When one man heard the throwaway line that says ninety per cent of succeeding
is in just showing up, he mused:
"When it comes to the struggle to awaken: that is not simply sardonic --

A sentiment commonly heard in the herd is the communal encouraging assertion:
"Life is about US!" --  which is valid there,
but for the man seeking to grasp what is going on with life  --  it is all about him.
 
 
 
 

Originally men who woke up to what's going on tried to hide it  --
until they realized that no one cared  --
then of course they began trying to make other people believe there was a
big deal behind the fact that they had been trying to hide something.
 
 
 
 

Just as only people not starving gush about the-miracle-of-being-alive,
so too do only those who do not realize man's full mental potential
brag about their own intelligence.
 
 
 
 

Apparently in explanation of his lack of familiarity with popular novels a man said:
“I don’t read fiction  --  I LIVE it!”
 
 
 
 

A son asked a father: “What is the dumbest question you’ve ever heard:
‘Why do bad things happen to good people?’”
    “No, but change a couple of words and you’ve got it.”
 
 
 
 

Dialogue From An As Yet Publicly Unperformed Drama From An Anonymous Hand.
“Our genes are not a gift, but a loan.”
    “And what unseen source has directed you to make such a statement.”
Revised Version.
“Our genes are not a gift, but a loan.”
     “And what specifically within you is voicing this claim?”
This unpublished work stops with that question  --   where is there to go after that.
 
 
 

Notes From A Non Popular Allegory.
Man is the sole creature around whose eyes life wraps its hands
when there is nothing essential to see and then bugs man from within his head:
“Boy! you’d love to see what’s going on now, wouldn’t you?!
You can’t stand not being able to see it, can you?!  --  It’s driving you nuts!”  --
and only the certain man comes to realize that the urging he feels is also both the hands over his eyes and the potential sights he is thereby being kept from seeing.
World class contortionists come in no neater packages than this.
 
 
 
 

Conversation Number Fifty Five Concerning Everything In Man’s Cultural Reality.
“When what’s at stake has no actual significance:
everybody and his brother is an expert.”
     “Would you give an example of this?”
“I don’t know of one.”
Moral: Anything proves everything  --  when it doesn’t matter.
    (“Oh! --  now I get it.”)
 
 
 
 

At any given moment, ordinary people are acceptably satisfied with what is going on, or are reasonably confident that they know what would make it so  --
not so with the certain man;
he alone can never be pacified no matter what might occur in the ordinary world;
only he can rock his realm.

One man’s motto: “Those with modest requests ain’t got much of a request.”
The ordinary dream of what tomorrow might be,
while the rebel dreams of what he might.
 
 
 

From The Un Awkward Edition Of: Cliff’s Notes & Bluff’s Bluffs:
City Culture In A Shut Nell.
The crude relish the unrefined; the simple rejoice in the vulgar.
The more people to whom it is offensive, the more popular will it be.
(“Thank god,” huffed one man, “That culture is something outside ourselves!”
For those of you with deep fried lexicographical interests:
an entire family of adjectives such as: crude, rude, vulgar and uncouth
began life as synonyms for: the past.)
 
 
 
 

One man frequently yells out in pain even when he isn’t hurting  --
just (as he puts it): To show that he doesn’t care whether he is or not
(apparently on the theory that indifference is encouraged by a display).

“Isn’t it simply marvelous Dr. Flobue, how there is a theory available
for anything you want to say!   --   and they’re always so close at hand.”
    “You mean like from the same place that said the thing
      you now want a theory to support?!”
“Well  --  you didn’t have to stoop to stating the obvious, now did you.”
 
 
 
 

The unspoken rule for kids is:
“Our primary job is to: spill food,” which they unknowing mean both literally,
and metaphorically, and if you don’t understand what this indicates  --
you’d better always have a clean shirt handy.
And a reader writes: “If you read aloud and record these daily writings  --
then play them backwards  --  they make just as much sense.”
To the rebel: the mental shirts men wear are the same whether worn inside out, or outside out, (another perspective on why nudity is the certain man’s preferred fashion).