this kinda thing readily,
(“That just means there is less of it not to go around for me!” notes your imaginary half brother.)
 
 
 

The trick of grasping radical reality through the fog of man’s other one
is aided by understanding this statement:
“Some days are hotter than they actually need to be,”
(you move on from there to seeing this true about you  --  and after that.........well  --  voilà!  Bubba!)
 
 

P.S. the certain man finds that for his needs, anything sufficient is more than sufficient.