May 18, 2003                                                                        © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 

Just as you could disapprove of doctors for making a profit from people’s
health problems, and attorneys for doing so from their non physical ones,
so too does the rebel despise how his natural born thoughts prey on his mind
to make their nut.
 
 

Under normal conditions: minds don’t have thoughts  --  thoughts have minds,
(or for you exceptionally hot-of-head): man doesn’t think  --  think mans).
 
 

The mind of one guy says: “A man who talks to himself can talk to me  --
one of the conversations however costs more than the other.”
Fact: a man with no interest in the matters ordinary minds value --  has no expenses.

After lengthy submersion of his reading raft in the disquieting
written waters of man’s perceived, dramatic seas,
he staggered dazed from the library of lyric lamentables, emitting a roar:
“Damn what the Classicalists claim: ain’t no Tragic Muse stalkin’ MY stage!”
No one at the ship’s wheel knows what is below the surface
except by the influence it has ON the surface,
and the consciousness at the wheel of the brain has a similar situation
(except what is below the surface influences it to say otherwise).
Question: why would people living naturally in the basement
want those in the penthouse to speak for them?
Fact: on one world: the interesting are mute  --  only the superficial speak.
A man who does not gain from facts which no ordinary mind would ever entertain
is a man whose understanding is sailing nowhere.
To get to the bottom of things you must be: about-your-own-business  --
which requires that you create your own business.
 
 

When he heard of an opening in the city for a cook,
a rebel mused that while he could fill the position,
what he’d cook up the citizenry wouldn’t recognize.
 
 

Reviewing his own impression of his inner life, one man said:
“I’m a bad-d-d-d  boy!” and his mind said: “Good-d-d-d boy!”
Within the confines of city consciousness --  anything can work-out;
no matter how literally improbable be the concept  --  thoughts (to themselves)
can make it sound feasible ('least to the feeble [sorry]: normal minded).
Fact: the familiar always fits –
thus does the fleer from the city disown his homegrown wardrobe.
The motto would be: "If it is the collective’s business  --  it is none of mine."
 
 

One father’s advice to a son: “One: do not comment on other men’s ideas
unless you are personally conversing with them;
two: don’t be conversing with men about their so called ideas  -- Jeeze!
(Oh yeah: this goes for your own natural thoughts also.)
A saving-grace-fact is that the certain man’s mind has nothing to say to inferiors.”  --  and a passerby injected: “That may be saving, but it is certainly not clear!?!”
“Now see boy, right there is the sort of would be conversationalist
a bright lad will ignore.”
Fact: a man whose mind talks to him about matters that do not exist in
the physical realm  --  and who listens  thereto –
will never hear the sound of things as they merely are.
 
 

While on a hunting expedition in the city, a man inquired of a companion:
“Why are none of the rabbits popping out of holes, the ones I want?”
Only at the outer limits of the city do things finally become interesting:
while the edge of unconstructed reality is just the beginning of fun for the rebel.
Once part of man’s brain became conscious,
the unadorned, original garden became covered in semi and faux interest;
if anything, the certain man is a pruner:
a pruner first  -- we’ll-see-about-a-planter later.
The reason no man under normal conditions can fulfill his desires
is that he does not know fully what they are;
men who perceive themselves completely surrounded by bananas
know not how to vary their diet other than with bananas,
(need the inherent fallacy be noted).
The rebel sailor must slip from the city dock;
he with the certain-sickness, get away from the city docs.
A man who can re-recognize the basement garden must weed out all the bananas  --  then create his own business, and cure his own ills
(okay mister stickler-for-accuracy: have his consciousness do it)  --  and someone inquires:
“Is that: ‘Have his consciousness do it’?  --  or: ‘Let  his consciousness do it’?”
                                            Here!  --  you take the wheel for a while.
 
 

There is a most exciting place seldom visited where is to be explored
the nexus ‘twixt two tremendous mental touchstones:
the matter of: Like vs. Is  (as for random example in):
“Nature is LIKE a computer” vs.  “Nature IS a computer” –
“The brain is LIKE a thought producer” vs. “The brain IS a thought producer.”

Fact: the work of brain’s consciousness is totally dependent on
its ability to compare things:
in the useful realm, comparing physical things,
in the merely entertaining, comparing incorporeal ones;
fact: ordinary minds are programmed to find the entertaining comparison of
intangible things in the mind of as much substance as those of
physical matters in the world outside;
question: on what sort of ship does a captain attempt to plow the charts,
and not the sea?
Only the comparison of things material produces results useful to man’s survival;
the comparison of matters lacking physical reality serves but to entertain the mind when it is not engaged in the just noted activity.

One chap mused: “It’s probably just as well that not more people
do realize what is really going on, or else we could run short of worriers.”
And once their attention was fully upon him, the speaker commenced his speech:
“Adulthood!” he declared:
“The time you either: unlearn  --  OR --  expand the follies of your youth.”  --
in the garden of consciousness you either: turn back Adam’s clock  --  OR  --

If you remember precisely how long it has been since
you stopped some habit you consider undesirable,
you haven’t yet given it up.
 
 

One guy’s favorite pastime was to annoy himself,
and then pretend he didn’t know who did it.
 
 

A scientist is someone whose mind wants to understand the universe:
the certain man is he whose mind wants to understand his mind

One guy’s favorite pastime is to annoy himself and then pretend that he didn’t do it.
 
 
 
 
 

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