A lad asked his dad:
“Why can men make their telling someone what they should NOT be doing
sound insightful and valid,
yet not the same with trying to detail what they SHOULD be doing?”
“As the old salt said: ‘The threat of beaching is easy to see;
the art of sailing, a skill difficult to define'.
Hatten down the batches, boy! --
a potentially disrupting, thus enlightening nor’easter is barreling down on us!
Praise be to thee dear Poseidon for the unexpected bounty on yond horizon.”

The thing about the man-who-knows (distinctive from other mythologies) is that he creates his own horizons  --  over which all that actually bountifies a man must come.
“So, pa pa,  the home seas for which the certain man initially searches
turns out to be those that have always been there beneath him,
but whose actions and actual location he alone has discovered?!”
“And you could further say that the revenge of the certain man’s Athena is that of: private line-of-sight over the fleet’s meandering one;
beaching is not a possibility when you never forget the beach.”
(The lad later had to take a nap, this amount of metaphoring being a bit much for a boy his age.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Everything men say and write concerning matters with no materiality
is not to inform but to entertain;
Buddha, Plato, Jesus, Descartes, Darwin, Marx & Freud,et al
were just entertaining men’s minds --
entertaining them with the notion that they could change their temperament.
Once you see this, you realize that at the core of all fiction, all religious, political, psychological, & historical writings is the common entertaining notion that men can undergo a transformation whereby what they are temperamentally by nature,
is changed.
Turn from the Science section in a library:
every other book there presents this one idea,
ergo is the certain man left to become his own depository of edification.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

More Re Temperament & Thought.
“Okay  --  rolling!”
      “We’re sitting on top of a gold mine!”
“Cut!    (Mumble, mumble, mumble)  --  let’s try it again; okay  --   action!”
       “Everyone’s behind us on this.”
“Cut   (Mumble, mumble, mumble)  --  still not quite it; one more take; and --  action!”
      “You’re probably wondering why I called you all here today.”
“Cut!  Somebody get pituitary on a quick re write: we haven’t got forever!”
       “I do!”
 
 
 
 
 

On one world there is an unauthorized radio station which commonly broadcasts
the news just before it happens;
those who accidentally pick up the station, don’t like it one little bit.
And one man who could readily think of the most extraordinary things
was accused of being a “space alien,”  and replied: “More like a temporal one.”
The seas go up  --  the seas go down, but the ocean never moves.
“Pater dearest, thinketh ye that the discourser speaketh not of ships and seas,
but of thoughts and feelings?”
 
 
 

A man-who-knows doesn’t try to sing with the Spinners....
.......not when he has a sore throat........and can’t sing to begin with;
a man-who-knows doesn’t try to sing with the Sirens......
not when he’s abandoned the apocalyptic songbook.......
and no longer has anything to sing about publicly anyway.
 
 
 

Feelings have incomparably better, and longer memories than thoughts  --  no contest,
but they must call on thoughts if they want to talk about them.
 
 

A father told a son: “When someone offers suggestions on how you could better
live your life, remember this: a man who doesn’t understand what he is doing  --
doesn’t understand what you are doing.”
For this reason, in one kingdom penguins are prohibited from offering flying lessons.
(“Sure not where we live, huh Pa?!”)
 
 

A man-who-knows doesn’t try to turn mud into gold,
but does try to turn himself into a creature who permits mud to be mud
sans any thought from him concerning it being otherwise
(which, you might like to know, accomplishes the same thing regarding what he is).
(“Why yes  --   thank you  --  I would like knowing that.”)
 
 

There was one man who would often say that his number one concern was:
“looking out for his self,”
and one day, an unexpected, sardonic voice (apparently from his self) said:
“And --  Wow!  --  am I the better for it.”
Pending Moral: if you are on that extraordinary expedition,
you cannot expect appreciation from any of the landscape features you pass.
 
 

You could say that a religious man’s thinking is ruled by a theocracy,
a political person’s by an autocracy,
while a man-who-knows’ thinking is more like an anarchy in exile.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

While hanging around the downtown, a father said to a son:
“It’s hard to know what other people are thinking if YOU’RE not actually thinking.”
And in a newly discovered, old part of the city museum was found