How Mind Wishes Things Worked.
Getting a new keyboard for your computer will give you new ideas.
One man tried feeding his mind wild genius berries; the berries turned into his mind.
Those with constricted sight love to say (as a camouflaged imploration) that:
You are what you eat  --  when what you are directs you to eat only that which is compatible with you, and that can become a comfortable part of the activity in your brain that says it is you, and that makes such claims as: “You are what you eat.”
Life secretly created a wondrous jigsaw puzzle; too bad most men never get to see it. (The letters in an anagram never quite get the point of it all.)
“No matter where you stand (if it be on your natural born feet)
you will never see  --  The Secret  --  ‘cause you’re standing on it.”
    “But what if you change your position?”
“Adopting a new verbal stance is what affords the ordinary mind the illusion of progress, but feet (unrecognized for what they are) remain the feet forever covering the very thing you seek."
    “So it is a matter of: No one blinds me but me?!”
“Better put: Me not understanding what I just said about me blinding me
is what blinds me.”
    “Well, shit!”
“I know  --  ain’t it great!”
Maxim Update: When the way things are going don’t make sense  --
those who can make sense of things get going.
Glancing at the wreck at a synaptic intersection, one man sighs:
“That’s what I live for!”
 
 

One man’s personal philosophy:
“Don’t plan your fishing ‘til you know what bait is in the bucket.”
(He avers this works equally well in the library as at the lake.)
Speaking of that: one man goes noodlin’ in his own head.
    “Yipes!  Barehanded into the murky waters of the mammalian brain! --
      --  what’ll you whippersnappers think of next!”
 
 

Taking a lesson from life’s way of giving out messages,
one man began living his life in a code.
 
 

Before going to sleep every night one man would say aloud:
“Tune in tomorrow for an all new episode,”                               then under his breath: “I hope.”
 
 

Need some easement in your agitated anticipation, then remember this:
there is always someone ahead of you in line.
(You might also note that the city is the only place where you have to stand  in line;
the Rim Greaper has a: No Wait policy  --   only Chagrins ‘R Us will put you on hold.)
Rule: The conclusive happens all at once  --  the uncertain drags on f-o-r-e-v-e-r.
“Pa pa: is this why time seems so skewed when I dream?”
Fact: What actually goes on in life is quite abrupt  --
while what the mind thinks about what it sees going on
is like cold syrup poured over a porous Dadaist.
 
 

The only words worthwhile to the real-deal-man are
those that lead his thoughts to new places.
 
 

The sergeant sporting the medals for subversiveness said to a young recruit
in the signal corps:
“When it comes to the attempted passing of info you can count on this:
The longer the setup   --  the shorter the punch line,”
and a passing lieutenant injected:
“Don’t you mean: The longer the setup, the less informative the info?!”  --
which made the NCO suddenly realize that just the opposite was true!
(Leastwise would be in a better man’s army.)
 
 

Questions Without Answers: Songs Without End: Shows With No Aisle Seats Left.
Exactly what sort of person is it who will struggle to experience a certain something which, when it accidentally happens to other people, they find unwelcome?
When this one man couldn’t seem to get himself to think of something new,
what he’d do was go ahead and let his mind be the medium for whatever thought
was automatically available, but all the time with a secret smirk.
Fact: When you can do strange stuff in your head  --
--  AND KEEP IT HID FROM YOUR OWN MIND  --
you my friend, may have a future in the oblique big leagues after all.
(“I personally wouldn’t want to play for any team whose manager could recognize me whenever I stepped on the field.”)
Insider's Literary Obscuritas.
All the world’s tales of a person being lost in a faraway land
are not actually about physical persons.
“Look!” cried Moses, pointing to his head: “I told you we would find it,”
and someone said: “Didn’t you mean to point A-head?!”
and another voice injected: “Moses knows what he’s doing.”
 
 

On one world there is a shop whose advertised service is producing: “The New You!”  --  only problem is: they won’t take an appointment from the old you.
 
 

Normal knowledge is the monopoly life gives to man’s ordinary thinking.
(Notes local conditions: “We don’t want the kinds of surprises whereby
from our widget factories come anything other than widgets.”)
 
 

A city dweller with rats on his mind is hard pressed to ever set out effective traps,
since all such devices are designed by The Pro Rodent Society.
 
 

Want one less thing to sweat over?:
the worst  that can happen to you in the city is to be humiliated  --
and then only be so amidst those for whom such a condition is ongoing.
(You might also take note that city sweat is not the same as real sweat.)
 
 

Regarding Dual If Not Parallel Realities
During a visit to a treatment center a diagnostician noted:
"I see that cancer and cupidity remain growth industries."