Regarding Speed & Public Speech.
When you’re trying to explain to people why they need your intangible help  --
you gotta talk fast.

A man who wrote books about the struggle to awaken received this letter:
“With great interest and much apprehension I have read all of your books,
and have decided that you definitely make up all the stuff you write about;
my one uncertainty now is: If true  --  what difference does it make?”
(The author’s secretary asked him whether he thought they had heard the last of
the letter writer, and he asked her if they had heard the last of anybody.)
 
 

One man said: “If life doesn’t know what it is doing  --  who does?!”
to which a second chap resnorted: “That’s what scares me.”
Offers one guy: “You don’t have to worry about ever over-doing-it
in the intellectual or spiritual worlds, ‘cause  if you listen real close,
you can hear life all the time whispering: ‘There there now  –  just take it e-a-s-y.’
(I guess an over inflated, imaginary balloon is not a good thing).”
 
 

More Concerning Acts & Facts & Warrantees.
Acts can be guaranteed  --   facts, never.
“Should I find that frightening?”   That would depend on how dumb are you.
“But pa pa: doesn’t everything depend on  --  how-dumb-you-are?!”
     “Everything worthwhile.”
 
 

One day a son said to a father:
“Now that I’ve been around for a while, and listened to all you’ve had to say:
would you like to know what I think of you?”
and the elder said (but only to himself since he was on a low sarcasm diet):
“Well, Jeeze! --  isn’t that what would make my life complete:
hearing my own blood-sucking dependent’s opinion of me!”
(Later while taking a bath, it suddenly struck him that his own, so-called mind
does the same thing to him constantly.                    [He hummed as he scrubbed.])
 
 

Proverb Update.
There is no time like the present  --  except for the past and the future.
(“Sorta like: There’s nothing more to say  --  ‘cept for everything else that can be said.”
The miracle of modern mental fabric is that Buddha’s burial shroud
can be stretched to any length you need.
“Kinda like: Easter’s whatever day’s convenient.”
[At least somebody’s paying attention.])
 
 

One chap (who claims to have an Inter-Galactic Muse Permit) muses:
“Life to many is like a war: many bemoan its commencement,
and many dread its end"  --
so too with thinking to the few.
 
 

On one planet: everyone’s attitude toward their self was about what you’d expect.
And whenever he was going out of the city, one man would always take along
a small valise packed with several of his own well worn, but fashionable
home-town opinions (just in case he had to stay overnight).
In one city: everyone’s attitude toward being out of town for any length of time was about what you’d expect (Hell! – in all cities.)
 
 

One guy insisted: “My phone’s tapped,” and when it was pointed out that
he didn’t have a phone he said: “Then my mind is tapped,”
and this time, no one had the heart to say anything.
 
 

One neural rebel so tutored his troops in strategy:
“When at court: go straight for the king;
on the battlefield, for the weakest guys first.”
Never too often can the certain man remind his mind of what it is capable when
it does not get distracted by either fear or hero worship, and trips over its own dick.
 
 

News Regarding Renown.
If your fame comes from activity in man’s second reality,
dying won’t have much impact thereon.
(“I’m guessing that if I had any real curiosity as to why this is,
it could be a real eye popper.                                 [Just guessing.])”
 
 

The invention of hero worship grew out of a two pronged basic need humans have
in their inner world: to conceal their total incompetence therein,
and hide the fact that no one knows what to do about it.
(“My god!  --  look over there!  --  it’s Caesar!  --   just look at him!
[and not my blazing pants.”])
 
 

One guy decided to have a different mood for every day of the week –
and once he had this down pat, he consolidated them into one.
The first part he called: “Being cold in the Arctic,”
and the wrap up: “Surprising polar bears.”
Funny thing about living in the city:
men can exclaim in tones dripping with sincerity, their complete shock at the obvious,
and a moment later, nod off when a stampede of skateboarding rhinos show up.
The way you remain ordinary and not unacceptably uncomfortable
is by remaining ordinary and totally comfortable in your thinking.