Some say they believe life is made to live and enjoy,
and others say they believe life is an ordeal to be endured for a future reward:
both are born with their view.
 

A local god (to show his identification with the creatures in his charge)
would often ask one, when something terrible had happened in his life:
“How were you able to survive it with such a good attitude?”
(Or perhaps he intends it as a show of companionship vis a vis their inanity?!)
 

One fellow says: “You can feel confident that you are making progress in ThisThing when intelligent men, in reference to you say:
that the best that can be said about you is also the worst that can be said.”
 

After reading a Virology journal a man mused:
“If I could make my thoughts behave as relentlessly malleably as do common viruses, the expanding of my consciousness would likely go much faster."
 

Promos & Reality In The City Part Of The Mind.
The less a cultural/spiritual/intellectual enterprise expects to deliver
the more they will exhort their audience: “You Can Have It All!”
 

The excitement of trying-to-get-to-the-bottom-of-things
is as boundless as is ultimately the consciousness of he who succeeds.
 

Though outside the routine annals of history: the fact is that the original idea for poison arose from the reaction of certain nervous-system-knights to the possibility of
there being tie scores in jousting bouts;
Odin never had to threaten real warriors with punishment after death  --
all he had do was hold before them the potential of a life not lived to the extreme.
In the lives of the inner outliers: victory is the only cure for stagnation  --
not just more collectively shared stagnation with the addition of booby prizes, ceremonial medals, and laudatory remarks from your peers in stagnation.
 

On one planet they have a legend that says:
“As quickly as it came  --  it went,”
and an alternative one that says:
“As quickly as it came  --  it didn’t come.”
 

The man trying-to-get-to-the-bottom-of-things employs as his economic approach to consciousness: trickle-in-all-directions-at-once theory,
(though he actually demands something more aggressive than a trickle.)
 

A man asks: “How come the collective can make you sick, but can’t make you well?”
 

City minds (at odd times) feel they have lost-control-of-the-future,
but they don’t have to be concerned: they always remain in charge of the past.
 

A good cop doesn’t get entangled in thinking about the fact that the bad guys
he arrests today will be back on the street tomorrow;
he simply views each separate collar as him satisfactorily doing his job......sorry,
this is really about consciousness and thoughts.
 

A man long interested in the idea of a state of mind different than the routine,
visited a famous sage and said to him:
“The reason I never studied with you or anyone is that I have always suspected
that a horse --  old, ordinary and weary enough   --
will eventually appear to perform just as well as one young, exotic and well trained,"  and the mystic asked: “How old are you?” to which the man replied:
“I would rather not say, least I increase the possibility of my mind singing the:
‘Are-You-Sure-The-Last-Train-Has-Left’ blues”  --
the sage smiled and as a parting gift handed the man a photograph of a five dimensional merry go round filled with all manner of marvelous creatures to be ridden, both now  --   in the past (and going off the edge of the print) --  into the future,
where certain men's consciousness ceases to circularly spin in impotent grasps.
Marginal Moral: Wait long enough and all things that can normally come to men,
will eventually come  --  but:
grabbing the ring of awakening is strictly a matter of personal timing.
 

If you act more important than you are in the city, one of two things will occur:
you will begin believing that you are more important  --  or:
other people will start to treat you as though you are  --  wait, three:
or you will look like a complete idiot.
    But, hey!  --  as men like to say: "Either way!"
 

As they walked through the woods one man noted:
“Look: the bird is flying; the worm is crawling; the tree is green; the stream is wet;
the wind is blowing,” and his friend interrupted: “I didn’t know you were awake.”