Man is guided by two forces: physical instinct and the narrative;
the first tends directly to his survival; the second to his sense of what his life means.
Physical instinct operates constantly though silently
while the narrative also runs relentlessly but vocally:
you hear it in your head twenty four hours a day;
physical instinct tells your body what to do, while the narrative tells you how you
feel about what happens in your life;
as everyone knows: your instincts come from your genes,
but what no one admits is that so does your narrative;
ordinary people (if they were caused to think about it for a moment)
would say that they learned their narrative via direct instruction from their parents, priest, teachers, etc. and indirectly from their culture:
the overall human profession is that a man’s choice of religion, morality,
political affinity, and indeed his own so called, personality
are the results of psychological, intellectual, and spiritual, post natal forces,
and evidence to support this, the standard mind can find wherever it turns;
but the technical truth (of interest but to a few) is: This is not so.
Each person’s instinctive reactions to the ever changing physical conditions of life
are unique, as is their narrative, but both are based-on/tied-to their genetic temperament, which is like a magnetic force that draws them to certain conditions;
everyone’s instincts will make them resist a physical assault, but their narrative determines whether this might happen to them while they are at the opera,
or Bruno’s Black & Blue Lounge.

The narrative natural to every human’s head is what tells a person what he makes of what is going on around him in life;
tells him whether he likes and approves of it or not;
tells whether it makes him emotionally and mentally feel good or otherwise.
If you ask an ordinary person what they believe is the purpose of life they will not answer from physical instinct and say: “To eat, fuck and have all the fun you can”
(sex, drugs & rock ‘n roll) --  which is their feeling,
but rather the narrative will respond and speak of such things as:
"To be a good parent, a good citizen, a good Catholic, etc."
Ordinary men have no choice in this matter:
every civilized person on this planet will so describe the purpose of man’s existence.

The one undeniable purpose of life is to live  --
which comes from eating (and for the species: fucking):
a life of the flesh  --  same as with all animals,
but man is not allowed to think or say this;
his physical instincts cannot speak --  and a good thing it is,
or they would say the forbidden.
Ordinary people are programmed to accept the narrative that naturally appears
in the conscious area of their brain as being their opinion of what life is about;
this is the bedrock of a civilized man’s life and sense of himself.

One man’s reminder to himself:
“No matter whether you think of yourself as a part of the problem,
or part of the solution, remember this: you’re the idiot thinking this.”
 
 

A man pleased to be a member of any group is a cow with the brand:

A man walked past a kid in the park reading a well known metaphysical tome
and said to him: “Reading that won’t wake you up,” and the boy replied:
“Neither will reading anything else,”
(a comment that caused the man to wake up.)
 
 

The cows that matter to the certain man do not reside in pastures.
 
 

A father said to a son: “Everyone in our family line has a blister inside of them:
the big question is: Do you want to burst yours?”
 
 

Just as those who talk about comedy are never funny,
neither too can a man who talks about mechanics, repair your car.
    “But the latter is not true?!?”
And do you realize why?
  Metaphors regarding the material world don’t work: do you see why?
    Note: businessmen don’t chase those with talent: it’s the other way around.
      There are metaphors for children and for adults.
      (Okay: children get some metaphors, adults others.)
 
 

What Every Ten Year Old Should Realize But Apparently Doesn’t.
If you tell others what bugs you it re enforces its buginess.
And suddenly all forty year olds say: “We know that!”
(Isn’t it interesting how much men say they have learned when they’re older  --
and ashamed of not having done so.
“Hey! --  in the city: saying something’s so is as good as it being so.
[Why else do you think we put up with living there?!”])
Programmer’s Note.
If your show’s weak  --  get a strong theme song.
Military Update.
The urban warrior’s armor is words.
(Ah! --  the heroic defense of Rapunzel’s castle.)
 
 

The real danger of proof reading is that you may find something wrong.
 
 

From Tiny Acorns Do Mighty Oaks Actually Come?
Proclaims one man:
“May my mind be like an ever stirring, expanding forest!
Always active  --  forever growing!
I pray that this be so, and yet........if I keep hanging around where I am now:

If you don’t want to go anywhere imaginary,
you don’t care where others imagine they’re going.
 
 

Every night before retiring, and every morning upon arising,
one man removes the word: permanent  from his bedside dictionary.