When an ordinary mind (and its collective counterpart, civilization)
wants to take a step forward,
if it is momentarily resting on its left foot, it will shift its weight to its right,
thus is it valid to see man’s neural existence and cultural world always off balance  --  but in the state of its natural grace;
 the rebel’s advance however, comes by jumping  --
both feet always involved in his moving.
(You may as well call hormones & neurons your right and left feet.)
 
 
 

There’s this one man who will claim he believes quite outrageous things,
and egg people on until someone will chastise him: “That’s no way to be,”
so that he can say to himself: “It’s SOME way to be.”
 
 
 

Man has a life of primary affairs, which are directed by his hormones;
he also has a life of secondary affairs, which are under the auspices of his neurons,
and a man who can be offended by primary matters
has a sure future in secondary ones  --
why he might even become the mayor of his local civilization.
 
 
 

Sometimes while watching acts, one man would trip over his facts,
and at other times his partner did the same, only in reverse.
Hormones are to acts as neurons are to facts;
you can either: look where you’re going  --  or:
go where you’re thinking  --  and if the latter,
you’re likely to trip over mere shadows on the sidewalk.

A sentiment popular in the city is:

When he would look upon affairs in men’s mentally constructed, secondary reality,
one man could see the foolishness of one’s claim of superiority over another:
the reality of life is multifaceted  --  neurons’ perceptions thereof  --  fungible.
 
 
 

One man adopted as his personal motto: “Short And Sweet,”
and when he died, his son not only decided to take it as his own, but to revise and improve it as well (which he did by changing it to say: “Short,”
[and his old man chuckled in the grave]).
 
 
 

The Soaps Slither On.....And On.....And On.....
If you try to see that the drama of everyone’s today
is simply a continuation of yesterday’s episode,
the commercials become less annoying.

Hormones are like the essentials in life --
neurons, what you do with your disposable income,
“What I do?!  --   how about we bring the real culprit  --  life into this discussion!”   --  There, there sir, calm down; the commercial break is almost over,
and momentarily you’ll be able to slip back into the peaceful sludge.

When they first heard the term: "Being true to yourself" --
neurons nodded their solemn agreement while hormones exclaimed: "WHAT?!"
 
 
 

The certain man is somehow as irresistibly drawn to the idea of awakening
as he is hormonally to the sight and smell of a woman.
 
 
 

In all animals: blood = energy; hormones = information,
but only in man are there neurons to analyze the info,
and only in the certain man, the unconventional wherewithal to analyze the analyzer.
 
 
 

After a particularly stimulating and satisfying thought,
one man likes to light up a smoke and say to his mind: “Was it good for you?”
 
 
 

Hormones & Neurons: The Nervous System & Thoughts: Ownership vs Renting.
Any man with even a handful of heads-up prefers the permanent to the ephemeral  -- (how can you not?!  -- from this did humanity’s collective mind come up with the idea of man’s existence being metaphysically eternal, in spite of his local somatic demise).
 
 
 

A dedicated city dweller can prove anything under the sun
merely from incidents in his own life.
 
 
 

A large order of man’s confusion arises from not recognizing that hormones are things, and neurons are an activity.
Even though hormones be the hand stuck up the back of
neurons’ ventriloquist’s dummy, writing its every word,
(and is an arrangement taken quite well by those in the city),
for the rebel, too much talk by neurons interferes with the special relationship
he needs with hormones.
The feature of the nervous system capable of imaging a dam, of constructing one,
then of verbally christening it a: “dam,” certainly benefits man’s food production,
but for the few, this can dam up their needed neural flow;
without all things be named  --  no civilization;
with all things being named  --  the certain man must be super attentive  --
never mistaking facts for acts.
     (“I guess the only excusable example of this being when you’re asleep at night and dreaming, huh?!”)
 
 

Pst! -- non hostile laughter is the secret connection between hormones and neurons,
(and of course, the proper relationship 'tween the two is the bedrock of seeing what is really going on).