April 12, 2003                                                                       © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 

A father told a son a story:
“There was a boy
who had toys
he enjoyed playing with;
the toys came to believe they were as alive and smart as the boy,
and began trying to hip him concerning boy matters, which,
from the boy’s view (though he was too nice to mention it)
was something between pathetic and slightly annoying.”
“All right Dad; was that really about a more awake man and everybody else,
a field study of me-too, dung beetles, or about us and our own consciousness?”
    “That’s for you to know and me to find out.”
“Huh!”
    “Okay: for us to already know and us to have to realize we do.”
 
 
 
 
 

Anyone who says that: “Hindsight is always 20/20” is not correct;
such sight SHOULD be  --  but is not in those who say this.
Only the blind mention their visual condition  --  never the sighted.
“Come on Pop --  you haven’t reminded me of it in days  --  please!”
    “Okay: the one solid steel way to keep from appearing stupid is --  silence.”
Only the dumb comment on their condition  --   never, those-who-know,
(what profitable notation of their quickness is there for the alive to make to the dead?)
There was once a planet with creatures who all kept their mouths shut;
no one has ever heard of this world
‘cause nothing worth mentioning ever happened there;
that’s what you would get collectively if men did not speak,
but not so for he struggling to depart the crowd.
Entrepreneurial News: a man with his own business has no interest in that of others.
 
 
 
 
 

Ordinary minds looking at life can never see anything extraordinarily enlightening,
but can only make note of the obvious,
and what is obvious to ordinary minds is
whatever is mechanically going on in humanity’s great, collective conversation, wherein (perforce the laws of local nature) nothing enlightening CAN go on.
Fleas have their own appropriate existence  --  so do pachyderms;
a flea’s perspective of an elephant is not the same as the elephant’s of a flea;
elephants know what they are, and so do fleas,
but their perspectives of themselves also differ (weird, but facts are facts):
fleas can but identify and comment on elephants  --  never on fleas
(speaking of course of normal ones).
“Dearest progenitor: when I grow up, can I be a NON normal one?”
    “Being a cherished scion of mine: how could it be otherwisenheimer.”
A man WITH good devices  --  is best left to himself, no?!
"I dislike anything having to do with health."
     "Why is that?"
"It reminds me of illness."
      "So I guess you also don't like anything that has to do with intelligence."
"I see where you're going  --  and I guess you nailed me."
One man believed he could will his lawn mower to crank on the first try  --
and when it didn't  --  he believed that he hadn't willed it to.
"Pop  --  is there a synonym for, neat?"
   "Not a neat one."
 
 
 

One man says that his natural born mind, working at its absolute, instinctive best,
brings to mind the endearing, complimentary term: crud de la crud,
(even skunks may deserve their own Academy Awards Show --
even IF it must be held in contained isolation).
“Pa pa, was that really about consciousness  --  just without using the term?”
 
 
 
 
 
 

Things are not as they appear --
 to those who have privately become more than they appear.
“How can you tell if you have become so?”
The way to tell you definitely have NOT is if you find your mind talking about the things that everybody else is talking about.
“I have heard this from you before and pondered it at much length with great intensity, and remain unable to see what it could possibly be that you could think and talk about that everybody else does NOT also think and talk about?!?”
“Well, if this whole DoingTheThing was not supremely improbable,
superior people like you and I would not even be interested in it, what?!”
.....”Well.....I guess you surely got something there.”
In the land of oz  --   natives are natural suckers for oziness,
as one man’s unruly consciousness snickered: “If I can’t put MYSELF on  --
over whose wool WILL I pull my eyes/I’s?!”
The proverb adored in the city (“Many are called, but few are chosen”)
was actually cribbed from a saying common among the family members of
the first man whose brain achieved consciousness (which was):
“Many dream of going to sea  --   but who has the wit to build the first boat  --
and then the nerve to sail off in the damn thing.”
The entire flea world speaks and thinks in only flea;
to them: only they are life  --  elephants are the inanimate universe in which they live, and the only thoughts and words they have to represent “life” are about fleas,
and nothing else.
An elephant can think and talk not only elephant, but flea as well, which
(comparably speaking) makes the universe he perceives much greater than
the one perceived by fleas.
“Everything is relative,” is said in city jungles only by those with TOO connected kin.
“Another view my boy, of the certain man’s certain type of solitary existence.
If you are too tied to others  --  any others --  you will forever languish in the stagnancy of humanity’s great collective conversation: thinking/talking about naught but what they do. Hey! --  that’s what close kin do  --
hey! --  that’s why not to BE close.”
A man who knows what is really going on is about as far from himself as anyone else,
(nuclei may not be able to walk away from the cell,
but they can get on the good foot where they stand).
“Pa pa; when I grow up  --  can I go away and seek The Great Secret?”
    “Why not --  that’s what all immature fools do.”
“Seek The Great Secret?!?”
    “No  --  go away.”
The big question is: how can you GET away --  if you don’t GO away?
The enormous answer: by realizing where you are when you ask such a question.
“Dear Sir: I have heard you mention this too before, and let me be sure I have it right: the answer to the core question that drives my life
is in simply recognizing the nature of the questioner  --   is that it?”
What hope has a man, born playing the accordion,
whose thoughts later say he hates the accordion?
(aka: in a three dimensional universe,
bifocal consciousness is always missing a third of what is going on.)

                                       “Dear Sir: I don’t get it.”
                                              Do you really feel it necessary to say that?
                                       “Probably not  --  but what else CAN I say?!”
                                             Touché.

*Only those NOT trying to awaken, achieve enlightenment, gain liberation,
  are desperate enough for a mental hobby to take everyday life seriously   ---   (even the serious stuff).