An
instructor in the Philosophy Department
of city college gives his latest thinking:
“There
are five different ways to look at any problem,
and
three different ways to interpret these five views,
then
four different grounds for determining the validity of the five interpretations,”
he
says the only substantial question remaining is:
“Can
I get tenure on the basis of such a cockamamie idea?”
What
ordinary minds proclaim to be tips of gigantic icebergs
are
really but inconsequential, drifting debris;
only
the-man-who-knows
has a mouth large enough to take in the whole floe.
A
thing cut in two is not then necessarily -- two things.
A
king who, for many years was given to advising: “Skip the small stuff”
–
one
day tallied up all that he’d skipped,
and
was so impressed that he made his brother in law:
Regal
Keeper Of The Small Stuff.
Circumstances And The Routine Mentalizing Thereof.
Ordinary
men ostensibly struggling to find-the-Truth
always
want someone to hold their coat for them.
(Shirtless
and bare knuckled be the real rebel’s way.)
An
allegory with a Moral is
a cripple;
does
not a metaphor speak instantly for itself -- it be a mute.
What
be there worse for man to suffer than fear –
made
the more so by his thoughts of it.
The true genetic rebel is he whose native thoughts do not match his mental hunger.
If
the certain man
had a fear it would be of two;
of
a one is nothing to dread,
(which
is why you never see him with anyone else).
Only
in city circles can literature be deemed to reveal more to its readers
than
it did its author;
ergo-ahoy,
does the-man-who-knows
neglect to read or right.
Hey
Lawdy Mama! --
Look What Life’s Done To Me Now!
One
man says that he has in part been taken over by the spirit of Mozart
--
but
that the part seized affects his height, and not his musical ability.
A
father said to a son: “Don’t ever come to me and whine that: ‘You’re-all-dressed-up-with-nowhere-to-go’
--
‘cause
I won’t ever be the one who told you to get dressed up.”
(This
same story can be told with it beginning: “A man said to his mind.”)
Living
in a trailer near the eastern kerosene fields is a man who carries with
him
at
all times, near life size representations of all the concepts with which
he finds fault.
In
a normal secondary reality, declarations are almost as important as deeds,
and
those who fail to realize this, do so at risk to their own fame.
(“What
d’ya mean: ‘almost as
important?!’”)
During
the annual Pushy Guy’s Enterprises
& Coin Machine Operators Convention
one guy was heard to say that in his penny machines he had replaced the
gum balls with little capsules of brains (but also noted he was soon forced
to drop his price).
Humor
like earthquakes, is the pressure release mechanism for underground,
polarized
upheavals.
Why
needs he an operator’s permit: the-man-who-knows
doesn’t drive anyone crazy.
“True:
where I am going -- only I can go.”
“Kid,”
said a man who identified himself as father to the kid,
“Kid!
-- if that thing that distinguishes us from all other creatures
-- our thinking
-- does not give you singular, outstanding pleasure, then you have
-- missed the boat!
(bus,
plane, and last-train to clarksville).”
No
one is much interested in talking to a man who seems to know
what
is really going on -- unless they can believe he may have one
little blind spot -- thereby enabling them to tell him something
he doesn’t know
(the
supreme mortal act of: smartassism).
In-Here
& Out-There Revisited.
One
fellow compares thinking to bobsledding,
(though
he admits he’s never bobsledded).
Everyone
who works
for the city
is
not necessarily paid by
the city.
Another
story concerning: Hormones & Neurons.
Bright
and
early
every morning,
one
man faces himself in the mirror over his bathroom sink,
looks
directly at his forehead and declares:
“Today
my friend -- we
clean house!”
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