A father said to a son:
“I’ll tell you now: it doesn’t do to mentally dwell on how old you begin to look
as you get old, nor on how dogmatic your thoughts want to become  --
as per our family motto:
‘Ignore The Ignorable And Tell The Others To Take A Hike!'”
 
 

A chap hiding behind some boxes says he has decided to call his own
attempted neural-rebellion: “Looking At Things Weird,”
and his brother popped up and inquired:
"Do you mean: looking at things which are weird, or: looking at things in a weird way?”  and the guy replied: “You’ve damn near got it!”
 
 

One man titled his autobiography: “Family Matters,”
and someone asked:
“Do you mean that the book contains matters that your family found important,
or that family is important?”
 
 

The uncertain are all related.
 
 

And after weighing the voluminous conversations swirling about him,
one rebel mused:
“Not only is it no one else’s business  --   how-I’m-doing  -- hell! --  it’s just barely mine.”
 
 

The gossipy are all related.
 
 

One songwriter's latest effort he calls:
“Everybody Wants To Be Sick But Nobody Wants To Die,”
which his publisher has suggested he reverse,
and one of the judges said:
“The melody’s not much, but I’ll give it an 85 for its audacity,”
and remember this, city dancers:
as long as you do the standard step,
life has your whole neural family by its genetic short-hairs,
and will not be letting go any time soon,
and in rebel camp, one man can sometimes be heard singing to himself in the shower:
    “There’s no business like
      no business...”
One reality admits that it made its reputation while  --  no one was looking,
and says that if this is not the best approach  --
it is surely one of the best,
(and the guy in the shower stopped lathering and mused: “Humm, I can use that.”)
 
 

One of the biggest gruzzly bears to plaguecize man is the concept he’s been made to invent, then accept that speaks of a certain matter, indeed --  all matters
eventually coming to some end --   “for-better-or-worse”  --
there is no, better-or-worse to a conclusion;
an end is an end with nothing of meaning to be said thereabout;
the mind jiggling such a concept about in its distracted hands
does potential super sight, super damage,
for it supports the collective delusion  that being alive is qualitatively judgeable;
that somehow what ultimately happens to you in life is for: better-or-worse,
when what it is really for is  --   what-it-is-for.
Only a man who has been in the great outdoors, out from the city,
can accept this staggering sight  --
this completely delightful  --   thoroughly liberating sight.
 
 

The purpose of all maps is to keep you from going anywhere; (fleshed-out):
the purpose of all maps produced in the city for use by collective humanity
is to keep you from individually going anywhere;
every herd needs shared traditions --
every cow, sacred inner icons;
if there is one thing civilization is really good at it is telling everyone to
stay right where they are, and not to be too upset by what they are;
all teachings publicly touted to take you somewhere internally new
are presented to keep you firmly mired where you are.
A Song For The City:
  "Since men,
    don't know where to start,
    and can't see how to stop,
    everybody there,
    believes they need a cop"  --  someone to knock them around & tell 'em what to do;
in the herd, you are forever surrounded by the sound of: teachings, rituals, traditions, condemnations and kicks-to-the-head;
cows love to share experiences  --  the more self pitying the better,
and one man mused to himself:
“Do men get, older-and-wiser, or actually: older-and-scareder?”
 
 

The fearful are all related.
 
 

Once you have been in the great outdoors, being back in your/man’s
ordinary state of consciousness is like being trapped in a nut shell.
Even if you are not born a, blank-slate –
and even if you can’t erase what’s on yours  --  you can create yourself a new one.
Being alone --  just you and your mind -- is (based on who/what you are) either: singularly delightful, or highly annoying.
The interviewer then asked: “Since this is not the type of role that brought you fame, the public would like know if you took on the part with trepidation?”
   “Did I ever!  --  and worse still is the fact that I don’t know what trepidation means.”