As the Royal Philosopher lay on his death bed
(which stood just aft of the hypothalamus)
the King knelt beside him and gently whispered:
“My trusted friend: I have long suspected that you know much more about
the nature of life than you have told me;
has not the time now arrived for you to reveal to me whatever deep secrets
you possess?” and the dying sage replied:
“Your Grace: I have already done all for you that a man like you can have done;
what you now ask is not as simple as it sounds inside your own head when you say it, for a man from another planet --  even if he is carrying a locally made sandwich  --
is still from another planet,”
and as he slipped away, His Grace suddenly didn’t feel all that graceful.
 
 
 

News For Those Called To Redeem Mankind.
If you don’t know who your audience is it’s hard to have an audience,
and if you don’t understand why you have the audience you do --
you should be out there with them.

Unrecognized City Fact.
In that neural locale, all speakers and all audiences are the same thing.
 
 
 

According to lost legend:
when the threat of neural rebellion first became apparent on planet Earth,
to pacify men and permanently suppress the possibility,
life simply made them mistake advancing age as an increase in understanding.
“Woo-wee, Herbert!  --  and it works every time!”
     “Right on, Renfro  --  and it only has to once!”
(One guy says that life’s a LOT more fun  --  now that he’s dead.)
 
 
 

If you’re a good boy or girl,
circumstances on one planet will permit you to either:
think about whatever it is you are thinking about   --  or:
think about thinking itself.
 
 
 

A.M.F.O.T.  A Maxim For Our Time.  (“Well it’s ABOUT time!”)
If you’re happy with life --  life’ll be happy with you  --  AND:
even if you’re not  --  it still will be.
 
 
 

Professor Dorman’s: “Human Nature Simply Explained.”
“We are what we eat;
we are what we think;
we are what we have been taught;
we are the sum total of all that has happened to us,
and the product of all we remember;
we are all bozos.”             Thank you Professor.
 
 

Question: what is this universe’s most easily frightened creature?
Answer: a normal human mind.
                Skittish is as seen herein,
                a mortal cowed is life’s good friend  --
not saying its best friend (which would be a fully realized mind)   --
but a good one...........the expected one.

Yelling out his car window into the smiling open mouth of the big plastic clown head, local reality gave its order:
“Since I’ll be driving all night on my way to Ordinarymanville,
you better just give me a couple of Wimpburgers.”
And later, on his way over, reality played the question-&-answer game in his head:
“What,” he asked himself, “Is this world’s most easily misinformed creature?”
and no sooner had he answered: “The human mind” than he thought: “Wait!  --
that’s a fallacious response,
‘cause the human mind is the only creature who can be IN-formed.”
 
 
 

In the city: being pushy doesn’t cost any more  --  or less,
and, luck in that milieu, is primarily an activity of youth.
“Getting old,” says one man: “Doesn’t enlighten you,
but it does stop you from giving a shit that you’re in the dark.”
Being pissed has no age restrictions.
    “How about being dense?”
How old do you have to be to be dumb enough to ask that!
 
 
 

One man admits that when he speaks,
he does sometimes stretch the things he says  --  BUT:
firmly adds that he only stretches the TRUTH  --  nothing else.

One legend holds that a special place in the Hades Of Sleep
awaits those who exaggerate lies,
and that awakening to the truth in this life comes only BY a man discovering how to make more of what he knows is true than is actually there;
enlightenment allows you to see how things really are,
but only by producing your own self-magnified light will it ever occur.

City minds have what they call knowledge,
the certain man possesses what they would find a totally extravagant version thereof (assuming they could ever see what he has in his mind  --  which is not possible).
 
 
 

"Sex, sex, sex!" exclaimed one man to himself: "Is that all you ever think about!" --
and his hormones replied: "Hey --  don't ask us, we're not the ones doing the thinking," which of course was their easily seen-through attempt to shift responsibility
by making a joke of human nature.
Investment News.
When the nervous system speaks  --  everybody listens  --  everybody who can hear,  which is limited to a specific part of the nervous system --
'cept that part can't seem to normally tell where the voice is coming from.
"Well Pop: that makes it tricky to know just where to put your money, doesn't it."
     "But my boy, it keeps the dilettantes out of the market and out of our hair."
                           (Suggestion: "Dilettantes" here quite likely means: "thoughts".)
 
 
 

To stay in shape and keep the inner fire alive,
one man would periodically walk up to strangers and in an off hand voice say:
“Don’t take this personally: but if I had the time  --  I’d whip your ass”  --
and since he DID  --  he didn’t have to.
   “Hey  --  what are we really talking about here?!”  --  this:
a man who can’t beat himself up mentally is too much of a wimp to worry about.
And once upon a time there was a man who removed the word, “try”
from all his speech and thought.

Just as there are both the universal and the local;
the public and the private, the nervous system and the mind,
there are also two forms of  mind: the collective and the individual,
and it is the former which plans all city activities, and recreational sleepwalking.

In the “Semi-Conscious”  --  no, that should be:
“Semi-Annual Serious Poetry Competition” in the city,
a submission that didn’t make the final round, opened with this line:
    “Love, oh love;
      to my mind, my heart is a bladder…”
 
 
 

Striving to expand his personal explorations, the neural privateer determined not to dilute his efforts with concerns about the activity of sailing;
for the certain man, the job apparently at hand
is not necessarily the one which will pay off for him.
 
 
 

Medical News.
One man’s self prescription: “The fewer things you put in your body the better.”  --  (though it is not clear which areas of the body he referred to).
 
 

One man found himself alone (metaphorically) in the city
in that he was the only person who did NOT have an explanation for it.
 
 
 

Cultural self-identification equals individual mis-identification –
another reminder that cows love herds, sheep, flocks, and men,
civilized groups of those with similar nervous systems and hence, thoughts,
and the rebel will eventually see this situation via his own recognition that
this is also how his own natural-born, city mind hangs together.

The weak and dense will cling to one another, and to simplistic dreams;
the more sophisticated, to simply more sophisticated dreams and contemporaries,
while the knight errant is of a mind that strains constantly against the
cohesive-seeming control of his nervous system,
and which attaches itself to nothing extant in mankind’s collective mental life.
 
 

Whenever he could remember to do it: one man would say to his nervous system as it would be sending up hormones to stir up his neurons: “I thought this was originally intended to be a joke?!”