An allied tactic to: Thinking more than you have to
is to not think about the things that happen to you in life, but rather think about
what the thoughts that automatically appear in your mind have to say about them.

For obvious reasons the conscious part of man’s brain is wired and programmed
to instinctively think about events occurring outside the man that are pertinent to
his survival and about which it may need to direct physical response thereto,
(but those aside, in that they require no willful attention nor alteration,
and are thus not part of the certain man’s efforts to get-to-the-bottom-of-things)
when such external circumstances are not extant and demanding consciousness’
attention, a man’s thoughts will merely mull  --  passively day dream about
what is going on in life in general and happening to him specifically:
(there’s a war in Farawayland; an earthquake to the north;
“I’ve learned I have a terrible illness; my lover has left me,” et al),
indeed, among civilized, comfortable men, of such stuff is their mental life
primarily composed (if you are not forced to constantly think about
where your next meal will come from, consciousness will think about your weight
in regard to this season’s fashion).

For a person born with the hunger to understand what is going on with life,
allowing consciousness to spend its thinking ability on matters about which
it can clearly do naught (e.g. death, and this year’s hem line)
will guarantee that the desire will never be fulfilled;
you literally can never see what is going on with life while your consciousness
is completely taken up in thinking about how what is going on will affect you.

The man committed to freeing his intangible self from its innate captivity will instead
turn his mental attention onto the thoughts that automatically issue from his brain
concerning what is going on in life that could have an impact on him:
such a man would not be upset by news of an impending storm he cannot avoid,
but would rather be amused by the thoughts  --  the frightened and impotent thoughts
that involuntarily appear in his natural born mind upon it hearing the report.
The collateral trick is to: Not think about the inalterable things that happen to you in life,
but about what your reflex thoughts have to say about them
(which for the uncommon few is commonly good for a non hostile chuckle).
 
 
 
 

What You're Allowed To Have In Prison.
Everything that came into one man’s possession  --  just sat there  -- 
untouched  --  unused   --  unopened in its original box  --  forever ready to be returned.
    (“And you say this is about possessions?”)
 

‘Twas a dark and dreary night on the moors;
a rap at the door;
“Who’s there?”
    “’Tis I  --  Captivity  --  your most comforting friend.”
    (“And I bet you'd say the sad truth is that via such an arrangement do the
        ordinary feel much relieved.”)
 

The Dental Life Of Ordinary Men.
If you have teeth  --  they will commonly be on edge.
    (“Hey-y-y  --   you be doin’ that metaphorical stuff again!”)
 

A man who understands what’s going on,
(as opposed to what mankind collectively is made to believe is)
doesn’t have to wait until no one is looking to shoot himself in the foot (in other words): He can take a nap without having to have an audience.
    (“And I guess you're also suggesting that he cannot wake up except
       in the same circumstance.”)
“If no one’s watching  --  I’m gettin’ the hell outta here!”
“If,” in this situation, is not an elective concept.
 

A chap in a cell a few doors from you says he finds it of certain spiritual comfort
to finally realize that fate is non denominational.
 

The benefit to the ordinary of yammering on and on about the inevitable
is in the time it saves.
    (“I expected you were going to say: In the time it fills up.”
And with routine minds you see the distinction being?…
 

One guy’s private mantra concerning ordinary men’s frequently expressed notion
of the sanctity of the body: “Jeeze!  --  have we got a lot of parts or what!”
 

The prisoners downstairs are quite content with their captivity;
those upstairs  --  decidedly not  --
just like life planned it.
 

Omission Vs Commission In The Struggle To Awaken.
You omit the thoughts that appear naturally in you,
and commit thinking that is normally unpracticed by men,
(i.e. the unnecessary and oblique).
 

From Dr. Joe Cose’s prescription pad:
“There are two types of depression:
real depression and:
lack of depression.
(Call me when you make up your mind.)”
 

The kid asked the ole timer:
“If, as everyone says: One thing follows another  --
how come we don’t get anywhere?”
One man suggested to his partner/cell mate that they should not take what goes on
in there so personally,
and his neural counterpart said that he couldn’t agree less.

Of what worth are the messages of man’s institutions to the would be escapee
if they are of doom, destiny and despair?
He born with the potential to partially flee his own temperament
can look out the window and see an approaching storm without worrying about
whether the prison’s structure will hold  --
life always holds, as do men physically  --  right up until the moment they die,
but only the nervous-system-rebel survives internally unharmed
via his discovery of what is going on in the great apparent  out there  --
and its normally unrealized connection to man’s great  --  in here.
If a man who knows is damaged by a storm (rest assured)
all his injuries will be merely physical.
    (“What the hell is: merely physical supposed to mean?!”)
 

First city voice said: “Most men just won’t take adequate time,”
and a second responded: “Most men don’t have adequate time,”
and a third (just passing through) injected:
“I surmise that most men’s notion of what is adequate is severely lacking,”  and the first two collectively kicked his out of town ass up and down both sides of the street (based on their inherent disaffection for foreign ideas).
 

Plotting Escape.
Even if you have a plan  --   you still have an insurmountable problem  --
if you heard about the plan from someone else.
     ("Some days sure have a lot of ifs.")
 

In a certain differently tuned universe the creatures on one planet refer to the inner struggle
to flee the confinement of one’s own native temperament as: That Dazzling Jazz.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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