The Allegory Of Evolution: The Evolution Of Allegory.
Life originally produced thought in the human brain to aid man in his survival
by it focusing its attention on ways to make same more likely;
thus the mind’s prime and principal state is: being focused.
The more it succeeds at its job, the more civilized man becomes,
and the more time he has free from the pressures of merely surviving,
(time when his thoughts have nothing of consequence demanding their attention)
and they begin to invent things on which to focus;
ergo has man’s thoughts created an entire new reality quite separate from
the physical one in which he lives  --  one that lives in him;
a world made up totally of made up things: religion, movies, morality, politics, art, gossip, the social sciences, talking about yourself: everything that men say is meaningful in some way to them on which they cannot lay their hands.

This other reality which exists only in men’s minds, contraire to its initial raison d'être of giving his thoughts something to focus on when there is nothing essential going on in the physical world requiring such, has proven rather to disperse his attention:
what goes on in this realm scatters his thoughts instead of focusing them:
as it is now: this IS the attraction of man’s recreational activities:
he goes to a movie, a sporting event, reads a novel, plays a video game, calls a friend, attends a lecture, a religious service, a political rally, or reconnoiters a shopping mall, all for the sole purpose of dispersing his attention rather than trying to focus it
when there is nothing vital occurring on which to do so.

All in all: the brain wants its attention to be either: rigorously focused,
or totally dispersed: no middle ground; no fooling around: one or the other,
and in most men’s cases: they fill their mind’s free time with pursuits specifically intended to scatter their thoughts so relentlessly that there is little chance of them even thinking about the matter of being focused; a bit of:  “If I keep myself busy enough I won’t have time to think about things that might bother me.”

So men have two separate worlds on which they can turn their mind’s attention:
the physical one, about which they can possess knowledge: specific, predictable, substantial and useful knowledge, and the one inside their brain,
about which  --   What-is-there-to-be-known?!
What kind of knowledge can you have about something you made up  --
(other than the knowledge that you made it up), which instant observation
anywhere you look reveals is not part of ordinary men’s knowledge-repertoire.
Men believe they can and do know things about the affairs that seem to exist
in this invisible world: an illusion supported by their thoughts being dispersed rather than focused when directed to this realm: what some call: being asleep,
others: living in the dark, in a dream, in captivity, is the state of dispersed attention:
the complete, operational lack of focus.
If thoughts were to be focused on affairs in this world in the manner they are when a man is trying to understand a situation in the physical world that is significant to him (solve a meaningful problem) this whole other reality would collapse:
it could not stand up under the weight of focused attention.

The brains of ordinary men are programmed for thoughts to automatically focus on physical challenges to survival, and to create --  then partake of non physical activities which will disperse their attention: two entirely different ball games:
one with a meaningful score, the other, wholly recreational,
and with never a pertinent outcome or conclusion.
Being awake (as some call it) is having the personally discovered realization of
the reality which the above handful of words represents.
 
 

Things That Men Normally Let Slide.
Musicians unsure of their talent will waste as much time as possible
needlessly fooling with their instrument before they begin to actually perform,
and comedians uncertain of their act will stall the start of same by asking the audience dotty questions about themselves and if they are ready to laugh,
and everybody spends the first seventy years of their life trying to put off
the commencement of death.

While being interviewed, a film director said: “Being a good director is in not directing,” and he was then asked: “So why even have a director?”  --
and as brilliant as he had thought his comment to be  --
he was now stumped for an answer to the question.
 
 
 
 

Anyone can seem cute  --  when you first meet them; one of the benefits of
being ordinary is that even if people change their mind about you  --

Conversation.
“A man who won’t bitch has my vote.”
     “Why would he care about that.”
“Okay  --  he has his.”
 
 
 
 

In the beginning: men wrote books to reflect their thoughts;
then when this didn’t go over as well as they’d hoped,
they began adding Introductions to their writings
wherein they announced to the reader (before he had a chance to sample same)
why he was going to enjoy it, and explained why previous ones said they hadn’t;
once death and stupidity heard about this approach,
they jumped on  it like a plague on rats.
 
 
 
 

A father said to a son:
“When a man learns he is dying
he believes that it becomes a big deal to everyone else who hears about it.”
    “Why don’t they feel the same about learning they’re asleep and in the dark?”
“That’s my boy.”

In man’s intangible affairs: an impression of success can be achieved through expanded explanations of failure.

                                                             First you’re a dog,
                                                             then you’re a bush,
                                                             your time will come,
                                                             no need to push.
 
 
 
 

There is only one response to the question:
"What is this: 'wanting-to-wake-up thing?’ --  which is: "That’s hard to say."
 
 

One artist did his best work after he died  --
but of course ordinary people didn't realize it. 

“Tell me your favorite thing people say for today, Dad.”
      “Men referring to certain other men as: the elite.”
 
 
 
 

“Spirituality” (as men call it) that comes from a book, a drug, or the words of another
is of course spiritual if men call it that,
but it is certainly not what they intended it to mean.