A reader writes regarding the kind of activity reported on here daily:
“If Nature had a’wanted us to do more with our minds than just think
like we normally do --  it’d a’given us the potential to do so!
What d’ya say to THAT!”                                                              Right on.
 

For those with the potential to accomplish it:
the realization of what is going on slowly creeps upon you  --  settles on you,
then gradually permeates every cell in your body
until its unshakable reality becomes an integral part of your very being.
 

Things don’t seem to go right for cows living in the city, but how do you explain this: without the cows  --  there’d be no city?!
 

Fire produces smoke so as to be noticed;
men produce talk to keep their shorts from exploding from the built-up pressure.
 

And defiantly, one man exclaims: “No one embarrasses me but ME!”
 

What other men are comfortable with about themselves, the certain man is also.
 

In man’s mental-dependent, inner-only, other reality  --  nothing works (that is):
nothing works as it is proposed to (religion, psychiatry, economics, education, et al);
in a world where nothing-works  –  it is always someone else’s fault  --  yes  --
always someone else’s fault,
but who can see that this makes it no one’s fault?!

In a world (the other reality) where nothing is perceived to work  -- everyone puts the blame on everyone else,
and in a world where everything DOES work......well,
no one notices it enough to comment thereon –
it goes unseen save by he who knows.

Yes – everything is always everyone else’s fault  --
but when you see what is going on, you realize that nothing is anybody’s fault,
and that only men who will never mentally grow up dream and think in terms of, fault;
there is: being born, dying, and in between (if you are normal):
living, thinking, talking as you were born to do,
which renders you leading a life of no fault,
A sunflower is faultless in being yellow,
and the silent understanding of this causes a man to look nowhere outside himself
for examples of fault;
only the machine capable of saying, fault can be at fault.                 (As always: neat, huh?!)
 

One man says that the best thing about reminiscing and talking about yourself
is that you don’t have to do either.
 

City snakes don’t bite  --  they can’t  --  that’s why they’re allowed IN the city --
okay: that’s why biteless snakes are only FOUND in the city,
(well, you don’t think that real things want to be bit, do you!)           And, Yeah! --
just what you were thinking: that’s why self loathing and criticism exists only in
urban climes, and never out on the open, neural plains;
such mental pests require confined conditions to survive, and a man who knows what is going on, living outside the city, is far too open & loose to provide them a fit home.
 
 

An Unbiased Peek Into The Unlisted Operations Within City Institutions.
A man on a mission  --  working for a higher-cause will:
shake your hand,
pat your back,
pick your pocket,
piss on your foot, and put lewd moves on your baby sister --  and remember:
this is not an attack, but an unbiased survey;
all activity in man’s other-reality, proclaimed to be for the purpose of
improving men’s understanding OF that unique realm,
has no choice but to ultimately back up and run over those
who make themselves available to such proffered assistance.
In a land where no road goes anywhere  –
you get IN a road --  expect the worst!
(Okay: the, worst being: never knowing anything  that works   --  okay:
so nothing actually works in the city,
not in the sense of effecting substantial, permanent change;
change such as that in the city would be antagonistic TO the city,
(and snakes do not slippers from themselves shape     --     even in urbania.)
Thus it be, Professor See,
that the rebel neither seeks nor accepts help in his special struggle (for one thing):
it is not a struggle that any other human can perceive,
and since it has no three dimensionally conceivable goal,
getting there cannot be promoted, nor impeded;
with the man in rebellion it is a case of: every-man-for-himself  --
with him being the only one who IS himself.
When lions wish to convert lambs to the feline religion and way of life,
their first act is to eat them;
this is how city neurons approach men’s minds;
the situation is not exceptional  --  it is the unnoted rule –
so forget about irony, and get on with keeping your own pedal to the floorboard.

And a reader reacts to an earlier story: "It seems to me an undeniable fact that since men are driven by their nature to want to change what they are that either Nature is NOT as it should be --  or: men are being for some reason, misled:
it must be one or the other!"                             He drove right by it  --  right damn by it.
 
 
 

No matter what part of town (the mind) he visits, as long as he stays inside the city,
the mayor will always be a, famous-person.
Run of the mill fleas are only impressed by other fleas, (you see):
the restricted sight of their tiny little eyes is too limited to  take in (for instance): elephants, hippos, tanks, tenors.
 

Slipping in
to his father’s den,
a lad tugged at his sleeve and asked:
“Why is it, pa pa, that the idea of awards is decried only by those
who have never received one?”
and the elder was so pleased with the boy that upon his chest he pinned:
two gold stars,
four battle ribbons,
a Grammy plus a homing device from another solar system,
then sent him back out to play     --      at what their family does best.
 

The true purpose of most talk is to soothe the speaker –
the certain man doesn’t need soothing;
the real use of most thought is to pacify the thinker –
the man who knows needs no pacification;
ordinary people commonly speak of having a positive attitude toward life
(as opposed to a negative one)  --