A son said to a father:
“Initially it was often difficult for me to follow what you were saying  --
now it becomes hard for me not to know in advance  --
I expect that is a superb mark of progress,”  and he replied:
     “Even in men’s wildest story-telling, they cannot imagine a ship
      whose starboard and port travel at different speeds.”
The boy pondered this for a bit, then said: “That frightens me!”
     “No it doesn’t.”
“How are you always correct?”
     “How can I not be; it is natural for men to believe that they are continually
INcorrect in their inner life of which they are conscious;
this is an integral facet of routine consciousness;
in conventional people it helps keep consciousness active in directions of
potent profit to mankind collectively, but the privateer with his
unconventional individual agenda can in no fashion benefit from this situation,
he must as quickly as possible ferret out a focused understanding of
this innate mortal feeling of being incorrect.
Since we are made of the same things:
why cannot, does not chlorine feel it is incorrect? --   or corn, or cobras?
 A man with a limp will never walk straight.”
         “But what if you are born with it?”
 “Everyone is   --   what’s your point?  --  are you with this family or not?
 
 

In the city a man suddenly leapt up and yelled:
“I would rather be dead than be ordinary minded!" –
and his hometown replied: “Congratulations!  --  you’ve succeeded on both counts.”

It is extremely difficult to ever get away.     “From what?”
Anything you want to get away from; this difficulty is the primary purpose of
there being things in you that you want to get away from.
Cows are constantly shuffling around trying to find a better location within the herd, while the rebel is secretly struggling to free himself from the
species-wide illusion that shadows, and their object-casters can be separate entities,
(this also in part accounts for men’s creation of gods).
For the movie of civilized existence to continue as it is now  --
there must always be for collective minds, an outside factor on whom to lay-the-blame.
 
 

A Metaphysical City Caution May Always Be In Order.
One man believes that through the use of caffeine and other drugs,
higher, supernatural forces will speak to him;
many people laugh at him,
but many of these are the same people who laughed at Daffy Duck .
 
 

One man’s motto is:
“As hard as it is now --  and as much harder as it may get later”  --
many people are bewildered by this,
but many of these are the same ones who are still puzzled by dirt.
 
 

Another Example Of City Efficiency.
Bad news announces itself, and stupidity needs no introduction.

The Rule Of Urban Show Biz is: “Always on!”
(For your added info: in that setting: the performer can stay the same
while the audiences change  --  or the other way around  --
only in the certain man’s mental theatre is this arrangement different.)

Another Poignant Reminder Of How: Time Rolls On.
One chap who was a sixteenth century metaphysical poet  --  ain’t no more.
We interrupt to bring you this Special Announcement:
Everyone has two minds: the mind, and the talking mind  --
okay: everyone seems to have  --  everyone feels they have,
now back to the program: “Killer Roller Derby: From Nowhere And Back Again”  --  brought to you by The Wooden Intellectual Horsey Charitable Foundation,
(and one fellow says: “Just about the time I’ve once again gotten over
believing in grand conspiracies  --   Bam!”   [No one has yet to discover a universe
in which even the gods won’t take a piss in a cemetery if it's dark enough  --
put that in your conspiracy bun and lay on the relish.])

And one man says he has come up with a totally new and original approach to things: “The stupid are whoever I SAY is stupid!" (guess he’s never heard of religions,
political parties, and other cultural movements.  And in cooking news):
The Matter Of Fame --  Fricasseed.
If you’re not pissed about something  --  it is difficult to draw attention to yourself.
One man was completely enthralled by other people's music  --  so much so in fact
that when he found a song he particularly liked, he’d give it a new composer listing.
Hormones know there are a finite number of melodies,
but neurons haven’t gotten that news concerning lyrics.
And there was this one locale that would purposefully let it  --  get late
just so it could tell everyone to  --  go home.
Hormones always know the time  --  neurons have to make it up.
And in travel related news: one father (as a friendly gesture) advised his departing son: “Keep your tongue out of the road.”
And one man mused: “If we lived in a better reality,
when cities pass a new ordinance they would note that it has only local application,
and no universal significance."
“Oh yeah boy, also: keep your ears off of the road.”
Men’s more expansive mental potential does not get ground down by
the ever plowing ship, but by their mind’s natural born perception that
its port and starboard sail at different speeds  --
that the unicycle of consciousness has two wheels.
“Yeah Pop; compared to unencumbered awareness,
that is a definition OF mind: five legs on a frog,”
   “Or two in a man’s head.”
Some Mathematical Certainties And Irritants.
Ordinary thinking can only make life, add-up by the exclusive use of story-telling  --  conventionally wired & programmed consciousness can only look at physical matters scientifically and factually  --  everything else it can only “examine” via story-telling:
story-telling about story-telling  --  what better grade of asphalt can there be.