As the troops prepared to go over the top, the General had these words:
“In the harsh hours ahead, pay no attention to death  --
unless it is your own   --  and physical.”
Dying more than once, along with congenital sickness, is a prerogative of those
whose consciousness dwells in the standardly assigned area of the brain;
the nervous system rebel deals with life on a different plane,
whereat blisters are blisters, and assaults on your reputation are not.
Ordinary people commonly feel that life is a battle (between truth and falsehood,
health and illness, righteousness and evil),
but the man trying to get to the bottom of things carries this also to another level, whereon is both realized the vacuousness of the conventional perception,
and is waged a privately staged battle, executed entirely within the person
between the mental conception of life inherent in his brain’s consciousness,
and his own unconventional inborn conviction that there is another
more expressive one which he must either find, or cultivate.
(Pst!  --  most get stuck on believing that the alternative perspective is
something to be discovered  --  something already existing outside of you,
in a book, or some other human’s mind,
but remember the other word just mentioned after the conjunction: cultivate;
if the rebel warrior is one thing  --  it is a farmer.)
 
 
 
 
 

The knock on his door was followed by the identifying announcement:
“Modifications!” and the man replied: “Enter  --  modifications are always welcome.”
The late night knock on his door was followed by the identifying announcement: “Alterations!” and the man replied: “Come in --  alterations are always in order.”
The early morning knock on his door was followed by the identifying announcement: “Whole New Deal!” and the man exclaimed: “At last!”
Under normal wiring and programming, the mind can infinitely shift thoughts
to accommodate itself to whatever it must,
but the certain man does something with his, entirely different;
instead of letting his mind automatically move around its thought-model to fit
the instant state of reality, he rips his away, and sees a
three dimensional world directly  --  without the intermediary of a stereoscope.
 
 

One man’s mind said to his rebel consciousness:
“Now that I understand what you are trying to do,
and have in fact had a peripheral taste myself of your periodic success therein,
I want to assure you that should you permanently achieve your goal,
I will peacefully submit to your expanded authority,
and only ask that when the time comes that I must be totally dethroned
that you will dispatch me as swiftly as possible,”
and that anomalous area of his brain replied:
   “Your request is unnecessary in that your premise is  faulty;
     there will be no day of your permanent replacing  --  my success, I realize now,
     is in my eternal, moment to moment effort in that direction.
    As long as I am breathing, you are safe  --
    just no longer free to do whatever you like.”
“Whatever your nervous system makes me do, you mean.”
  “Of course.”
 
 

A man who trumpets his philosophy-of-life does not actually have one (that is):
he feels he does not know how to properly live so he adopts a scheme of how to.
Thus is there never anything at which to scoff regarding men’s averred commitments to certain matters in their mind’s other reality, for it is natural for cows to not only
feel more comfortable in a herd, but even more so under the umbrella of a
collectively acceptable model for a herd.
A man who knows what is going on has no philosophy –
knowing what is going on is what a philosophy replaces in bovines,
and other normal persons.
If you still have any desire  --  and competence to  --
explain to others what you are up to in this unusual adventure  --
you’re not yet fully part of the expedition.
 
 

The city ballroom survives on the tango  --
the certain man’s neurons dance alone.
“I must assume that you actually mean by that statement:
His neurons dance alone  --  as far as such a thing is possible.”
(Fortuitous that he raised this subject):
the certain man, as opposed to conventional minds, does all things entirely
on the principle of: doing them only as far as they are possible of being done;
working and seeing your efforts within this context is what distinguishes
the man who knows from everyone else  --  who are confined to guessing.
You can never know-for-sure about any of the intangible matters in man’s spiritual, cultural and mental world as long as you are still speculating on Vishnu’s age, Romulus’ race, and truth’s origin;
no one can ever determine the real color of Santa’s beard  --
that is what keeps him alive.
(Apply to the relationship between your mind and the thoughts that
normally appear therein, get plenty of rest, and call me in the morning.)
 
 
 
 
 

Social News On A Stick.
Everybody loves a man who knows-what-is-going-on  --
except of course, those who have no idea  what is going on.
Everyone was all in favor of Columbus discovering a new world  --
as long as they didn’t have to know about it.
(Apply to the relationship ‘twixt your mind and the thoughts  normally appearing therein, keep your feet elevated, and call Dr. Remus if need be in the morning.)
 
 

A History You Never Hear Where You Usually Live.
In the beginning man believed in silence;
then he believed in sound;
then he believed in the sun;
then he believed in the crops of the field;
then he believed in gods  --    then in submission to the gods,
and finally he believed in his ability to dominate silence, sound, the sun, the crops, and the gods;
the day will come when he will again be  --   looking to the sun.