The philosophy of one unknown ancient people went thus:
"It is as pleasurable to be hungry as fed; tired as rested; agitated as at peace,
and this is either true to the mind  --  and the body knows it not,
or else the other way around and we recognize it not."
"Dear Pa Pa," said the tyke tugging at the elder's cuff, "that does not to me,
sound like the sort of philosophy or people one would want to screw around with."
 

After seeing certain statistics connecting longevity to locale,
one man concluded that if he moved to another area he would live longer --
so he did  --  without ever getting out of his chair.
(Not your run-of-the-mill man, wouldn’t you say?!)
 

One man insists on vigorous haircuts to compensate for
the laid-back, inner massages his head commonly receives.
    (“Over there Dr. Trollop: is that Hortense?”)
 

Civilization as played out in some places
is like the transplanting of Wilson Pickett's head to the body of Pachelbel.
 

There is a certain pretentious seriousness in men's intangible, cultural affairs
that when introduced into the loose adventure of being alive
becomes like permanent creases in a folded map, distorting  --  even obliterating
some of the destinations extant thereon.
 

A real-deal-man is never devastated.....(well, maybe after he’s dead.....
.....but then who’s to know?!)
 

If it weren’t for adjectives the minds of prisoners wouldn’t feel they know anything.
 

Something to ponder: The more one lives in the prison part of the mind,
the more important becomes the idea of fame: of being well known,
and apparently liked by people who do not know you personally (or conversely): enjoying affording a stranger fame by your public liking of him.
Think on how this applies to what goes on in your own mental processes
(since that is where everything in these daily writings and everywhere else is of use).
 

A memo circulating among some mutineers notes:
“Merely being aware of what is called the pros & cons of the positions men take in discussions of  human affairs is not  --  thinking about things more than you have.
 

News Regarding Personal Finances.
One benefit of not buying anyone’s story is that you do not then have to contend with even those so called: easy-monthly-payments.
 

Conversation In Some Imaginary Realm
“The two saddest things in the world: Men believing they can be other than they are.”
    “And the second?”
“Them not trying to be.”
     “How weird is that?”
“It’s not number one.”
 

One man says: “The advantage of being a prisoner condemned to death,
with no appeal possible is that he accepts for certain he will die,
whereas a man diagnosed with a fatal illness still has some hope, in that:
he might get better; the diagnosis could be wrong, or a cure may be found."
Having no alternative is the way of the real-deal-man.
    “Yes, but isn’t it also in always having alternatives?!”
Certainly.
 

You can tell you're in a scripted life the same way you know you're in a kung fu movie: there’s a lot of grunting.
(A little something by the way, which all  areas of the nervous system can enjoy.)
 

People with no understanding of what is going on often enjoy telling others derisively that they: know-too-much.
    “Pa pa: is that possible?”
“If you are dumb enough to believe it.”
 

“Okay,” said one guy to his brother, “this gets tricky so follow closely:
first: everything seems like a metaphor for something else;
then everything is what it is;
finally everything becomes a metaphor for metaphors.              Got it?”
 

Two Generally Unknown (Though Potentially Significant) Groups.
The Aluminati: They secretly install shiny siding on your house.
The Eleminati: If you manage to become a member  --  they cut you out.
 

On another world: one man's guiding principle is:
"I have no interest in men's: guiding principles."
All that directs the movements of the nervous-system-knight is his own
unusually liberated nervous system.
 

Two sets of local conditions were sitting around talking one day and one of them said:
"You know something fascinating: the distinction between my native reality
in one place, and the natives' artistic sense (for instance):
the creatures on one of my worlds, in their producing of a popular television drama, brought on a well known and well liked actor for a one shot appearance
as a quite despicable character, then shortly afterwards their lead actor died,
and the consensus was that the ideal replacement would be the actor who'd played
the unsavory character in the episode I just mentioned,
so they were faced with a real dilemma: how to bring on an actor to play a heroic role who was already identified with a negative persona:
how in the world to make viewers ignore what had happened before,
and  accept what should be an unacceptable situation?  --  what to do?
But turned out to be no problem at all for my little ones:
with the aid of artistic license and the assistance of the audience's limited scope of awareness and memory, they  --  with no introduction, explanation or excuse  --
simply brought on the actor I mentioned, now in the lead role, and -- Voila!  --
instant rehabilitation!    Amazing I tell you: absolutely amazing,"
but the other set of local conditions shook its head:
"No, no --  forget about your creatures with artistic sensibilities and dramatic license;
I have some beings on one of my planets who do the same thing in real life."
and the first set said: "Aw come on  --  you don't expect me to believe that!"