In
keeping an eye/I on
his natural born mental processes
one
man continually reminded himself of the fact that a tyrant can allow free
elections as long as he gets to count the ballots.
Fools
can never realize how foolish they are in a land where
fools
do all the defining of foolishness.
“Mein
gott! -- what could be clearer than that!
How
have I lived forty years without ever seeing it?!”
(He
doesn’t really want a response to that, does he.)
* * *
All
conventional knowledge of man is biographical;
the
man-who-knows, carries no bio.
History is made by historians -- not by those who lived it.
* * *
In
one land, the Royal Chemist
damn near got the King
to declare:
“Those who drink,
then do not think (or else fight)
will not be allowed to
drink.”
* * *
In
the competition between light and sound waves --
each
has its supporters.
* * *
Zealots
are in the minority -- ‘cept in the city,
the
minority there is in the majority.
(Go figure! -- [or else out of town.])
* * *
No one is as remorseful as a man who expresses remorse.
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A
Maxim Presumably Submitted By The Universe.
It
rains on squirrels and stones alike (well it clearly
wouldn’t have come from life).
* * *
The
unrecognized, hidden-agenda of all agendas is
men’s
deep desire to have
a hidden-agenda.
* * *
Staying
scrunched up in a corner will keep you warm, but_________________
(fill in the blank with whatever you like).
* * *
In
the ongoing conflict between hormones and neurons --
each
team has its own cheerleaders.
* * *
An
Energy Saving Tip For Those Whose Alertness Is Tip Top.
Life
can’t be MADE any better than this,
(but
certainly the rest of you shouldn’t let that stop you).
A man with a sweater,
in the weather,
may feel better,
but a man with a brain,
he can contain,
damn sure will.
* * *
Obvious-facts
have
two distinct features (called in some quarters: dangers,
[but
the two-bits’ version seems to some, overly dramatic]):
the
first is that they can be too obvious;
the
second is that they can be too factual,
and
lastly: once everyone’s become accustomed to the substitute quarterback,
it’s
easier to just leave him in the game.
Thus
concludes this treatise concerning: Obvious-facts,
(and
if its intent was not all that obvious to you
it
means that you are still up to your blinding neck in search of facts).
“Here
now! -- what can possibly be wrong in searching for more facts!”
Nothing --
if
you know the purpose of the search --
which
is not as obvious as the standard search engine believes.
* * *
In
city life:
a
man with bad-ideas
is the same as a man with good-ideas
--
just
on a different day.
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A
Track Tip To Keep The Super Alert ON Track.
At
city parks, no matter how the odds look at post time -- always
bet on Irony,
(the
only thing sure-fire
in the city is that your horse will eventually trip,
and
that it will seem to your mind, completely unexpected --
[so
the nag’s tag is quite understandable, huh?!]
This
insider’s info is based on all city tracks being in a circular configuration.)
* * *
News
About News.
First
the bad news:
it
is not as easy as men think to report any actual good-news
-
(okay,
more accurately):
it
is not as easy as men think for them to
hear good-news if it IS reported
--
(a
bit more precision if you please):
it
is not as easy as men think to go against their nature and seek OUT good-news.
Fact.
Good-news benefits no one in man’s nervous system tenement --
save
the non payers on the top floor.
* * *
The
speaker said to his audience:
“The
mind is a finely tuned, superbly engineered machine
that
can run with almost no attention or upkeep” --
he
paused to brush some life from his eye, looked off into the distance, then
added:
“I
trust that a few among you do not hear this as a complimentary observation.”
* * *
The
Ways Of City Justice.
A
bag piper gives thanks when he sees an accordionist trip --
who
stumbled while laughing at the death of a banker –
who
killed himself trying to collect on the loan of an insurance salesman
--
who
had borrowed the money to buy bag pipes.
(“And
on the rail, it’s Irony
by a nose” -- if you wanna call THAT -- justice!
O.Q.
(Obvious
Question).
In
the city -- what else CAN you call it!
* * *
In
one land the King
declared: “I am my own leader!’ --
and
the People
cried out: “We are our own followers!” –
and
they both held up mirrors and sighed: “All is well.”
(Never
forget, you students of subliminal history:
it
was man’s mind who coined the term: “What goes around comes around” --
‘cause
it knows of no other way things can work.)
* * *
Conversation
In “C”
-- Hersey Listing Number: Sans-Nuts.
“Thoughts
too need nourishment.”
“As in: education; fresh ideas, and other metaphysical stimulation.”
“Nay,
as in: minerals, hamburgers, and the like.”
Tune
in next time when Mozart
and Dante get
in an argument over
who
has the silliest calling -- and upon finally realizing that
they have the same,
they
damn near then come to blows over whose name is the silliest,
(all
of this occurring of course in the city --
the
place where ever things ridiculous can be made to seem serious.
[Outside
of town where frolics Satie
and Aristophanes,
the
only thing ridiculous to be seen is a mathematician trying to dance]).
* * *
One
man, interested in exploring the transcendental possibilities in man’s
mental life says that his attitude toward systematized efforts in this
area is:
If
you are sailing off into unknown oceans with no assurance of ever returning
--
why
not
-- rent-your-vessel?! --
and
that previously mentioned speaker flicked away a speck of
local
reality from his other eye/I
and said:
“I
further trust that a few of you heard this story with the proper understanding
that
in
city seas: starboard can be both on your right and your left,
(that’s
what makes conventional knowledge so....oh, interesting,
I
guess you could say” -- [sounds better than: meaningless,
huh?!])
* * *
One man told his mind: “Don’t call me -- I’ll call you,”
* * *
One
People
decided
that they would no longer have a King
–
and made an immediate, astonishing discovery:
deciding to do something and pulling it off are actually two different
things.
One city’s official motto is: “A man who is not sarcastic is not patriotic.”
* * *
In
the never ending struggle ‘twixt stupidity and non stupidity,
only
one side is ever heard from -- (“Only one side
can speak, you dolt!”)
* * *
Okay!
-- an additional example of: Justice
In The City.
To
the deaf: all paintings look better in the dark.
* * *
From
the position of the outsider of town:
there
is no connection between the thoughts you have, and consciousness
-- and yet: it is impossible to get away from the operational fact
that there is.
* * *
On
one more expansive world:
the
oceans roll and run within
the creatures of the sea,
and
the head of one family declared to the brood:
“The
dumber you are, the better you look --
in the city.”
And
these concluding: Definitions.
An
ordinary man: someone too serious.
An
ordinary mystic: someone
WAY-Y-Y-Y too serious.
Join
us next time when Milton
and John Q. Public
get in a public row over
which
one of them is which.
(Only in city
cortexes my friends -- only there could such a thing occur.)
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