One father’s advice: “If you do not clearly understand a question
there are two reactions available: either guess at an answer, or don’t  --
and your choice doesn’t matter,
(and for god’s sake whatever you do  --  don’t think for a moment
that this applies to what goes on just inside your own thoughts!)”
 
 
 
 

A fellow who had studied both Philosophy and Computer Programming,
and who had held a number of reasonably respectable jobs,
but now exists as a street-person, explains his visible downfall as being the result of
an inner turmoil brought on by him asking himself:
“Why always the absence of religious fervor among the starving?”
Which moved some hormones to hummer:
“Yeah  --  you would expect that those imminently confronting death
would be the very ones most given to religiosity?!" --
then they slapped their little selves on the forehead and said:
“What in heaven’s name are we thinking of!  --
the knowledge we alone have of things substantial
does not enter directly into the vaporous world of neurons.
No, they are only frightened of death when they are not dying.”
    True  --  same as how thoughts are not off put by torpidity –
    not unless they stray from being torpid.
        “Is this a great reality or what!  A place where you are safe from
        any particular booger-bear   --   as long as you stay fully in its embrace!”
 
 
 
 

Starting when the boy was eighteen, a father began constantly telling him that
THE way to a personal understanding of life is through making fun of others;
then the day the lad turned thirty, suddenly said to him:
“What?! --  you didn’t know a joke when you heard it?!"
 
 
 
 

Periodically (just for fun) one man spreads ketchup on his face then calls the cops,
and reports that his thoughts attacked him with a knife.
(He doesn’t know that the joke may eventually be on him,
 in that his little prank is beginning to give his thoughts ideas.
“Hey  -- I know what you meant by the term, but still  --  doesn’t it sound funny:
'give-his-thoughts-ideas’”)
 
 
 
 

One father said in a grandiose sweep to a son:
“The key term is: Obviously infirm!
What’s the good in being infirm if it’s not obvious!"
(The featured speaker today, addressing the topic:
“Contemporary Sexual Conduct And Its Costs,” is Dr. Burning Sensation.)
 
 
 
 

One man holds frequent cock fights in his mind  --  with him supplying both birds  --
“As opposed (I assume you mean) to not --  which I assume you know is not possible.”
(For the featured speaker, someday we should book: Professor I. Must Assume  --
a man who [by his own repute] --  knows it all,
[well actually: assumes it all, but hey! --  for city purposes  --  that’ll do.])
 
 
 
 

In scientifically tinged garb, a father so noted to a son:
“An omnipresent, indivisible force, divided by man’s thoughts
into distinguishable pieces, has (for purposes of understanding) been neutered.”
 
 
 
 

More City Facts:
People whose thinking there resides
are able to make their comments sound more important than they are.
Advanced Version: Nay!  --  must  make them sound...
 
 
 
 

On a particularly blustery day,
a father pulled a son into an alleyway, and said:
“You’re gonna hear that: it’s-good-for-a-man-to-know-his-limits  --
well I say to you it’s a damn site better to introduce the limits to some other guy,
and tell him they’re his.”
 
 
 
 

Regarding The Potential Veracity Of Heroic Human Stories,
And The Intro: “Long Ago And Far Away:”
Long ago and far away  --  everything possible to happen DID happen,
(just remember though, that is: Long ago and far away.
“Yeah, yeah!  --  but what real difference does that make?!”)
 
 
 
 

Public Hint.
No matter where you are in the world, to locate a spiritually advanced man
just listen for someone exclaiming: “How dare you say such a thing!”

     Fact: Everything non physical is funny to a man who knows  --
       even the stuff that’s not funny, and that he doesn’t laugh about.
 
 
 
 

One man says that often, after a particularly profitable day,
just as he is falling asleep, he hears a voice say: “So long, suckers!”
(but admits he does not understand its significance, if any).
 
 
 
 

One man’s private approach is to take a question  --   work on it for a year  --
then on to another:
his present one is: “Why do men write fiction?”
 
 
 
 

One man’s sole financial advice is: “Invest in nothing that you cannot carry.”
(You think he’s really talking about finances  --  or something else?)
 
 
 
 

In some settings, city guys’ best ally can be aging hormones.
(“I say: is that one of those things that are: ‘Sad but true,’ or:
So liberating true for routine people that they don’t have time to think about
whether it's sad or not?”
 
 
 
 

After years of enmity and heated wrangling between him, and the creatures
in his charge over the existence in which they found themselves,
this one god issued what he said would be his final word on the matter
(the statement read): “Hey! --  it’s better than nothing!”
(‘course even if true, how could they ever realize it?  --   they can’t.   Neat, huh?!
    “From whose view, may I ask?”)
 
 
 
 

Found Dialogue: File Number B-14.
“Simply aggravating-a-problem is no way to deal  with a problem.”
    “Are you sure of that?”
“Okay: Simply aggravating a City  problem, (blah blah blah).”
    “All right!”
 
 
 
 

In an attempt to explain his impossible-to-ignore failure as a historian,
one man notes:  “Well  --  I came in in the middle of everything.”
 
 
 
 
 

The difference between any two facts concerning things in man’s other reality
is equal to their sum  --  divided by two  --  looked at through a stereo-scope --
using neither natural eye/I.
    In the original land of nothing but physical reality (the model for this one)
    everything that is different is what it is, but here,
    in man’s unique reality of things intangible, which exist only in his thoughts:
    everything is actually the same thing (and you certainly know what that is).
 
 
 
 

The caution that: everything man recreationally thinks is metaphor for something else is not necessary for some, and absolutely unnecessary for everyone else (that is):
for 99.99999% of the people on the planet who can never realize it.
Dirt is just dirt, but that in which Jack planted his beanstalk  --
now that is a transcendental something else entirely, huh?!
 
 

Ordinary men want a code by which to live life (a religion, philosophy, political model),
while the rebel sees life as being a code: to be broken and understood.