While walking along the edge of a cliff a man mused:
“On one side of me is the cliff, and on the other side, the non cliff,
and anyone seeing me here from below would say I was treading along the edge of
a cliff --  not the edge of a non cliff.”
He found this most interesting and decided to pursue it further.......
......(but at a later time........since thinking about it right then was making him dizzy).
 
 
 
 

It takes no talent to be simple, dense and unoriginal
which (not surprisingly) is why such is so popular.
Thought should be like a spotlight  --  forever illuminating the horizon,
(thing is:) by the age they could have started providing their own batteries,
most people have ceased looking to the horizon.
Note: Talking about the future won’t help  --  only going there will.
One man’s son was wont to race through the neural side streets shouting:
“Viva Libertas!” --  (which is why the city sets up brain barricades
to assure overall generational stability).
The very first thing the few ever think is: “Let me outta here!”
(which later in life they realize is best accomplished in silence).
 
 
 
 

As they entered the stables a father said to a son: “As per our family tradition:
All good allegories should be rode ‘til they drop and turn into reality.”
 
 
 
 
 

One benefit of being in a foreign land is that a man can simply spread the local seasoning on his so called, problems.
(A commonly felt, though never uttered sensation:
“My! -- but I look so much better -- away from home.”
[‘Tis a shame that so soon do men turn their inner gaze from far horizons.])
 
 
 
 

A knight who's sure he knows in advance what his adventure will be is a man DOA.
Collective humanity’s second reality is large enough to accommodate
everyone’s imagined adventure;
the specialized inner realm of the real warrior is so structured to hold but one;
the term: “singled minded” is sloppily understood and misused by the ordinary.
 
 
 
 

Wild Game Hunting In Neural Woods, Or: The Futility Of Mental Foot-Chewing.
Ordinary minds love to argue and debate,
and always find a way out of any verbal corner,
while the more realized mind understands that all intangible traps are
self spun illusions of those who enjoy confinement from time to time.
Early on does the nervous system rebel chafe at being held and carried.
 
 
 
 

The original create  --  the ordinary criticize.
And lo the day came when local conditions looked out upon the city scape and said: “Let them all become whiners!" --  and damn’f most of ‘em didn’t rise to the occasion!
“Daddy, are the drop down visors on knights’ helmets to keep them from being
shot in the mouth?”
    “No son, to keep them from talking.”
You are truly civilized and citified when you can wring your hands in dismay
without removing them from your pockets.

When he didn’t know what to say, one man would say: “I don’t know what to say.”   (Needless to say: he was shunned by the sophisticates in the city.)
 
 
 
 

Definitions.
Thoughts: Shots in the dark.
Unfettered Consciousness: Unarmed daylight.

    The immediate solution to all second reality problems lies in their reversal.

        Kingly News.
        Real rulers only take vacations in fairy tales.
 
 
 
 

It is difficult to live on the edge when you are full,
and if you think there are two ways of taking this  --  you're half right.
 
 
 
 

In the city, criticism forever remains viable and valid,
in that man remains: a-work-forever-in-progress;
once this is understood, you can take your beer & brockwurst out to the bleachers,
sit in the sun, relax and entirely enjoy the game.
Being enlightened is not being trapped in a dark room,
forever gruntin’ and feelin’ around for the perfection that fumblers never find.
Awakening from the dream allows you to finally appreciate dreams for what they are, without all the wearying expectations that they might be something else.
The mental relaxation of a man-who-knows
is nothing like the slack jawed exhaustion of the ignorant.
The train of life never stops and he who realizes this is not irritated by the journey,