September 13, 2003                                                               © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 

What passes in the everyday world for a serious display of insight  by those
who have none are discussions between such people wherein they each
passionately present their opinion of what it is precisely that is going to destroy civilization and the planet.
The City Rule: When you don’t know what's going on holler: “LOOK OUT!”

And one guy notes: “Do you really realize how sweet it is!  --
that out of all the humans on Earth it’s only the man who actually
knows what he’s talking about who doesn’t care if he’s listened to or not.
How much better can it get!”

And a son asked a father:
   “Is it possible that everyone really does know what is going on,
     but that for some reason they either will not or cannot admit it, and talk about it?”
“That is the very kind of mental activity that will lead the certain man to
everything he wants.
Do you realize quite plainly that what you mention could be possible --
that men such as we do not really discover or know anything extraordinary  --
not anything that everyone else doesn’t already know,
and that it is only us who are born with a feeling that we must engage in
some supreme, near supernatural struggle to obtain the very knowledge that
everyone else is quite aware of already, but that we are the only ones with
a built in belief that this knowledge is of some great significance.
It would be like everyone on the planet being born with the awareness that
dirt is brown, but we believe that we alone have discovered this fact  --
and that it is of extraordinary importance:
a feeling reinforced somehow by the fact that no one else ever talks about it,
or if we bring up the subject their response is: ‘So?!’

All I just noted fits perfectly the circumstances;
by no measure can you say that what has been described is not possible  --
and what should that fact be yelling in your inner ear?

Once you experience the grand realization that even the grandest of understanding
you gain could be just the opposite of how you realized it, you my boy
have finally stepped into what this unconventional cellular adventure is really about:
the private abandonment of merry go rounds.”
    “For informational purposes?!”
“Gin!”
 
 

A man who can fool himself can fool anyone else.
A mind that can fool itself can fool anyone else.
Minds fool men, not: men fool men.
A man who is no longer fooled by his mind cannot be fooled about anything.
Most men’s minds find it fun to be fooled (strictly in recreational settings of course);
a few men don’t care for this harmless pastime at all.
(“Ha ha! --  can you spell: ‘sorehead’?”
      “Yes, but I can also refrain from spelling anything that doesn’t exist
        until it is spelled.”
“So what’s the big deal in that!”)
 
 

The Alert Man’s Guide To Measuring.
Reality  --  universal;
criticism  --  local.
To Calculating.
Reality  --  of some consequence;
criticism  --  forget about it!

The most that can be truly said is a simple as possible statement of
how things physically are;
the least (but generally most entertaining) that can be said is everything else.
What makes men more interesting to themselves by far than any other animal
is the fact that they can stray so far from physical reality;
in this regard, all other creatures are --  Bor-ring!
Only the certain man can find the brown of dirt fascinating (not to mention: eye/I popping).
 
 

The right kind of man on a spree  --   can’t be stopped;
certain sprees can only be interrupted by the man who initiated them;
certain super worthwhile sprees only exist through their initiation by
a certain kind of man.
On some mornings, hormones are found to not be running with the intensity
needed to satisfy the certain man’s plans;
he then, using neurons,
injects an improbable octane boost to his nervous system fuel mix.
Ordinary men are automatically fooled by their minds as a matter of course;
the certain man, only though his own willful, specifically-aimed, effort
(which raises it far from the category of mere foolery).
Motto: Be a dunce, if you sometimes must, only on your OWN time.
 
 

The weak and sick get excited over the least of things;
the rebel requires the grandiose (although he realizes that it is even simpler than
the trifles that enthuse everyone else).
Don’t worry about: “The truth setting you free”  --   dirt will,
in fact for an even faster ride: look past it to the molecules.
Freedom and reality are simple matters;
the stupefying captivity of being ordinary minded is extremely complex & demanding:
it takes EFFORT, my friends; to maintain that dumb act.
(Routine men came up with what they call: science fiction, and religion
while half heartedly looking around for a release valve to the pressure of this façade.)

If men could not pretend that one day dirt will become ambrosia,
then everyone would be forced to face the facts as they are --
and men would have never become chefs and created ambrosia.
(Thus on one world are men-who-know-what’s-going-on known as: dirt eaters
[an intended insult to indicate their lack of imagination  --  although they are too busy
to be insulted, trying to get through the dirt to the molecules.])
Slogan: Knowledge does not open a man’s eyes/I’s  --   cells do;

His only way for the certain man to go where he wants to go  --
is by him going there --
whether it’s possible or not.
(See, his secret weapon is that he knows what the mind is up to.)

The day immediately before man’s history started to be remembered,
the horses on the carrousel were riding him.
 
 

One man constantly felt ill  --  unless he made himself feel good;
everyone is distracted and dense  --  unless they make themselves focused and alert.
 
 

When showing no sign of excitement, are the ordinary deemed dead;
and without a very specific sort, the certain man knows that he is.
Axiom: You have to construct your own dam  --
AND provide your own water to be held back by it.
Epigram: What’s the point of being sick if you didn’t cause it.
On one planet: those trying to get to the bottom of things are called:
The Other Way Around boys.
    The straight shot
    is only hot
    for those who put themselves in their own line of fire.
Fact: If you only feel like you feel,
and you only know what your thoughts and other men have said,
you are you and nothing can be done about it.