As they passed an urban area a wolf told her cub:
“It’s always the meanest son of a bitch running a city  --
and usually the dumbest,”
and the animal understood  --  the animal always understands;
it’s only thoughts that have questions about the arrangement,
which in part helps sustain needed city arrangements.
 

The common-sense common to a particular time & place
is already so outdated as to be useless.
“A question, my good sir: but is there any sense (common or otherwise)
that IS of use regarding things you can’t touch?”
 

Into court one King allowed: Priests, Philosophers, Skeptics, Agnostics, even Critics, but the one thing he would not permit was any minister he’d never heard of before.
Query: What is: greater-consciousness other than the ability to:
process expanded and unexpected information.
On that memorable night as the knight prepared to take his bride,
as he lifted her veil he expressed but one request: “Don’t be someone I know.”
 

Another way to tell you are in a land of the anti quest is that the people there believe that any significant, new understanding will be serious in nature  --
rather than entertaining and interesting.
 

In a field behind his house one man has erected a facsimile of himself
which attracts any lightening strikes and absorbs all flooding of the area,
and which will say (if approached): “I am just filling in while I am away on assignment.”
 

Remember: everybody’s on a list;
remember: the few are always on assignment.
 

Defined: The difference between the physical world and the certain man’s:
The difference between famines and the understanding of what causes them.
Defined: The difference between ordinary men’s mental world,
and the one of the nervous system rebel:
The difference between injustice and the recognition of a dictionary.
    “Hello,” said a reflection to man’s initial concept for the invention of the mirror.
And someone objects: “All of this is far too simplistic!”  --
which is what makes the distinction so unsightly.
    “Do you mean: unsightly: ugly, or: unsightly: can’t be seen?”
Guess.
And a city street corner preacher proclaimed:
“There is nothing at all amiss with man that a little death won’t cure,”
and as he became publicly more and more well known as a spiritual teacher
this one man became more and more verbose,
(in blatant defiance of the Guru’s Code Of Conduct.    Disgusting!)
“I take it,” said a passing garbage man, “That is meant as joke.”
You haven’t forgotten already have you that: everybody’s name is on a list.
“I don’t think you’re giving the whole story?!?”
Okay: everyone’s on the list, but your specific name is of no importance.
     “Sorry I mentioned it.”
On his shield one knight had spray painted:
“Verbosity Is The Rebel’s Monstrosity.”
Fact: Dragons come in a spacious variety:
some (you should not be surprised) strongly resembling their would-be slayer.
“I’ll tell you the truth: very little any longer surprises me”  --
a comment you would never hear from a real warrior.
Fact: All boasts are confessions of weakness;
strength is always where there is silence.
The Shadow knows  --  which is why he stays in the shadows.
(A certain well known zoological fact should have been the dead giveaway:
that stupid elephants loudly trumpet for all to hear,
while super wise fleas play it quiet-to-the-vest.
    “Another bit of humor, I take it.”)
A crinkly characteristic of kingdoms contrary to knightliness is:
Allegories are always one way streets.
Query: If you naturally have a problem being able to look directly at the sun,
and need intermediary verbal/mental glasses to attempt same,
what makes you assume that such are manufactured by but one concern?
“All roads lead to Romania!”  --  that’s true  --  once you understand that
it exists only in mental images and that in fantasy lands there are no one way by ways;
what can explain the nature of Dracula to one man,
its opposite can to another;
that’s why to deep cover rebels this realm is known as: La La land,
so that even the name reminds them of its ever fluid, sequence-irrelevant nature.
On the Bucharest/La La path it matters not whether at any given instant
you seem to be entering or leaving;
it's all the same to Disney designers.
(“You mean those particular synapses in my own brain?!”)
All aboard!
 

Conversation ‘Twixt Father & Son.
“Pa pa: who are you close to?”
     “You.”
“I don’t mean that one, I mean the kind of closeness ordinary people feel
toward one another,”
and the elder’s fondness for the boy led him to not respond.
 

You can identify an area that has become super civilized if they sometimes
close down Saturday for the weekend.
(“Is that your attempt at another example of coded messages having no polarity?”)
Mind has working days and business hours, and other times when it doesn’t  --
the hilarity is that ordinary men can’t tell the difference.
The standard part of the human brain produces thoughts that are partisan, polarized, and case-specific: that is the “city” in these writings;
the anomalous few are neurally wired with a spot that is not by nature biased,
and which for ordinary purposes is useless.
Routine men & their minds are programmed to be interested in understanding
the physical world in which they must exist and which can only be accomplished
via ideas that make contrasts (in other words);
through ideas that are ultimately biased (i.e.):
men preferring the truth about the nature of the physical world (which is useful)
as opposed to fallacious and thus dangerous views thereof;
when this facet of their mental life is momentarily satisfied,
their thoughts turn to but one subject (the only one left): the nature of man  --
not physically, but intangibly: his so-called: spiritual, moral, cultural, intellectual,
even mystical nature; the one feature that distinguishes him from all known life forms,
and the only one on which he cannot lay his hands nor measurements make,
but in this supremely significant segment of his life,
his mind is not wired to seek nor require distinction between ideas about itself
which may be factual, and those which may be fanciful;
by all surface appearances it seems that the mind takes quite seriously
a need  to understand its own nature, purpose and operations (witness the world wide influence of psychology, theology and all the other liberal arts and social sciences),
but when seen aright, this is verbal legerdemain that a performer has
haplessly executed on himself, in that the ordinary mind can make no functional distinction between ideas about its mental-only inner world that have any objective substance and those which do not  --   and all of them: do not  --
which take not into account the basic, all-explanatory fact that:
the ideas men’s minds have about the intangible world their ideas have created
have no substance:
they simply are not built to see that Monday Night Football and Psychology
are the same pastime.
    (“Don’t forget to include: worrying.”                                               And: worrying.)
 
 

The Pigalle Positives have elected to kick off to the Montmartre Negatives.