Who is the larger fool: he who takes life seriously, or he who does not?
Neither, but it is a foolish machine that believes its energy source is more important than its operating info, or vice versa.
Hormones and neurons can be viewed as energy and info,
and the certain man their sole gate keeper who's hip to what’s going on.
 
 

One man so conceived: “If there is some alternative reality,
one running in a direction different than ours,
then it has to be just on the other side of my own normal neural patterns.”
 
 

In this universe of three dimensions and hormones and neurons,
you periodically hear of warriors who were poets, but never good  poets.
(Bad dogs don’t do reflection.)
 
 

One fellow mused: “From one perspective: there is really no such thing as
wrong thinking  --  only thinking with too much of a post hormonal edge to it.”
Too much lace trim can even sink a zeppelin.
 
 

While the contestants are reloading their weapons,
one chap offers his spiritual commendation of the day (he say):
So long as the gods have only humans as their spokesman --
they’re in a world of trouble.
 
 

The popular proposition that all religions, languages & cultures have a common basis can be traced to the possibility that civilization itself is the result of a single virus.
 
 

The more you think  --  the more complex become the things thought about; question: what kind of nuts are people who want their meaningless nightmares intensified?
“Isn’t that over the line, inasmuch as you continually say that men only do
as by life they are directed to?”
Si, but not all prisoners go away on the bus peacefully.

Definition: Ordinary thought: The reality police.

What ordinary thought understands via man’s collective mind is like rock & roll
without the music.
Sometimes you hear of alpha wolves who can sing  --  but not Mahler.

Okay, at least remember this: a man without a permit --  needs a gun.
A balance is maintained in this universe, but life is still uncertain of its weight.
(Not unlike neurons feel in the halls of hormones.)
Tip: when it seems all you can do is estimate  --  always just pretend that you did.
(Taking guessing seriously is what started slowing down thought initially.)
“There --  you've fallen into hyperbole again by your own past statements (to wit):
No one knows when initially was.”
True, but the alert realize that it is never where ordinary thought says it was
(so you can narrow it down that much).
“Pa pa: if you narrow something down enough won’t that…?”
      “Indeed it might!”
“Oh.......I expected you’d say that it would.”
      “Just narrow down might.”
 
 

Life has so many possibilities that it cannot exercise them all  --  ergo man  --
who can at least think about them.
(Don’t forget: a man without a building permit doesn’t need a place to stay.
[Even though in a 3-D universe it is irrational: only neurons can be foot-loose  --
which is why the rebel waves the smoke away rather than tries to put out the fire.
The certain man’s single rule: I shall not commit suicide.])
 
 

To himself one man pledged:
“No matter what others say: never again will I ever eat anything I do not like,”
(and to himself mused: “And it will  be nice if this includes more than just food.”)
Nutritional Note.
Everyone has two selves: you have your self, and you have your self-self,
(the man wise to what is going on sees consciously to the nourishing of one).

Once everyone knew the truth about everything  --  then something happened,
(they got bored or something?!), and then began making up myths to replace it.
    “So, is that how things stand now?”
If you call that, standing.
 
 

All mortal tyrants are at heart --  sissies,
(but why should you be the one to tell them, right?!)
Arm in arm stroll hormones and neurons  --  trusting they will stay in step,
and not cause one another to stumble, or appear spastic.
 
 

One man named his alter ego: Dickleberry Shithead,
(but it’s not actually as bad as it sounds  --  since he doesn’t have an alter ego).
The certain man’s slogan is: “Put the blame on whoever’s not here”  --
then he arranges to never be where he can hear this said.
Freedom doesn’t include being in the rain and having even a single drop stick to you.
(Hint: hormones = rain; stickiness = thoughts about rain.)