A man who visited a fortune teller was told: “In the future you will be dumb,”
and he asked: “More so than now?” and she replied:
“I don’t deal with now  --  all I can tell you about is the future.”
This whole episode got the man to thus thinking:
“How can you tell if you are dumber now than you were in the past?” --
which led him to suspect a built in mechanism in man which prohibits this,
and rather makes him feel that he is mentally always progressing,
if only from experience.
Shouted a rebel into a teasing canyon:
"Experience?  --  that’s the best teacher you’ve got?!          HAH!”
The requirements for the certain man to ever realize his goal are unbelievable, (irrational in fact): to somehow instruct himself in a matter of which he is unlearned.
Like a bird born into a regular avian world who has a desire to fly in a manner
he has never seen, nor any around him confess cognizance of,
and truth be told, of which he has a most unclear picture  --
and yet a few such birds do satisfy the urge  --
by merely doing something that must be impossible.
Collateral Conversation.
“In the past I could not fly like I wanted.”
    “And now?”
“And now what?”
Or: Morphed Metaphor.
He began with the urgent desire to possess the five cent Black On Magenta stamp;
in his ultimate achievement he lost interest  in Philately.
    (“Not only as is so often the case, do I feel I don’t get this  --
I further sense that in this instance  --   I don’t want to!                           Am I wrong in this?”)
 
 
 

Two Guys Play Question & Answer.
"Q. At a certain stage in his career, what is the greatest suffering possible for a rebel?
A. Suspecting that others, no smarter than him, may already be awake."
    “Okay then I have a question for you:
      Why should that bother a man if he himself has the real potential to awaken?”
"All right, let's go further: in the special intangible life lived by humans,
what purpose is served by the presence of  the question: 'Why should…?'  --
which though seemingly reasonable  --  could not be more ludicrous (e.g.):
'Why should Lancelot be able to ride off and have all the fun,
and I have to stay here and clean the stables?'
'Why should people dumber than me be rich and famous?'
'Why should I be made to feel so misused and ignored?' --  and finally:
would you care for a riposte that has the potential to actually be useful? --
ask such questions of a fern  --  then listen very carefully."
 
 
 

Since in the city it is the responsibility of scientists, prophets, inventors and critics
to solve man’s intangible problems, it is also up to them to provide the problems,
(since they don’t grow on trees or sprout from the ground.)
So would say the dream area of man’s mind if it would tell the truth:
“Do I have to do everything around here!”
(Knowing full well that in the Land Of Ooze  --  it does.)
 
 
 

Medical News.
The stupid are always under stress.
(Also the pseudo smart.)
Q. What is more tiring than keeping up a façade?
A. Pretending you're not aware that you are.
 
 
 

Says one guy: “Being subject to the thoughts natural to my head
often makes me feel like I'm wearing a lead wig."
 
 
 

Only those who do not completely die require a tribute.
 
 
 

If you don’t find it entertaining   --  you won’t find it informative.
 
 
 

The gutaterian thing about being in an eyes-open-dream
is that there’s no way to determine that you are.
    (“I was afraid you were going to say: ascertain that you are,
       and I hate to be ascertained.”
[And the entire city sighed: “Tell me about it Dumpling.”])
 
 
 

Mid afternoon on a grassy hillock overlooking City Stadium sat a group of men,
and one suddenly stood and declared:
“I am no more than a mere lodger in my own body,”
and as soon as he sat back down another chap arose and announced:
“And I am but a guest within my own mind,”
and when he had returned to the ground a third fellow stood and said:
“And I (I fear) am but another hapless figure in these on going allegories
whose purpose and message continue to elude me.”
He then paused  --   pondered for an instance, then added:
“But am I reading one  --  or actually living in one?!”
 
 
 

A father noted to his offspring:
“One benefit of having your own self produced son is that when listening to you,
he never mistakes a waiter bringing him a steak for the sound of a wounded steer.”
Allowing your mind to automatically assume that a presented symbolism is applicable to the presenter is the first step to that atrocious waste of life:
hero construction and subsequent dumb doting.