A couple of kings were lounging around on a summer’s day,
sipping their G & T’s, and one noted:
“I’ve found that even taking away the people’s weapons
doesn’t relieve them of their angers and frustrations,”
and the other throne warmer sucked on his lime slice and said:
“That may be, but I’ve discovered that taking away the people’s weapons
does relieve them of their weapons.”
For reasons of expediency, you could at one juncture in the investigation,
fashion a model that pits neurons against hormones
in an ongoing struggle for supremacy in given instances;
employing this perspective can be most rewarding, but do always keep written
as a reminder on the front of the case file the fact that,
in toto, life does not operate at variance with itself,
and that what can seem to be an internal conflict within man is instead
something more subtle which man’s routine consciousness cannot quite grasp.

Individual men’s neurons, and the public cultural world they collectively construct perceive much of hormones’ too pristine activities as too perilous;
in a way impervious to the majority's sight:
this eternal balancing act inherent in what men call progress
keeps their mental activity in certain constraint;
as though part of an army is dumbed down by having to continually turn its attention to a perceived, threatening force.
Truth for the few though is: while warding off viruses is a useful expenditure of energy, doing so your own nature is something only meaningful-to and required-of
the ordinary majority.
Through the ongoing activity of man becoming increasingly civilized,
(his life being more neurally centered) it rains on everyone,
but in the minority's metaphor there of, the few with that certain goal don’t get wet,
(or at least catch cold [that is to say]): being alive on this planet
subjects your hormones to the same forces as everyone else,
but if you are one of the few, you can keep your neurons from being affected thereby as is normal for everyone else.
Or if you prefer biblical allegory: discover for yourself:
that in a way unavailable to ordinary men,
you can truly separate within yourself  --  in your nervous system --
the kingdoms of caesar and god  --
(without you do: you’re as sunk as noah’s neighbors).
 
 
 

Another Slice From Our Dictionary Pie.
City Art: Proof that not everyone is glad to be alive.
 
 
 

As they sat snugly on a cold winter’s night by the warm family fireplace,
a man looked down fondly at his pet hippo and said:
“Harold: you’re my hero!”
and in a reciprocal show of affection,
the hippo said nothing.
 
 
 

In matters of man’s mental only, cultural reality,
never forget this most significant yet subtle fact: All firmness is idiocy.
And this email just in: “Hold up a second here:
you recently wrote something which clearly seemed to me to say just the opposite!”  And your reason for writing is?
 
 
 

A father gave a son this advice: “My boy, even when times get tough,
you’re never going to hear a spider explain to a fly that he can’t afford a parlor.”
 
 
 

A man, sitting alone, midway ‘tween his house and the woods mused:
“If those of ordinary mind  --  take-life-too-seriously,
then how can we be certain that those struggling for an extraordinary state of mind aren’t doubly --  taking-life-too-seriously?!”
And another email just in: “If life is not actually --  going-anywhere,
then why should I go along with this kinda thing?!”

How Mind Works: Part 10, 069.
Ask yourself: “Why would a warthog (if he had no interest in crocheting)
bother to announce: ‘Screw crocheting!   It doesn’t interest me at all!'”
The unseen pickle trap & stage drop is that a character (let us say)
in a three dimensional play can only speak of things (pro or con)
that are of three dimensions  --
thus even denunciations help prop up the illusion of their reality
(within the confines of that particular stage and theatre).

Moral To The Man's Musing: Don’t take seriously anything your automatic mind does.
Consciousness without thought, takes nothing seriously that is not necessary to do so;
nothing that thought takes seriously,
when not in survival related service to consciousness, deserves to be,
not from the practical-need-perspective of the extreme man
trying to see what is beyond collective man’s mental horizon.

The core of one man’s life was his struggle to gain what he privately thought of
by the initials: G.E.  – standing for: the Great Experience;
as he pressed on in his efforts he also began to think of them as representing:
the Great Expense,
and often did he feel thankful and tingly that he was able to appreciate
the losing of so much of his inner possessions which were not helpful to his endeavor.
His motto: “My loss  --  my gain”  --   the kind of thing only the few can say.

Certain relations when rent in the rebel prove more productive than
any arithmetic formula might indicate.
None but he-who-knows disappears  --   the fuller he gets.
(The ultimate weight loss plan.)
 
 
 

Man’s Nervous System As Myth.
Original consciousness: The Garden Of Eden.
Initial thought: Having to leave.
ThisKindaThing: Just what you suspect it is.
 
 
 

In you are ever going to see (in the certain man sense) you have got to look at least
a bit beyond the normal temporal horizon  --  a spot approaching a 5-D view.
If all you see fits into the overall picture that everyone else does,
rest assured that you’re still half blind and one of them.
What the herd perceives is what the herd needs to perceive  --
what the rebel needs to see is not to be found anywhere within the herd:
it is that plain,
it is that simple,
it is that obvious and incontrovertible,
and also so tricky and diplomatic as to be outside the perceivable reality of
standard 4-D, restricted thought.

(When the certain man says that he wants to: “get away”  --  he means F-A-R away!)
 
 

The man who knows keeps his best directions and suggestions to himself  --
he tries to give them away  --  but they end up staying just with him.
(Laying happily by the fire.........next to the hippo.)