A famous man said: “Being famous was fun for the first twenty minutes,”
and a doctor said: “Receiving a medical degree was really exciting for the first day,” and a wealthy man noted: “Being rich was a big deal for a month or so,”
and overhearing all this, a chap who’d spent his life pursuing the mystic's holy grail thought: “Thank god I piddled away my time in something that lasts,”
(later, one part of his mind said:
“I’d just as soon you hadn’t put it in those words,” and he replied:
“Yeah, me too --  as soon as I said it...........by the way: where were YOU when I did!”)
 
 

One fellow described attractive dance as a kind of: body-talk,
and a second said: “Don’t you mean to say that good talk is like a: verbal-dance?”
and a third chap injected: “Hey, do you guys know what time it is! --
there are people trying to sleep --  both upstairs and down!”
For the man really wanting to SEE  --
no longer being sure of which way to look is a start.
 
 

One man privately admits that he only pretends to be interested in other people  --
(but notes that he treats himself no differently).
 
 

“Since the fifties are over, Chess is no longer my favorite record label.”
     “Well they’ve long been out of business anyway.”
“Ha! --  see how everything works out.”
Query: if the mind won’t explain itself  --  who will? --
which moved someone to note: “No matter its verbal agility:
what edifying can smoke tell of fire?”
(well sir, no need to get huffy and down to the truth!)
 
 

A man who knows what is going on not only does not take any thoughts about intangible matters seriously, but just barely the tangible ones (for instance):
one guy who is dying of an untreatable ill says: “I hardly have time to think about it, what with all my worry over the current state of popular music.”
One student of the traditional mystical methods employed to spur participants on to more alert states of consciousness, offers up this:
“Pain can serve well as the, Great-Reminder  --   of how much you hurt!”
(would you not suspecteth that were the departed Green Knight alive today,
he’d be rolling over in his mind!)
                                                   Knowing-the-thing is the juice;
                                                   it is juice in the basement,
                                                   it is juice in the penthouse;
                                                   life is the juice  --
                                                   what more need you know.
 
 

Copiously covered in luxurious inertia,
the herd collectively raised up on its expectant toes,
excitedly yawned,
and with the full force of its combined mass  --  stayed right where it was.
(In certain quarters the rumor persists that Aesop did not die of natural causes,
but was somehow done-in by disgruntled animals he had employed in his fables;
this suspicion is ignored by city historians inasmuch as they have no terms to
describe extra species homicide [any more than ordinary thoughts have
any way to grasp the nature of thoughts extraordinary.])
 
 

One typical city dweller began to see strange, unembodied creatures in his back yard, and at first feared he was going mad;
but since they appeared to him nowhere else, he decided that everything was okay --  (admirable, is it not, the comfort that land affords it owner,
and the reassurance the mind offers its --
yet one chap’s mind, which was given to wandering about just outside of town says:
“I have no interest in being pacified by the likes of ME!”)
 
 

A reliable guide for city folks is thus: when you do not immediately have an
intelligible reply to a question you’re asked, say: “That is a very good question....”
(it’s even better to know the interrogator’s name so you can make your
vacuous response more personal [e.g.]: “Bob –  that is a very good question…”
Fact: you will be forgiven for being a dunce if people like you  --  even other dunces).
 
 

The two, who no interviews do:
those who actually run the world, and the solo man who actually runs himself.
 
 

One sport notes: “Is it not interesting that if you think long enough about anything  --
it doesn’t measure up (anything non material that is).”
 
 

Said a son to a father:
“It seems to me that what you refer to as a, more-conscious-person would be like a man who has let all of the imaginary air out of the make-believe inflatable doll
that everyone else calls, ‘civilization & standard-mental-models-of-reality,’”
and the elder replied:
     “I think it’s about time we got you a real woman,”
to which the lad responded: “You mean, mind  -- right?!”
     “Banzai!”
The best compass to follow in a struggle to awaken is
the interests you naturally have:
pursuing same can be the path to lead you there,
but take note: your personal interests will never turn out to be the THERE.
 
 

A son asked a father:
“Is it possible to know-too-much?”
     “If you are an ordinary man it is.”
“But an ordinary man could  never know too much?!?”
     “See how pretty justice is  --  close up.”