Man is captive twice: physically (about which nothing can be done)
and mentally (about which only a few can have an impact);
the trick to escaping is simple (but impossible for most): Think more than you have to.
Ordinary people can certainly fool themselves and will say that they are already thinking all they can  --  day and night, non stop  --
but what they think is restricted and therein is their confinement.
Only a person born with a rebellious nervous system has the capacity and interest to think about things beyond what his mind does automatically:
that is the radical distinction between the certain man and the rest of humanity.
The grand gambit is: Think more than you have to;
when you understand in practice what this means you can forget books, teachers,
and the idea of some specially needed knowledge to achieve the certain man's goal:
all you need to find the way and turn the corner for yourself is:

Man lives by matters twice: by acts and by facts:
his acts are confined by the physical laws of this universe
while to his mind, his facts seem to be lacking any restraints;
though his muscles are limited in what they can do,
he feels he can think anything he wants to;
an ordinary man  --   thinking he is mentally free  --
makes the word dense seem like a compliment.
The underlying stickiness to the situation is simply that if a creature is born and
raised in, let us say, Crunkville, it can never grasp the fact that it is confined thereto;
it has nothing in its experience by which to compare its position;
what is natural to man is to feel that Crunkville is him  -- personally.

Who is inspired by another is UN inspired.
The real-deal-man’s mind has but one hero; one role model,
and feel free to figure out who that might be.
(The true rebel leaps into the infinite void in his own nervous system.)
 
 

Prison’s First Law: Some people wait until nine o’clock to do nine o’clock business.
Second Law: Some people worry about nine o’clock for hours leading up to nine.
Third Law: Everyone has a future  --   a nine o’clock of some kind  --  somewhere.
The potential escapee operates under the unuttered law of doing nine o’clock business at the time necessary and not thinking about before or after.
Muscles have their memory and physical organs their schedules;
in the mind, the brain has a special situation  --
which only the man with the facility to bolt notices.
 
 

From a cell some where, some guy offered up the most promising cry of the
collective prison population:
“Ah my friends!  --  here we be: sinking to glorious new heights!”
 (Just because cows display no sense of humor doesn’t mean that life has none.)
 
 

The more civilized becomes a man the more is he bothered by facts than acts;
  wolves attack one another because of behavior;
    sociologists, something said.
 
 

The weaker the idea  --  the more people needed to support it;
the stronger the idea  --  the fewer people will be attracted to it.
  (“Well sure! --  I dream of getting out of here, but, Damn!  --  it’s just a dream!”)
 
 

In Re Condemnation & The Condensation Of Penal Seriousness.
People with funny ideas shouldn’t point fingers  --
unless they have equally humorous digits.
     (“Since when did hands become a metaphor for mental activity?
        Where was I when the memo went around?”)
 
 

Being able to think more than you have to, is for a few,
one of the sublime secret pleasures of human existence.
 
 

A chap doing warm up stretching at the city’s running track confided (with no due modesty): “I  --  and I mean ‘I’ in its most singular sense  --
demand as much of my cells as I do myself.”
(In another reality what he said could have gone in the other direction.)
 
 

When the real commander of the rebel force comes into an outlier’s war room, everyone there becomes speechless.
By the by: this brief note from Captain Salient:
A fight not to the death is no fight at all.
Also: the Minister Of Internal Security later issued a statement taking the position that if drugs became legal, unacceptable numbers of the common people
would begin to think outside the king’s sanctioned structures,
(which caused one of the palace guards to ponder what specific drugs were referred to.