Men
find occurrences of expanded consciousness inexplicable,
due
to their describing them in terms of a supernatural experience,
whereas
man can have no experience that is beyond a material one.
Make
no mistake: in the ordinary world: the Philistines
-- not the Artists
--
are
supposed to be in charge.....................................(rest
assured: it’s best that way).
The
man who understands what is truly important in life and what is not,
understands
that what is important to ordinary people is important.........to life.
“Describe
to me, old man,” said the boy:
“Life’s
most captious form of imprisonment.”
“Word-forged shackles.”
Definition.
Civilization:
Herds with hairdos, handkerchiefs, and hooficures.
One
man took everything he had ever thought --
and
over the weekend, re-wrote it --
then
on Monday -- threw it all away.
In
the wondrous world of cats, god and security guards:
Victory
claimed is victory achieved.
As
he sauntered along, a man suddenly sang this song:
“I’m so happy I could spit,
so excited I could pee;
and the feeling seems to have,
nothing to do with me.”
(He then began to wildly laugh aloud -- as though he’d just
told a big joke.)
A
father (in the effort to keep his son’s thinking ability stretched
and pliable) said to him:
“Even
if the collective’s psychological model of man were valid,
the
more perceptive man still wouldn’t allow himself to have a sub-conscious
mind.”
At
the intellect’s routine level: even facts are boring,
(which
is why both scientists and priests tend to be Philistines).
One man says that the way local reality works is that if you call for the Bomb Squad -- they send over a team to clean your septic tank.
One
man’s best thoughts gave themselves the nick name:
Pure
Protein.
(Now
for the sulking pleasure of both Philistines
And Artists):
This
Sort Of Stuff Defined Again: Entertainment
for the unclassifiable.
Definitions can explain all words save one: man.
A
farmer and his mule, having a beer at a local bistro,
offer
their tag team description of: “city art:”
legalized plagiarism;
permissible cannibalism;
acceptable incest,
and reflections of man in a fractured mirror.
(The
mayor’s brother in law had a further comment in this area:
“Art
and being-employed have something solidly in common:
neither
one of them means shit!”)
And
a vet at the Zoo says: “If there is no such animal as an: independent herd
--
then
what’s the use in even looking for meaning
in the city?!”
Test
Yourself.
The
way to be absolutely certain that you are either:
dumb,
stupid, ignorant, distracted, too earnest, too squinty-eyed, or far too
citified is if: You still think that all important information must be
serious.
As
her son grew daily more engrossed in arm wrestling with local conditions,
a
mother finally sat him down and said:
“By
now you’ve no doubt heard the term: pussy
whipped, and probably puzzled over
the need to verbally express something so physically embedded in man’s
nature,
but
for our kind what it metaphorically represents is the fact that mentally,
the
city intends to whip us all,” (and in his mind suddenly flashed a picture
of
their family heraldry upon which shines the motto:
“Not
ME You Don’t!”)
Just
as it’s not possible for a real man to be too physically horny,
neither
can the other kind of real man be too mentally aroused.
(About
such a man’s loose habits ‘tis gossiped: “He’ll think about anything!”)
In
the necessary urbanization of art:
in
the city, selling-out = surviving.
The
difference between those-who-know and professional associates
is
that those-who-know don’t quote one another.
Important
City Definition.
Fame:
Potty training for adults.
A
man-who-knows does not the city critique -- not to those
in the city.
(Aka:
real Artists
don’t waste time talking about Philistines
with
Philistines.)
Life
can try to hide from the universe;
the
universe can try to hide from life;
the
universe can even try to hide from itself,
but
that is something life can’t do...................
(although
it gives it a good shot via man’s consciousness,
[the
ultimate word however, regarding such matters is:
Consciousness
has
no
secrets -- it can’t -- it’s not physically possible
--
it
just seems so to the ordinary: (the factual basis for all conspiracy theories.)])
Birds
are cats expressing how it would feel to be a cat -- and aware
of it.
(Some
places this is referred to as:
Those
who can’t -- meow; those who can -- fly.)
A
mind that finds how to think without constant self-reference
has
begun loosening screws in the jail cell door.
From:
Scaramouch’s
Cook Book, this definition:
Humor: The awakened man’s private hors
d’oeuvres.
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