Fact: Great challenges can bring out great passions in men  --
and in small men, petty ones.
Fact: All challenges concerning second reality matters result in the latter,
but is that not understandable: is it not embarrassing to get yourself all worked up
in a verbal huff, trying to surmount a grand mountain when you and everyone else silently knows there’s nothing there where you’re struggling;
this is why the serious work done by the brain’s consciousness concerning
physical reality is called technology (useful), and all of its other thinking about
man’s other intangible reality of culture & the spirit is known as entertainment;
Mankind collectively is not wired and programmed to make a
continuing distinction between the two, thus are trifling challenges
that exist only in the made up world of man’s recreational thoughts and words confused with great ones (challenges that are literally meaningful to his survival).
“But Pa pa: doesn’t the non essential, cultural part of man’s mind also need to survive for a man to be civilized and complete, in the ordinary sense of the term?”
“Yes, but those of our special genetic lineage who are driven to get to the bottom of all things incorporeal cannot allow our thoughts to commingle (let us say)
an enjoyment of music with the sound of an approaching tornado;
you make way for things that can touch you  --
with those that cannot, there is nothing to avoid:
it is the symbolic story of the comparison between: hormones and neurons;
the defining coda ‘twixt the 99.9999% of humanity who, as dictated by their genes,
are commonly made to claim (in a particular situation)
an importance to ideas over physical substance,
religious and philosophical martyrdom being the obvious, visible manifestations,
but truth is: this occurs unseen, constantly within individual men’s minds;
their thoughts pay abstract homage to things metaphysical
in preference to the physical;
such being prime evidence that a man is civilized and cultured,
that (at least in his mind’s own theory): he would die for an ideal;
such a death, or even its threat, produces no extraordinary insight in a man,
that would come from his unencumbered realization of the purpose this situation
truly serves in man’s mind;
you do not jump aboard a runaway train to understand it.”
 

“I’m going to see if the dog is still in the yard.”
“Good move.”
 
 

The Special Thing About Warnings.
Some people take them seriously and some do not;
some seem to need them and some do not;
those who believe that warnings serve a useful purpose
are in grave danger like they can’t begin to imagine,
(speaking of course from the .00001 per center’s perspective).
The man on the trail through the hazy pale soon discovers privately, the need to: always-be-on-guard --  but only he knows, regarding what --
and it is not some public threat.
Thus it be (from yet another inner angle) that no one can tell the certain man
what he should be doing to accomplish the Great Task:
all such conversational attempts are but meaningless warnings,
intended to keep cows close to the herd  --   men near to civilization:
an internal residence requiring no individual upkeep.
(He-who-knows is like the ultimate handy-man  --  a real, fixer-upper.)
 
 

The only way ordinary men-&-minds have to judge their progress in improving-themselves is by the judgment of others:
a hippo believing he can fly if other hippos tell him how good he looks on the wing  --  sounds foolish  --  but you mentally live everyday in the midst of such.

There is no doubt that those with an interest in matters men call: metaphysical, spiritual, or deeply philosophical, find them as enjoyable as do music lovers, music,
or sports fans the games,
but the mental pleasure naturally derived therefrom will never result in
the transcendental understanding which they all state as their goal:
what starts as entertainment must be made technology –
to succeed, what is pleasurable and fascinating must be investigated,
something unnatural in the conventional realm;
if an ordinary man and an ordinary mind enjoy a certain thing,
they make no inquiries into the matter of their doing so:
if you like non representational painting, you like non representational painting;
you never ask why: you like it because you like it  --  that’s why
(just as you are you just because you’re you),
but for the minority rebel determined to push through the fog and noise to the far wall, his natural born mind’s natural born interests in matters which exist only in a realm
that mankind’s collective mind has conjured up and supports,
is an ever present phenomena to be relentlessly investigated (viz):
“There is nothing actually there to like  --  so how do men like the things there? --
or put another way: Why do they pretend they do
as though the things their minds speak of are actually there and real?”