A father told a son:
“People aren’t as stupid as they may first appear (for instance):
Each person knows full well that his own mind will never explain what life is about,
so men have tacitly agreed to the collective make-believe-idea that there are books other men have written (and not their own puny intellects) which have such answers.
Let’s see a hippo match that!”
Why Men Can’t Mentally See What Is Really Going On.
Can you truly picture a puck ever comprehending the sport of hockey?
Without a man’s consciousness get off-the-ice  --
the game of life is a confusing jumble of unexpected, inexplicable twists and turns;
only the certain man in the stands (the sole spectator) from his internal vantage point, sees the sense in humanity’s relentless, collective activities in the rink.
    “What a sight, my boy!  --   what a thing to see!”
 

"Dear Dr. Exacto: Is part of civilization’s raison d'être
to make life seem more challenging than it actually is?”
 

Whenever one man would hear fashion mentioned in city circles he would wonder whether the reference was to clothes men wear, or ideas that wear them.
Fashion means nothing if you’re in it at the time;
only the man out-of-his-native-attire is smartly dressed in consciousness.
“Do you know the difference between wheat and religion?”
    “One look at me should answer that.”
 

Man’s standard mental-flight-through-life is done on what amounts to: automatic-pilot: an easy to observe, uncontestable fact.
    “Is that why men don’t observe it  --  it’s too obvious?”
Really: can you imagine a remotely controlled toy plane ever conceiving of
radio waves and programmable chips?
    “We’re back again to the matter of escape, right?! --
      a break-out from ordinary sized consciousness.”
Pandora Exploded.
There is no knowledge, no miraculous info that can be placed inside a box that has
the intelligence, or ability to ever grasp at all  the existence of the box,
and thus the position of the medium (the mind) for such neural activity.
You can know everything in the world, but as long as it is confined to the
sized consciousness you came with, it will not reveal the secret the certain man seeks.
Fact: There is a specific corner which every seeker must turn to initially awake at all from the basic dream (which is): that the descriptions of life they normally hear
both from others and in their own head are not and never will be sufficient to
explain what is going on to their satisfaction.
Even The Library Of Alexandria means nothing  --  as long as it is kept in:
The Library Of Alexandria.
 

One chap offers:
“In the city (that is: man’s standard state-of-mind) it is impossible to be: too-smug.
MY GOD, MAN!  -- the place thrives on it!
You can’t really believe that mental-unease brought the Brothers Grimm
to where they are today!
My god man!  --  wake up and smell the needed conceit-&-complacency!”
Fact: The city does not run on fuel alone  --  but mostly fumes (and imaginary ones at that).
As he sat by a sunny window, travel brochures in hand,
a man mused on how unusual it is to live in a land where the exposing of Shaharazad
is taken as a meaningful step in the march to enlightenment.
 

Medical-Police News.
The intellectual health of the city depends on continuous thievery.
 

As a blatant example of the appropriateness of his position, the ruler of one kingdom would only attack his neighbors when he was drunk, or extremely  upset.
A true, pisser-of-a-monarch (and one you might note whose influence is world wide.)

    Heroes may swim;
    cowards may sink,
    but dullards can float forever.
 

Sitting with a cup of coffee in the diner near the city museum a chap remarked:
“The true stigma  --  I’m sorry, I meant to say: the true sign of being civilized
is being able to resist kicking an economist when he’s down.”
And irrespective apparently of nothing, the guy behind the counter muttered:
“The cost of upkeep of men’s standard thoughts isn’t worth it  --
no matter how you slice it, twist or turn it  --  it simply isn’t worth the effort.”
    (A man not long for a city job.)
 

(And from Mythology): as noted Nolanios (the God Of Plumbing):
“There are not only two ways of looking at everything   --    but one as well.”
 

Collectively, men are always thinking: the-next-big-thing,
but only the certain man has his own version of it within himself.
 

Ordinary men (even experts) attempting to explain man
is a toaster trying to explain a microwave oven to toasters;
a nervous-system-rebel explaining man,
is a hot wired toaster trying to stick a fork into ordinary toasters.
 

One advantage of philosophers over theologians
is that they generally do not think that their subjects actually exist.
 

The Actual (Though Collectively Unacceptable) Fact.
There is dirt for sure  --  all else is opinion.
 

Some Social/Sexual News: (Don’t You Believe It!)
A man who will tell a woman that she is not attractive
is the sort of human who believes that the things he says, he thinks up on his own.
 

A man cannot have (as the ordinary call it): humility  --  only understanding;
the former that a man may display is a cover up for his lack of the latter.
 

The man-who-knows tells the rest of the world to go-to-hell  --
except he doesn’t actually say it  --
and he doesn’t really address it to the rest of the world  --
and he doesn’t use those words  --  but other than that
 

One guy noodles: “Just as the coach of a team with a questionable record
shouldn’t walk up to the owner and ask directly: ‘Am I out of here?’ --
neither should a man’s ordinary thoughts so approach his consciousness.”
(As always the case in The Daily News:
the story is feasible to routine readers at one level, and to the few at another.)
 

Though it makes no city jungle sense:
a one eyed owl sees more than a two eyed one.
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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