Men
understand that their genes are undoubtedly responsible for their bodies,
but
these same genes make men pretend oblivion to the gene’s responsibility
for
their minds:
thus
do a puppet and a puppeteer live a lifetime, jammed up, jowl to jowl
in
a cramped space, yet with the former able to feel himself a self determining
entity (or at least pretending to:
a
necessity for the mind to meet its responsibilities).
“Pa
pa: did you notice how many times the word, responsibility
was used
in
what was just said?"
“Obviously a sop to some readers, for have you not noticed:
creatures who cannot fly love to read about those who can (in other words):
it is why humans enjoy fiction: reading about interesting exploits in the
lives of
made up people to compensate for the lack of same in their own.”
The
source of all religion and patriotism is man’s collective temperament,
not
any ideology.
A
certain man, as he drove past churches, psychiatric clinics and the
storefronts
of sundry soothsayers, suddenly was the sluiceway for this thought:
“Why
do men invent a needless middle man, god, and ask him to cure their illnesses
rather than just appealing directly to their brain who alone has the ability.”
And
for readers up to it, ratchet his puzzlement tighter and ponder it thus:
“Why
do men’s nervous system have its consciousness concoct the idea of god,
and
then petition this self made invention to do something,
such
as relieve their body of a cancer,
which
is normal responsibility of the immune system,
which
is subject to the ultimate direction OF consciousness -- what
gives?
To
what end does life have man’s nervous system pursuing such a circuitous
course, and how could understanding the inexpressible answer to this
not
be the understanding of everything.
One
chap, while taking a break became the medium for this thought:
“For
there to be free will, men would have to have had an original plan,
which
would require first that they intended to be born,
and
the acts in their lives that would closest suggest any freedom would be
those
situations wherein one man attempts to sell something to another man,
even
more precisely: con games.”
As
he gazed off into the sunny sky, a trailing, slap-to-his-own-head idea
appeared: “Strange yet strangely neat: the only human activity that even
comes close to
meeting
the requirements of a willfully conceived and freely executed act
would
be one man’s attempted perpetration of fraud upon another.”
There
would be no spot within all human culture that would be immune to the ramifications
of this: pick any example you fancy from religion to art to education,
and
ponder the nexus for yourself -- it can be quite eye/I
popping.
Re
The Diverse Responsibilities Of The Penthouse And The Basement
In
The Construct Of Man’s Nervous System.
Mind’s
job is to plan: instinct does not plan:
hunger
(for instance) instantly moves a man to search for food;
mind
has no such essential needs to motivate it;
mind
must provide its own.
“PROVIDE? -- coming from where?!”
Okay:
create.
The
local god in one area told the beings in his charge to call him, Turd
Face,
“Just,”
he explained: “To help keep them humble,” but when they heard this,
they
all thought: “Surely he means to help keep HIM humble.”
How
difficult it is for talking creatures to comprehend in any instance,
the
actual purpose of their words’ trajectory.
What
understanding has a puppet of the sounds coming from his mouth;
regardless
of how apt it may be in delivering the arrow,
a
bow in the dark never realizes what the target is.
Words
serve as planners,
but
ordinary men are made to take them as accomplishments;
words
are commonly shadows of matters not yet appeared,
and
only a man who knows
can see it.
Bunco
Alert!
When
you try to explain what you are,
you
have become the swindler and the swindled.
“You
mean simply that: the hearing of your mind is again enthralled by its speaking?!”
Very good.
Said
(or at least he wanted to say) one chap when he would seek to speak about
that
certain-matter
with a man he suspected understood it,
and
who was given to some jocularity when conversing thereabout:
“When
we converse on this subject (knowing my mind as I do):
perhaps
it be best -- we bring not in jest,”
for
whenever he heard something related to the Great
Search
(the
most serious matter in all of his life) that made him want to laugh
--
he
was much disturbed;
it
seemed to him that nothing that would be really
pertinent to this
most
extraordinary matter could in any manner be humorous;
Speaking
in consideration of the mental and instinctive areas of
the
human nervous system: a man with that
certain hunger
is
like a caboose trying to rearrange things so that it can pull the train:
a
feat not possible in the congested confines of the city,
but
one not totally inconceivable outside the normal urban limits.
Which
reminds of a maxim popular with a people on another world:
“If
you act uninterested -- life will leave you alone.”
(FYI:
the ancient, original version was: “If you act dumb…”)
And
Now Today’s: Good News.
If
you can enjoy being antsy and irritated --
you
can enjoy being civilized and ordinary.
And
now: The Bad News.
Huh?! -- what could be worse than that!
From
the east stands came the cheer:
“Hey,
Hey! -- it’s in the genes!” countered from the west stands
by:
“No,
No! It’s in the scenes -- in which we’ve lived!”
--
and
not withstanding the twin exhortations -- the game never ends!
--
and
none ever realize what has actually transpired, save the fifty yard line
(who
by nature is silent).
“Pa
pa: when I grow to fully fit my uniform, can I then shut up?!”
“CAN YOU? -- if you don’t --
the effect of your blabber will be to rip it right back off of you.”
“Yea
yea! -- it’s DNA!”
“No no! – in conditions’ flow!”
Note:
The Good, and Bad News for a man who knows is that he doesn’t listen to
it.
Victory
over the weak and unprepared is the norm –
thus
do extraordinary triumphs go unreported,
(see
what that tells you about the standing of your normal thoughts).
“You
know, you’re right: sometimes the whole thing IS hilarious
(at
least the way it gets reported in the verbal papers).”
J
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