The reason men commonly insist that the true descriptions of things-as-they-are
come only from the permanency of the written word is their awareness of the
transient nature of the mental activity in their own heads.
It is not for nothing that men’s myths routinely tell of the gods delivering their most important messages to man carved-in-stone.
 

Unrelated Anatomical News.
The unpredictability of neurons is matched only by the predictability of hormones --  and (as a matter of unnoted operational fact) they are tied thereto.
Men dream of a good world --  one with full stomachs, rested muscles,
and expended genitals, and a realm of evil when they have a migraine.
 

Question:
How, on the great mystical quest can you tell that a knight has become lost?
He starts to take his brain’s old routine thoughts seriously (which is to say):
he begins to choke and stumble on the plagiarized thoughts of other lost men.
 

Prison Conversation.
“Having statistics is as good as having understanding.”
    “Having a good memory serves just as well.”
 

Regardless of their professed political allegiance:
everyone’s consciousness practices a kind of ostensible socialism.
(Any practical consequences thereof, you figure out.)
 

When men reach a fully civilized state (which, by deep definition means
they no longer must fight over survival essentials)
they then haggle over non essentials.
“All save the man who knows, right pa pa?”
    “Well, swat an ox in the ass with a cello!”
 

One way to be popular with the ordinary is to insist on pronouncing your
personal favorites amongst man’s many cultural activities,
for that further announces that you will (by custom) then listen to them declare theirs.
Turnabout's fair play  --  to everyone but the real deal man.
 

 At a recent City Council meeting a man proposed legislation to make legal,
mental abortions,
and not only did no one oppose it  – no one even appeared to have heard him.
   (“The city works in mysterious ways.”
“No it doesn’t  --  it doesn’t have to,
not as oblivious as those who reside there are to what goes on there.”)
 

“We may be men,” said the man, “but we have sheep brains,”
and four ewes and two mes got up and left in protest.
 

Those who want to wake-up think it will be waking up to  -- waking-up,
(since that is what they have spent their life studying),
but what really happens is you wake-up to everything that is going-on,
(which, if anyone could know better at the outset)
is what they would have been studying from the outset.
    (But [as they say in Alasland]: “Alas.”)
 

Near the holy city of Yo’ma, a man recently appeared who announced that
he is the eighty seventh reincarnation of a bunch of cells.
(To little notice by the holy-lovin’ locals, or the professional representatives thereof.)
 

As they passed a university a son asked a father:
“Why do they bother to divide the so-called Humanities into Hard & Soft disciplines, (exemplified by say: Psychology & Philosophy) as though one group is
serious and scientific and the other more akin to fiction and the imagination?”
   “Perhaps their attempt at humor.”
 

One man came up with the idea that his mind was a box;
he kept poking around this notion ‘til one day he got out of  the box --
Boy! --  did he get a surprise.
 

Follow Up To A Story Up.
Men take their ideas of a god from the permanency of the written words about him, which they hold were supernaturally inspired by him,
in preference to trying to deal with the reality of god (man’s own mind)
and its well known transience due to the body’s ever churning physical needs.
(Put in a shifted allegorical setting):
If the body itself could conjure up supernatural images it would picture
things-transcendental as the universe’s most astounding meal, fuck or nap;
the best that routine consciousness can come up with in this area are
mislabeled dreams of its own slippery self, and without anything sufficiently stable,
and self produced in it capable of grasping the situation.
 

The intellectual purpose for written words about things intangible
is to keep men from feeling like they have to think about them themselves.
Mythological martyrs (for one metaphorical instance) didn’t: die-for-your sins,
but rather so that you wouldn’t have to think about such unsettling matters as myths;
death; being alive; the mind and the nature of words.
The consciousness standard to man is demonstrably not constructed to think about the affairs that fill its time when it is not confronted with survival pertinent situations
(in the fundamental sense of thinking being: problem-solving);
in other words: consciousness  -- by nature and via thought  –
is given to problem solving concerning material matters relevant to his survival,
but when not so engaged, the mind is not programmed at all to try to actually
solve the problems it perceives to exist in the intangible realm it has created.
Mind for example may say that it sees the question of:
Why-do-bad-things-happen-to-good-people as a problem to be solved,
but these are hollow words; no ordinary man has a consciousness interested at all
in personally solving such a problem  --
that is what holy scriptures and their expert interpreters are for.
The ordinary world of man is unquestionably operating the way life wants it to,
and what common men call thinking is clearly what it wants men to accept as thinking, but there is something else that a few men can do with their consciousness that makes the accepted notions of thinking laughable (to be facetiously poetic).
 

At times when changing circumstances threatened: fear and feelings of helplessness,
one man would privately say to himself: “Hold on while I check our special-monitors.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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