Said
a father to a son:
“Something
that ordinary men are incapable of registering and digesting
is
that all criticism a man ever receives concerning the verbal expression
of his
ostensible
understanding of matters in man’s intangible, spiritual/intellectual realm
comes always from those in no better position than, and often an inferior
one to him
in
this regard; never does it come from anyone of greater understanding.
No
matter their education, reputation, title, or area of intangible expertise,
no
normal person on this planet can resist expressing criticism of others
at
the slightest opportunity,
but
once you see this verbal fault finding concerning non physical matters
for what it is, you realize that it does not arise from one man’s more
expansive understanding of
the
matter in verbal play, for if he had any
(and
there is but one
understanding of all the matters in man’s inner reality:
the
straightforward understanding of what that reality IS)
he
would then perforce have
no criticism of any other human’s comments
about
that uniquely mortal world,
he
indeed COULD have none -- for there is nothing there to
be criticized.
(One man criticizing another man’s intellectual criticisms
are raving fashion mavens fussing over the cut of Cinderella's gown.)
Son,
the one -- the positive -- absolute sure sign of
know-nothingness
is
criticism of other people’s verbal life
(truth
is, mere acknowledgment thereof qualifies).”
Later
that same day the elder made a further note: “Consider then the situation
of
some
of your thoughts attempting to enlighten other of your thoughts;
ants
promoting their snow flake instructions to their fellow crawlies."
As
the seas continued to churn and thrive,
atoms,
molecules and cells clung dearly to one another --
thus
making humans able and liable to do so also --
and
uniquely so in their speech.
The
Challenge: to give an example of an
activity with all of the following characteristics: pathetic, pitiful,
deplorable,
sickening, shameful and unnecessary?
One
Acceptable Response: any human attempting
to sell another human any intangible goods or services.
On
one world, some men were periodically permitted to ascend its highest peak
-- only then to have it announced that the view was closed.
None
truly enamored of Beatrice should for this public allure fall:
chase
only after yourself, all ye aflame with that certain desire!
--
for ‘tis
the only run that will do you -- any ultimate good.
Sometimes
when in a playful mood, this one reality would call out to its brood:
“Hey,
can you still hear me through the fog?”
A
director at one studio says: “When you come to a place in a movie
where
you don’t know what to do next -- go to a flashback --
same
as you do in your mental one.”
There
are some versions of reality that seem more faithful than others,
but
when you go in for a close-up -- you discover they are all the same.
Feelings
have not the type of memory man needs for a normal life on this planet
--
another
reason for the introduction of thought.
Hormones:
“We do -- therefore we are.”
Neurons:
“We remember -- thus do we serve,”
(and for the few: “…and blind.”)
The fuel rods in the atomic reactor driving city life are men's memories.
For
a long time, one man’s main thought about being alive was:
“Man,
it’s weird being
alive” -- but later in life refined it to:
“Being
alive is not weird -- what’s weird is being able to think
about being alive.”
Pharmaceutical
News.
Everyone’s
on drugs.................that’s the only way this thing flies.
And
so said a son to a father:
“Dear
Pa pa, may to thee I pose this query:
why
do men rhapsodize on and on about the joy of physical birth coming through
the pain of the mother, whilst my own intellectual creations give me nothing
BUT great pleasure?!”
and
the old man was so radiantly enraptured by the lad’s comment that he still
has yet to respond.
The
self created captain of this one ship has as his personal motto:
“Think
fast; talk slow, and dance dirty.”
One
man, as he would look at the life his thoughts presented to him,
would
periodically remind himself:
“Don’t
take it seriously -- it’s all drug induced.”
And
another guy would commonly tell himself things which would
turn
out to be incorrect -- but: “On purpose!”
he says --
"Yeah
-- right!” he’d respond -- “’On-purpose’ my ASS!”
One
kid said to his sister:
“Don’t
ever listen to adults when they tell you that you are acting as though,
‘possessed-by-evil-spirits’
‘cause
only someone possessed
by evil spirits would say such a thing.”
Another
Example Of The Commonly Overlooked Mathematical Justice Of Life
As
Pertinent To The Extraordinary Few.
Feeling
sorry for other people won’t help them,
but
you acknowledging that they do you, can kill
you.
When
one man heard that for tax purposes, gambling winnings must be
reported
as income, but gambling losses cannot be deducted as expenses, he said:
“Damn!
-- the IRS must also be in secret charge of thoughts --
I mean,
the
same situation prevails there.”
A
man interested in the matter that enthralls the few, one day mused:
“If
expanded-consciousness is simply liberation from routine thinking,
then
would ultimate freedom be something more than just
a
lack of bondage to man’s normal conception of what thought is?!”
At
the heart of his pondering lurks the alluring snake of mistaking: maps
for travel -- descriptions for comprehension, and the voice of neurons
for the aroma of feeling.
Men with small brains,
will go to great pains,
to spread their apparent appearance
over as wide an area as possible.
Captivity
to what is normally accepted to be: understanding
amidst the herd,
is
the making as much as possible out of the non existent.
When
one man heard Irish Coffee
described as the world’s most perfect food
in
that it contained all four of the essential food groups (sugar, caffeine,
alcohol
and chocolate) one man mused: “Just like more awake thoughts.”
One
kid asked an older cousin: “You reckon that a man can become so awake
to
what is going on that there is nothing left for him to do BUT die?”
“Well......there’s still always the Cancun
Jazz Festival,
and a whole new generation of strippers coming up.”
Another
feature of close-up, communal living with the common examples of
our
species is: a man with nothing-worthwhile-to-do -- is inclined
to do it to you.
One
man’s thinking one day declared:
“Inasmuch
as I like to be identified with the best --
I
henceforth disclaim any connection with HIM!”
And
one day, another man suddenly had this realization:
“Men
criticizing other men’s ideas is a pie eating a pie.”
J
And one man, setting
the scene in the context of social familiarity,
divides up life
in the world of ideas, wherein exist ineradicable conflicting ones, like
this:
"Strangers are
just dead people you haven't met yet."
JAN'S
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