Legend tells of a man who gave public talks on the nature of life,
and at the conclusion of each would announce that all save The Select Group
should leave so that he could deliver The Secret Epilogue,
and there would always be a small number of people who stayed in their seats
as everyone else left the room.
After the door was closed (as per the speaker’s instructions)
those who had remained would sit silently for several minutes,
then begin to laugh and holler uproariously for a bit  --
then open back up the door to the area where those who had left the room
were still milling about  --  and emerge, smirking broadly  --
which they would quickly cease as soon as all the public attendees
had witnessed the little drama.
(It is further alleged that one man’s mind did the same thing to him.)
 

“Okay Pop, what’s your latest favorite rattlebrain stunt of men?”
  “Today’s is in fact quite ancient, yet still alive:
it is a spiritual teacher (supposedly full of understanding)
warning his followers of the danger of listening to anyone's words but his.”
 

Just as it’s the job of every good king-tyrant in the world to keep a lid on the people, same too with the dominant power in your mind.
Every land's motto: “Unruly thoughts cause serious faults!”
 

The thing about alcohol and other non chemical emotional giddy-makers is that
they make you feel like you’re having more fun than you actually are.
 

Being in the city can be an all right activity  --   IF
you don’t mistake the lights in the buildings for things they’re not.
 

People who don’t grasp the nature of life like to moan over the “evil of the world”.
Anteaters think everybody sucks.
 

Joining a religious group gives you a place to express how much your soul is suffering other than just to your mama.
 

A thinker with a mission is no longer a thinker.
 

After hearing a reporter say that his aim was to get everyone he interviewed to say something that would ruin their life, a man’s mental king beamed:
“See how badly you need me to protect you!”
 

How Thought Operates Normally In Men.
Boxers say: “Everybody has a plan  --  until they’re hit.”
 

Men with small minds are anxious to share.
 

A father’s advice to a son:
“Stay close to the walls.”
    “I would expect you to say I should stay far away from the walls.”
“Ultimately, yes, but initially: stay as close to the walls as possible as to gain as much knowledge about them as you can for your later abandonment thereof.”
    “Prisoners-and-their-knowledge-of-the-facilities again?”
“Um.”
 

Feelings and thoughts have a connection that seems obvious enough  --
but it’s not by half   --
not if you want more than just the right to groan about how badly you feel.
 

People are supporters of their home town teams for the same reason they are religious.
 

On one world the cost of being cocky and of being uncertain is the same,
and the bouncy thing about it is that those who take either course
all ultimately think that the price was too high.
Regardless of man’s world wide, ridiculous insistence to the contrary:
the cost of being alive is zilch.
 

The knight actively on the quest couldn't be poorer if he tried.
 

Being humble is a waste of time  --  if you have something to be humble about.
Why hide an extinguished lamp under a basket?!
Two types of roosters crow: the mean sonsofbitches and the impotent.
 

The rebel’s question of the hour: Who was the first man to see himself naked?
 

Nobody likes a smartass, so life has arranged so that those who even
begin to suspect what is really going on usually soon turn into smartasses.
(Another potential problem handled.)
One thing about it: if you want to see life’s efficiency in action  -- live and in person!  --  you don’t have to buy a ticket or stand in a line.
 

The only non athletic way to become famous if you have no ideas of your own
is to attack those of someone else.
(“Seems fair to me.”)
 

The true hidden, fisher king of the inner knight,
if he in fact has any who oppose him,
never acknowledges them:
that almost alone, distinguishes him.
That is why everyone hates the Tar Baby: no matter how you punch him  --
he never verbally reacts.   “Screw him!”                                               Fer sure.
 

Invisible in men’s brains is a portal through which life furnishes man with his thoughts:  it is here alone that the rebel’s potential exists.
Only a man’s tongue and the portal know what he is going to say next
(and even his tongue and portal don’t).
It is here alone that the rebel’s potential exists.
 

Regardless of the maxims they write and repeat in the city, for those who live there it is not even remotely possible for them to: think too little and talk too much.
“Why do you think that faithfully doing ordinary things is so important to
being ordinary?!”
 

Most bad dreams are caused by telling people what kinda guy you are.
 

Men whose minds on small matters dwell  --  love to share.
(And kinda-guy guys say: “Say!  --  should we be offended by that?”)
The city mental singer says: “Verbosity itself is my virtuosity.”
 

The knight's latest version of the question: How does a man see himself naked?
 

How It Goes Part 69.
If you think that anything is wrong   --  then everything is wrong.
A son asked a father: “Why do you not remind me constantly with a slap and swift kick that every time I say one word about myself that I destroy millions of the mind cells
I need to ever free myself from the strangling illusion of my verbal self?”
    “Why you smart-alecky little bastard!”
Outlier Maxim: When anything is wrong internally  --  everything is.
 

A man asks: “If people didn’t talk about the-kind-of-person-they-are,
would they actually be a person?”
Where can things that appear only in reflections
exist outside of mirrors?
 

A knight with a visible mission is not a real knight.
“We sleep in the dark, and there likewise we awaken.”
     “Is this why I should originally: stay-as-close-to-the-walls-as-possible?”
“Moles without dirt expertise are doomers.”
“And,” boast the moles: “In the dark we were born, and in the dark we shall die.”
Life (via its ordinary operations) is nothing if not tidily wrapped.
The true knight may dress neat enough, but where civilians can’t see  --  tidy, he is not.
A castle with beige walls and hip furnishings houses no hidden fisher king.
 

True facts are not usefully true if they can turn on themselves.
(Aka: All city knowledge is kamikaze.)
The Contrast:  Chemicals can’t commit suicide  --   not so cultural realities.
You find only socrateses and jesuses on the killing floor or racked to the wall  --
never sodium and jasmine.