A father gave a son this, his best medical advice:
“Don’t ever start getting sick in the first place,” and the boy replied:
    “So where were you with this counsel right when I was  born,
      and could have made use of it?”
“Same place you were: already hung up on the hook of genetics.”
While a side of beef is a side of beef is a side of beef  --
sides of beef can’t complain about it.

On one planet the primary medical treatment is complaining;
their neighbors look at this in amazement  --
not being able to comprehend how it can work  --  fact is: it does not work  --
not in the sense the outsiders define: work.
 
 
 
 

A Curio Always Overlooked-O.
What is true on Pluto is true on Mars,
while what seems so in Valhalla is limited thereto;
carry Cinderella over the state line and she may turn into Medusa.
“What an idea!” mused a man who’d been listening:
 “’Never start getting sick to begin with’  --   just think:
if I had never let my mind start being distracted by all the normal folderol
that everyone else talks about and says is important,
I wouldn’t be in the disoriented mess I am today,”
and his partner entered the soliloquy: “Sounds good, but had not such occurred,
you could not be standing here now capable of such a wholly unholy perception.”
“What a totally ripped thing is man’s life,” mused another chap:
“He is given the ability (somewhere along the way) to note the possibility that
the life he seems to be living could be occurring in a dream he is having,
but even if it were true, this astounding realization
(which would radically change every conception he has of life)
could never happen had he not originally fallen into the dream.”
The commentator stopped  --  appeared to reexamine what he had just said,
then added: “No, this is much more than merely ripped:
this is like a balloon being blown up inside your head, then the air let out  --
it turned inside out, so that now no one can tell it was once there in one form,
and is now there in another.”
He then placed his fingers gingerly on his temples and slowly walked away.
 
 
 

From Our: “Upper Lumbar Book Of Legends”.
One people say that after they had a certain “disagreeable run in with god,”
he punished them by driving them from the original Garden Of Silent Pleasures,
and that once outside they had the additional problem of being faced with
two unknown roads, one apparently proper and the other not,
from which they had to choose their one life long path.
(A group within this group says that there appearing to be two roads is the
actual punishment.)
 
 
 
 

Mental Health As Banking.
The ordinary could not neurally survive without their checkbook being
periodically out-of-balance.
Fact: Things cannot be too straightforward when you live in a crooked world,
(two wrongs may not make a wright, but two eyes insure blurry sight).

When they first hear of it as a metaphysical extravaganza,
some quite ordinary people want to achieve Enlightenment  --
until someone tells them that all it does is allow you to see everyday life clearly.
(Let all the city folk sing: “Oh it takes a weighted mind
                                              to see a weighted world.”)
 
 
 
 

What people in the city refer to as mental health is not about the mind,

On a certain world, the prevailing wisdom says that enthusiasm for mental certainty is noticeably subsiding, while on its sister planet they claim just the opposite.
Fact: The science of Astronomy began as an endeavor that involved no equipment.
 
 
 
 
 

A Brief Essay Regarding: The More Conscious & One’s Social Position.
They never know-their-place (in secret of course).
(“Uppity” doesn’t begin to cover it.)
 
 
 
 

Those of extremely limited vision are always on the lookout to peddle
what little they do see.
(That is why in city affairs there is always a market for microscopes  --
but not telo sames.)
Normalcy there can be determined by a person having no problem with
knowing too little, but Zeus save us from the opposite.
“Pa pa: is that why it so often seems that…”      “Yes.”