Being partisan about matters which exist only in words
assures one of being always slightly disoriented.
(It was by his strong opinions regarding the topics of conversation
around the tea table that The Mad Hatter became mad.)
 
 
 

In the land of illusion (since there is nothing to be known),
those professing ignorance can pass for wise.
Question: How can you determine with absolute certainty that you are really stupid, and not just pretending?
A true upholder-of-the-obvious can’t imagine not being able to answer this --
(strictly in private  --  since his method of making such a determination
would make no sense to anyone else).
 
 
 

If run of the mill thoughts couldn’t think of the past  --  they could scarcely run at all.
 
 
 

One man suggests that the surest approach to weather forecasting
is tied to your state of health:
if you are alive  --  there will be some weather.
(The way of the obvious is always the surest way.)
 
 
 

The relationship between monastic life and the mind
is that of taking a tightly wound watch into seclusion and hoping it will calm down.
 
 
 

The figure took a central position and declared:
“Anything you say you know that is in any manner self serving, or self referential
is not knowledge that can be of any extraordinary use  --  now:
who among you understands this?”  and six billion hands were raised
(and while everyone was looking around to see who was looking around,
one man muttered to another: “We might as well keep our hands up in case
he’s going to ask: ‘And who feels victimized by this?’”)
 
 
 

One man would try each night to frighten his son asleep by tucking him tightly
under the covers up to his chin, touching his tiny nose and cautioning:
“Beware the fiends of the obvious.”
 
 
 

A man who says and believes that he is fighting-his-own-personal-demons
is in a losing battle (unless he happens to finally realize the nature of men’s demons).
 
 
 

One day a prince said to his father:
“I think it is time I leave,” and the king replied:
    “I was just about to make you leave,”
and for some time the younger wondered which of the two was true.
 
 
 

A Simple Test For Those Who Long To Be More Mentally Complex.
If you take what anyone else says, seriously  --  you’re stupid!   (That’s simple enough.)

Now this unrelated story:
For forty five years did one man talk to himself about those
unique mortally-important matters only to finally realize  --  to no purpose.

In the land of make believe, you can certainly pretend to yourself  that
you are riding an imaginary bus  --  no one can stop you  -- that is its beauty to most, (but not to a few).
 
 
 

The distance between consciousness and thought
is the same as between hormones and neurons, and someone erupts:
“Well thanks bunches!  --  that is just the sort of encouraging and useful information
I need at this time in my life!"
(For those who may have missed it:
he just verbally and emotionally exemplified the distance.)
 
 
 

About The Rebellion.
A true rebel can’t even consider the alternative.
 
 
 

Under normal human conditions:
there is more to think about than there are people to think about it.
 
 
 

Another definition of: The Rebel:
One who can look his own human conditions dead in the eye  --
                                                                         and privately smile  --
                                                                              without blinking.
 
 
 

To partisan dreamers: their life is the preface,
and the realization that comes at the moment of death  --  their defining experience,
while to the certain man, the  realization is his life, and all else  --  prefaces to death.
 
 
 

Another Example Of How It Works.
Finding out that you do not have to replace the fuel pump in your Porsche after all makes your upcoming heart surgery seem more agreeable.
 
 
 

Every time you talk about the-kinda-guy-you-are
you put hormones and neurons in a useless, concocted conflict.
 
 
 

Ideas As Foodstuffs.
Amidst human intellectual affairs, another earmark of a more neurally active man
would be that he could take vitamins and make them feel better.
Version Two: he could take amphetamines and make them more alert.
Version Tres: he could smoke peyote and cause it to see other worlds.

   Holding high the mental glass of the city up to the light of the obvious,
a man declared: “I will drink none of man’s conventional wine, get sick, throw up,
and have a hangover before it is time,”  and in a thunderous voice the city shouted out: “It’s time, it’s time!  --  it’s always time!”
 
 
 

One man says he has worked relentlessly all of his life preparing for the day
when widespread hesitation may break out
(he declined to explain or elaborate...............................[probably just as well]).
 
 
 

The older get hormones, the less contentious become neurons,
which the ordinary want to take as wisdom.
 
 
 

 If you can convince someone else that you were right after all  --  you weren’t;
only dunces rub-it-in, and only dunces believe there is ever anything to BE rubbed;
white socks turned inside out (after all) are always black.
 
 
 

Non Partisan Science.
Any sequence the ordinary mind perceives as going in order is meaningless.
 
 
 

One man was careful about what he said  --  and said little;
then he got even carefuller and said nothing.