Thinking about the matters of current  interest to everyone else
is the height of laziness  --  weakness  --  ineptness, and so on.
 
 

One man says he will readily describe in detail to anyone his terrible blunders
and mistakes as a way to promote the continuing power of habit.
Even if  men don’t always know exactly what they’re doing  --  their tongue does.
 
 

In the city: being a two bit whore is a sin only if you live in the ten cent district.
 
 

The inspiration for the bedazzling Hall Of Mirrors came from the set up of
the ordinary human mind.
(Don’t forget the everyday Thought Special: “Take One --  Get Another One Free!”)
 
 

Note: If city predictors actually knew what they are doing they wouldn’t be predicting.
 
 

A man with the real-deal-mind agrees with no one
while appearing to agree with everyone.
Why make lions feel bad that they can only roar?!
 
 

Tip For Actors.
Look straight in the camera and  --  LIE!
    (“Did he say camera, or mirror?”
             “Yeah! --  and was that advice for just actors or everybody?”)
 
 

Believing that you’re keeping track of your success or failure guarantees your failure, (in the sense meaningful to the certain man).
 
 

All you need is to hear a person describe one of what they say is a feature of their self to know everything about them.
 
 

One man once believed that being serious about the wrong things
is what puts you to sleep;
he now sees it as caused by being serious about anything.
(Except of course: eating and getting laid.)
 
 

What’s funny to the man-who-knows is limited to him.
 
 

An old man said to a youngster:
“Remember: god wants you to do better,” and the lad replied:
    “I will if he will.”
The elder paused  --  looked away  --  pondered  --   then thought:
“I gotta quit talking to kids.”
 
 

Another interesting feature of ChasingTheThing is that there IS no safety-in-numbers.
    (“Hell! --  out here it’s always: duck-&-run time.             Yee HA!")
 
 

When finally even the king tried giving a direct order to the palace cat,
the feline thought: “Why not?!”

The only legacy left one kid by his old man was a Velcro backed lap warmer
which when held up to the light revealed the in-woven message:
“Never Trust A Sentence That Begins With The Word: But.”

When he looked in a mirror for the very first time this one guy’s instant reaction was: “Hey!  --  I can take a hint!”
 
 

Loutfulness Via Language.
Wakefulness is “I”  --  sleep is “us”.
 
 

Even Solomon can’t equitably divide custody of stupidity.
 
 

When he would find himself  someplace where someone was declaiming
the troubles with life and man, one guy, in his head would always begin to hear
the opening line of that well known metaphysical poem:
“Would you raise up a bit Darlin'   --   I’m having trouble breathing.”
 
 

In government: all leaders lie:
same true in ordinary minds.
 
 

On the rebel’s great special shopping spree this notion controls:
“Buy only what you can’t afford!”
 
 

Herds sleep.
 
 

What is possible for the real-deal-man is unique to him.
 
 

After being diagnosed with a fatal ill a man mused:
“The second most surprising thing that has come from learning that I’m dying
is how little effect it has had on me;
the most interesting is: Why am I surprised?”
 
 

Only those who understand time can have a true present.
 
 

Everyone gets soft in their old age  --
except for two types: those born hard,
and those who won’t age.
 
 

Only those who understand the future can ignore the past.
 
 

Though not normally visible: You are told that you’re being left
at the same place you were first told you were loved.
    (“Is this the same as saying: ‘You die where you were born?’”
News from the world of Cosmic Anthropology.
On one world they hang a sign around the neck of anyone who asks a question
smarter than they are.)
 
 

Only those who understand the future  --  have one.
 
 

One man says that after years of struggle his guiding principle has become:

It could be useful to know how a locomotive is assembled.......if you’re going on
a train trip.......and if you have nothing better to do on the ride.
    (“Okay, okay!  --  let’s blow the lid off this sucker and be done with it:
       I can sense where this is headed:
       All of man’s Great Ideas are made up of  nothing but  --  WORDS! 
        Yeah, yeah!  --  I get it.”)
               Pst!  --  no he doesn’t, or he wouldn’t have mentioned it.