To himself, one man said:
“None can be safe until all are safe;
none can be full until all are full;
none can be happy until all are happy,”
and went on like this for seventy years,
repeating himself only twice, only twice, only twice...
 
 
 
 

There was a captain of a ship whose voice declared when it would go forward,
when it would go port, when it would go starboard and when it would stop;
he however himself received these orders, and he himself however,
was not aware thereof.
                                       Oh a captain in the dark,
                                       is a captain still happy  --  (a captain confident in fact).

Men’s minds came up with the concept of God in response to
their discomfort with the idea of Chance,
and as some became more sophisticated, their minds conjured up the notion of science to replace the first group’s original replacement,
(we still await the expansion of man’s insight sufficient to bring about
an even more comprehension replacement of the last one.)
The relationship between: playing-with-language, and: seeing-things-head-on
is similar to that between the academic study of humor, and being a comedian.
And one man began to periodically think: “I believe I’ve  about laughed myself out,”
but every time he did, damn’f his nervous system wouldn’t run another humorous act (with an apparent serious message) onto the stage of his mind
for his entertainment and distraction.

Hormones lead  --  neurons complain about their doing so
(while having no knowing what they are really complaining about).

    Query: What is the sound a wolf makes in the city?
    Query: What is the sound in the city that draws the wolf there?
    Query: What is the sound of the city that a wolf hears in himself?
 
 
 
 

In one land during a Nervous System/Mind Festival, when it came time to
pay homage to the King one village stood in the center of the field and said:
“I would now, in a manner decidedly UN metaphorical, speak to our esteemed leader
in some detail regarding the matter of sex…” and His Grace leaned to a guard,
and whispered: “Shoot him.”
 
 
 
 
 

Run-of-the-mill minds always have greater respect for the minds/thoughts of men dead than any alive.  (Interesting enough to surely there from have something to learn, no?!)
 
 
 
 

Conversational Mambo Fragment Number Two-Four Time.
“I heard of one place where people have to forget something they already know
in order to remember anything new.”
     “Where is this place?”
“Why ask me?  --  are you trying to be insulting!”
Not all conversations go as the conversationalist planned (not the useful ones at least).
 
 
 
 
 

If waking-up is simply the realization of what is really going on, then the road thereto is through the examination of the gap between what men say is going on and what is, without cynicism or outrage at the existence of such a gap,
but by simply studying the matter and pondering its purpose.
 
 

Forget about metaphysical icons, or metaphoric symbols,
nothing is more exemplary of man’s consciousness than the cell phone.
 
 
 
 
 

There is a certain shallowness to the certain man;
there is a depth to his consciousness, but a shallowness to his pretensions.
 
 
 
 
 

The ultimate statement of mind’s perception of its powers is its belief that
it comprehends the reality of the word, eternal,
(as in the common belief that the mind is undying).
Routine thought fails to see the threat to its operations in not challenging
Dr. Johnson’s listing as the world’s foremost lexicographer in his dictionary.
 
 
 
 
 

One man’s surgery advice is:
Have as little of your guts and major organs removed as possible,
and as much as possible of your natural born thinking.
 
 
 
 
 

Forget all of collective man’s spiritual booger-boos,
all of his repressed psychological traumas,
those seeking the greater expansion of their nervous system’s consciousness
have but one foe in their struggle  --  the normal human condition.