As he sat high on a cliff, reflecting on the many mortal affairs, a man mused:
“Why is it that the most mundane, and untalented of men are the ones most concerned that life is always primed to snatch from them the abilities and insights they dream they have, but do not actually possess?!?” --  and life broke into his reveries, saying:
“Why don’t you mind your own business               ---               if you've got any.”
 

An Intellectual Probing Via A Questioning Dialogue Conducted By
Two Earthly Scientists Who Also Happen To Be Music Lovers.
“Is history  --  pre-recorded?”
    “Is DNA --  already laid into place?”
“Ah! --  but even a man with a known number of CD’s in his collection
still isn’t positive which one he will be playing at ten o’clock next Friday morning.”
 

In a certain cellular scenario, one nucleus noted:
“Here, in this wide open land, there is room for any and every thing
(except of course for freedom-of-will, or anything like that).”
Life immediately caused his neighboring counterparts to shout him down,
and back into the silence proper to such matters.
 

Part of being civilized is in a softening of man’s animal heart.
    “Is this another reason for saying that an awakened man is not fully civilized?”
Being heartless is not merely what the ordinary call it and know it to be.
 

How Mind Works Via A Conversation.
“What do you think are the odds that there is someone working for
the Treasury Department whose name is Money?”
    “Okay, first level with me: do you already know that someone does?”
“Yes.”
    “Okay......ahhh.......I’d say there’s an eighty per cent possibility.”
 
 

Graffito found scrawled on an abandoned artificial leg:
“Trying to achieve Enlightenment bearing an Enlightened Guru on your back
is like heavy metal with strings  --  george jones with backup singers.”
 

The sole remnant of a now disappeared religion is a small scrap of parchment
on which are inscribed these words regarding the afterlife:
“When you die, if your consciousness is not larger than it was when you were twenty,  you will be shot.”
The thing about man’s religions (inter alia) is that they say you need help  --
but for the rebel, do not point in a helpful direction;
they tell you to: look-over-here
when where the certain man wants to go, has no here.
Ordinary men by nature readily accept the idea that they need extraordinary help  --  rather than to make extraordinary efforts.
There is nothing wrong with any of man’s various means & methods to achieve
self completion  --  other than they don’t deliver  --  which they’re not supposed to;
humanity’s proper collective efforts to understand what is going on
consist of talking about it  --  that’s all: just talking about it.
 

One man commonly smirked at those he heard criticizing someone else’s intelligence who themselves mispronounced a word or got some fact incorrect,
until one day a thought hit him: that if those he laughed at knew some of the things he’d said, they’d laugh just as hard at him!
This realization so rattled the man that he did what any right minded person would do: he immediately stopped having such thoughts.
(The headline to this story was to have been:
“How The Mind Can Bail You Out Of Anything  --  If You’ll Let It.”
    “Pa pa: would a real-deal-man man let it?”
 “He might let it laugh about the whole thing.”)
 

Shortly after arriving at his first jazz performance, a man arose to leave,
saying to his host that he was of such an advanced age
that he didn’t have time to listen to people practice,
and in spite of all efforts, the art of that particular activity could never be
explained to him.   (Well, he acted as though it couldn’t  [though his brother says
he always has something going on other than what seems to be.])

Weather Update.
A fierce winter storm battered one man’s mind  --  but it didn’t care  --  it was inside.
(But Beware The Winds Of Discontent!)
 

One chap has concluded:
“When you’re short of breath there are two things you can do:
lay down and conserve what you have,
or vigorously move about to produce more.
“Yes,” injects his twin, “but how about when it comes to thinking?”
(Beware the disruption of the too close kin.)
 

At one time a man said to himself:
“If every day I have to reinvent my wheel  --  I don’t have the right wagon”   --
a change ultimately occurred whereby every morning he could hardly wait to
invent a whole new wheel.
(For a while, subsequent to such occurrences, he would think: “How neat!” --
then finally his feeling shifted to: “How inevitable  --
how inevitable it always feels once the thing is accomplished.")
 

Dialogue.
“There are three things you can do with ordinary people:
listen to them talk; listen to them sing, or watch them move.”
    “How about: ignore them.”
“I did not expect our tete-a-tete to take such an uncouth turn.”
 

Regarding The Allegedly Important Matter Of: Knowing Yourself .
If you are fascinated with other people  --  you have no self.
(Okay: you have no idea what yours is.)
 

With the rightly focused eyes/I's you could say that life has let the cat completely
out of the box by allowing acting to become a most seriously discussed activity.
 

A son asked a father: “When I’m feeling really snappy and privately acting flippy,
and I want to extend my regards to who or whatever might be responsible:
should I thank life, or my own cells?”
    “What sort of mini coma do you keep lapsing into that causes you to think that
      there is a difference?”
 
 

One way to distinguish members of the Rock Climbers League from those of the Chess Federation is that few things give ordinary men as much pleasure as
talking about themselves  --
while nothing could be more boring to a real deal man.
 

No one who understands what’s going on will say they can tell you specifically how to join them.
     “It ain’t fair!”
Damn straight it ain’t.                                                                                                   (Anything else?)