Current Court Gossip.
The latest priest to be beheaded by the king was the latest one who told him
again that all men possess the: divine spark  --  including his enemies.
Some synapses simply cannot take a joke.
(Correction: In certain parts of the city  --  none of them can.
“Yeah --  that’s why I moved.”)
 
 
 
 

Threats and actions are entirely different creatures,
and only the dazed confuse the two.
 
 
 
 

As he sat up on a hillside, looking out on the city,
with its many institutions, systems, symbols and beliefs, a man said to his mind:
“Here is how we are going to operate:
I will automatically assume that anything down there you are drawn to take seriously
is a hoax and part of a conspiracy.”
 
 
 
 

Amongst the ordinary: consciousness’ drug of choice is: the-support-of-others;
not unlike how: damage-control is their favorite form of progress,
and: repetitiveness their hit record version of intelligence.
 
 
 
 

Definition.
Death: The border on a certain kind of engraved invitation to living.
(Reminder: The definitions used in the city are not the ones employed by a rebel.)

Lounging, smiling in the sun on vacation, one chap confides that he considers his opinions, attitudes, and judgments to be barrier islands
to the serene beach of his mind.
 
 
 
 

One man says he doesn't understand all the sweat and bother that's stirred up
by some for: the-secret so passionately sought for by the saints, scribes, mystics,
and occultists when it is right there in the dictionary for everyone to see.
The difference between cows stumbling into Shangri La, and the
non aligned thinker getting there purposefully is........well, if you’re a cow,
the distinction can’t be described to you, and if you’re not,
then there’s no need to try.

The Royal Sage one day said to the Prince:
“All of life is equitable  --
it is man’s thoughts which divide it into the good & the corrupt;
thus those who call themselves religious always have a fifty per cent chance
of picking the wrong god.”
 
 
 
 

In pursuit of city affairs:
being assured that you are doing the right thing is the best support;
in those of rebellion: being sure is.
 
 
 
 

Modern Myth.
There is a chapp (who insists it be spelled with two “p’s” [pretentious prick])
who has two children, the first of whom he told that the most important thing in life
is to be constantly mindful of what he said,
and to the second he instructed that a man’s most pressing concern in life
is what other people say;
then one day, just as they both neared puberty (just outside London)
he stuffed them both in a valise and disappeared.
 
 
 
 

Utilizing only technology of his own design,
one man says that his extensive cosmological studies have revealed
but a single trace of real weirdness in the entire universe  -- “And it is made by man.
(to be more accurate: by man’s consciousness..............and to be even more precise:
is caused by man’s consciousness as perceived by his consciousness).

Definition For Advanced Fans Of Chemistry.
Death: A catalyst for life.
(And don’t you followers of Neurology be looking anywhere off the lab bench.)
 
 
 
 

Whenever he finds himself back in the city, filling out forms of one kind or the other
(as he notes is damn near a full time pastime there)
one man says that in the space under: Occupation he puts: Blabbermouth.
“When in the water  --  do as the other fish do,” (adds he.)
“Passing for normal is the only way to get by in the city,
(or around the dull synapses in my mind............which of course is the same thing.)”
Fact: Civilization and conventional thinking are founded on the most common basis possible for men;
flights of individual freedom and fancy are for falcons  --  not cows and men.
(The fellow also recommends that after a clean-&-rinse,
if you are going to send your tongue out for a press  be sure to specify: “No starch!”
[Post scripts he: “To get around in the city and still keep your wits to yourself
requires above all things: flexibility.”])

Out in a field, two men were talking and the first said:
“What is great about discussing human consciousness is that
you can cut it up into as many pieces as there are pieces;
divide it into as many categories as there are categories,
and say about it as much as it is possible for consciousness to say about it,”
(and maybe it was the sun, but the other guy began to feel faint).
 
 
 
 

Conversation.
“If you don’t care whether you live or die --  neither will anyone else.”
     “Same with being asleep.”
 
 
 
 

The potential flaw in every knight’s armor is  --  anger.
The warrior’s true foe can never be slain by criticism:
this is why dragons fear most a keen, cold eye  --
and so should you  --
in a positive, self directed sense.
 
 
 
 

One man says that his biggest fear is that he won’t live long enough
to tell everything that is in his mind,
(his neural partner says that his greatest dread is based on the same general idea  --  but with a slight twist.)
Mental Mendel Revisited: Real lovers have untraceable genetic bonds.
 
 
 
 

The hottest gossip throughout the universe is:
“Can you believe it!  --  on planet Earth, local fears are now all the rage!”
 
 
 
 

One man says he is now almost totally convinced that they had the Dark Ages

An email came in representing another excerpt from the book:
"Oh My God!  Look What Life Has Done To Me Now,"
in which a man says that for several years he has been seriously studying
the ideas presented in these daily writings and now has a car that will go
three hundred miles an hour  --  but has no place in mind that he wants to go.
 
 
 
 

Primary affairs are universal and need no encouragement,
while secondary, cultural ones (being local) require constant advertising & promotion.
 
 
 
 

Query:
Were the truth fully known: who are the world’s most irritated, frustrated,
and pissed off people?
Answer:
Travelers who started out  --  but never made it.
 
 
 
 

And another chap (with a single "p") persisted in addressing his own thoughts
in such unflattering terms that he himself eventually became unflatterable.
 
 
 
 

Noted a father to a son:
"After all is said and done (trust me) someone will say: 'That's IT?!'"
 
 
 
 

All it takes is a look at their face and a listen to their voice
to tell that the most fun ordinary men have is: passing judgment.
 
 
 
 

A poet stood on a high, windswept forehead (that should be: cliff)
and nearly be-swooned by the crashing waves below, mused:
“O for a life of sensation  --  rather than thought,”
and a troll behind a nearby rock bemused: “O for a life of the sensation of thought!”
 
 

Travel Addendum: Being awake is a free trip to any where.