Whenever asked to comment on the probable correctness of someone’s speculation one man’s response was always:
“It’s possible,” and finally his son challenged him:
  “Why do you say that when clearly everything that men’s minds can come up with
      cannot be possible!” and the father replied:
 “If his mind can conceive of it, there is nothing more to say to an ordinary man than: ‘It’s possible’ --  for it was possible for his mind to think of it,
and if the matter never goes further than that  --  that’s okay with him;
all he wanted was for you to know that he thought of it.
A straightforward example of this:
not being able to breathe is not necessarily a reason for having asthma  --
it is a possible reason, but not an assured one;
physical defects (like everything else worthwhile)
require more than just labels to be truly about their business;
there exists an unceasing and unanalyzed relationship between the physical life
men live and their thoughts’ running commentary regarding same
that misdirects and confuses even the minds of experts, the educated,
and those of native neural cleverness;
just because a man says he is dead doesn’t prove that he is –
but because he can say it  --  his mind, through follow up words,
can offer what can pass for --  credible support of the idea.

Everyone professes to understand fully the nature of the mind’s ability to imagine  --  and they are all being unknowingly fooled by it.
My boy, there is nothing wrong with playing air trumpet  --
unless it begins to give you asthma.”
    “What if it gets me a contract with Blue Note?”
“Well now, you’ve turned the page of the song book;
for those of our special musical family:
mental possibilities which are clearly nothing more are always in the wrong key,
while those simply deemed so by the squares in the human band
may be the very passages you need to play.

Only a man who knows what is going on with life knows with certainty --  for himself  --  what possibilities are actually possible and which ones are but
entertaining distractions for the normal mind.”
  “So the rebel will fly where others fear to go?!”
“Where they even believe exists: the land where the nature of land is revealed.”
 
 
 

Later that day the father picked up the conversation with the son:
“The basic method to get to that place could be described as:
causing your nervous system to continually confront itself,
in which whatever thoughts its temperament causes to appear in your mind  --
you cause that rebellious part of your mind (unique to our genetic line) to counter  --  nay, better put: to parry (for example):
for whatever reason (which is irrelevant --  unless you know what you did
that created the reason, but that notwithstanding),
for whatever reason, physical activity below the conscious area of your brain
produces in your mind thoughts of fear: ('I don’t feel so good  --  I could be dying!')  --
a normal enough mental experience for men, and of the type that,
when present, completely fills their mind;
but the rebel (unlike conventional men) has an anomalous splinter group of neurons
in his brain which are not totally under the control of his nervous system’s
normal programming;
they (in an operationally real, though theoretically impossible sense) have a degree of unnatural freedom from the standard structure of mankind’s collective mind;
an actual sliver of the electrochemical activity in his brain which produces consciousness and thought has the ability to stand apart from the automatic activity
in the lower areas of his nervous system which produce the thoughts that normally
fill up all the space in his consciousness, and definitively constitute his thinking,
and by being able to so do, this rebellious area can present parries thereto;
thus in the instance of a man’s nervous system being in such a state as
to cause thoughts to appear in his consciousness that say (in reference to him):
'I could be dying!' –  the anomalous, unaligned extant in the certain man might say:
'Well, bless your pitiful little heart!’ (or some such) --
anything that would deflect the words and thwart what would have otherwise been their impact on his state-of-mind.

All in all me lad: such a man’s nervous system can in essence -- turn on itself,
not in the sense of harming itself, but as in turning to see itself.
If the entire army is faithful to the king it can never have any comprehension of itself,
but if there is a soldier therein, born with a deficiency in his faithfulness-gene,
he can conceive of the array and grasp the nature of its activity.

Frequently popping up in man’s history are notions professing the
metaphysical benefits of: ‘Going against yourself’ (or your, ‘nature’) such as:
wearing a hair shirt; carrying a pebble in your shoe; not eating food you prefer,
or sitting silently and uncomfortably in a fixed position,
but these are diluted, semi-palatable-to-the-public reflections of how such an approach can be employed for actual benefit, and not simply as providers of
additional, and meaningless discomfort;
the profitable use of the idea by a man with the outlier shard in his nervous system
is in its being continually brought to mind to go against the thoughts that
automatically appear therein.
To such a man it is not a matter of any of these particular thoughts being
right or wrong: proper or improper: with or without any foundation,
it only matters that the non conscious parts of his nervous system
caused them to appear in his consciousness  –
that is all that is needed for his rebellious neurons to act as I indicated:
to parry the thrust these mechanical signals attempt on his capacity to think.

In combat: all surrenders leave one party impoverished and bitter,
ergo does a neural rebel never come to an understanding with his natural nervous system opposition.