Common complaints are for common men  --  and which help keep them common.
“If you don’t know that you can’t fly does that allow you to do so?”
asked a rhino of the parrot on his back.
    “Had I not ever told you about flying in the first place you would not now be having
      any thoughts concerning whether you can or can’t do so yourself.”
“So what’s your point?  --   is it not your job to tell me about things I would otherwise
be ignorant of?”
    “Perhaps, but when it comes to the idea of you flying,
      don’t you think it’s gone a bit overboard?!”
“That’s easy for you to say  --  since you’ve never been a rhino,
stuck here on the ground.”
(This last comment filled the bird with great pity and sympathy for the
ground bound rhinoceros   --  no it didn’t:
the parrot with its flighty sense of the absurd just wanted that thrown in.)
“Ha!” it said under its breath, “what could be more foolish than the idea of a rhino sailing through the air;
just because I can, and I talk to him constantly should not cause him to forget the
simple fact that he and I are two different animals.”
The man who wakes up to the full reality of his species never forgets this fact;
not doing so accounts for ordinary men's state of consciousness.
 

The Proper Identification Of Prison Toxins.
If someone calls it poison  --  it’s poison to someone.
 

Only the serious talk about freedom;
only the serious are seriously captive;
(regarding this matter): nothing the certain man might say would reveal him to be anything other than non aligned.
You can’t make a break for freedom if at the same time you’re chowing down on
verbal prison guards.
Those who can  --  get away,
those who can’t  --  debate the epistemology of captivity and freedom.
While a child, the real-deal-man fulfills his need to play with toys and public concepts;
the adult rebel’s thoughts are on reality  --  not man’s collective narrative there about.
 

The Psychology Of Concern For Those In Confinement.
You’ll worry about whatever your body tells you to.
 

The ordinary want to describe what they call: the human condition,
(as they experience and perceive it);
the man struggling to turn-the-corner details to himself instead
the ordinary mind in men which presents such descriptions.
Routine city dwellers talk about the smog there;
the rebel outlier talks about that within the dwellers that makes possible
their concept of smog.
Everyone else's thoughts are taken up with dreams about going to Elysia;
the awakened man's are about man's dreaming.
 

Part of what you properly do in a cell is spill your guts and whine.
 

Animals and other singled minded creatures are not aware of their limitations,
and thus never ponder, self-improvement.
The only chunks of coal that dream of being diamonds
are those who were exposed to the jon anderson anthem;
ergo the need to keep human culture away from the ferally simple and pure.
    “Pa pa: when I grow up can I be simple and pure?”
“Ha!  --  I figured you’s gonna say feral.”
 

The Set Up In The City Ballroom.
An ordinary mind is like a dance team that shares a leg.
 

All ordinary ideas have two purposes  --  though ordinary men recognize but one.
 

Something Too Obvious To Mention.
Those who hear god are the same ones who channel for the dead.
Rule (Or At Least Strong Suggestion).
Never censure a medium  (or an X-large botanist).
 

Via their temperament-cum-personality you could say that every man
has his own theme song  -- 
funny thing is  -- 
it sings him.
 

Routine people must take themselves seriously
or else they could find no activity in the city profitable.
 

At any given moment, just because many of the passengers say the ship is sinking
is never proof that it is  --  even if it is.
 

Seasons.
Spring is not the only time the certain man blossoms.
 

For maximum efficiency city prisons employ confusion & pseudo-certainty
as guards.
 

Follow Up To A Previous Story.
If someone else thought it  --  it’s poison.
 

Ordinary ideas must defend themselves, after all  --  there’s so little to protect.
 

One man says he finds it interesting that everyone he has come to admire is dead.
 

As they say about the city: If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere,  (disregarding the fact that there’s nothing to actually make there).
 

When your own thoughts are the cell walls  --  all talk of escape is ludicrous.
 

Everyone possesses two minds  --  but only a few are ambidextrous.
The certain man’s ideas can come at you from all directions,
(assuming you have a fully operative compass.)
 

How The Top End Of The Nervous System (The Mayor Of Your City) Reacts To
The Rest Of The Nervous System Being As It Is (That Is: To You Being You).
For the Samuels of life: “It’s clammy being sammy.”
One man pondered: “Why has tourism become man’s largest enterprise?”
 

Mortal institutions are a shrouded façade whereby men can be mentally mugged without them taking it so personally.
(Sheep aren’t bothered particularly by being tied up:
it's intellectual humiliation they can’t bear.)
 

In the city the easiest way to seem like an artist is to act weird.
And one chap wondered: “Why are the majority of hospital beds filled by
men with nervous system disorders  --  who (by a certain diagnosis)
are people who never left home?”
 

Definition.
Self improvement: The attempt by a right foot to rearrange the order of toes on a left.
“I may not know where I am going, but something clearly tells me that
it should not be here.”
(Related note: “Dense” needs no adjective or synonym.)
 

In a 3-D world: only the unilateral can be certain  --
and it is not certain that they even see a 3-D world.
 

The Mind And The Ability To Recollect.
A man with a common memory remembers too much.
 

Popularity Via Removal.
Ordinary men adore the dead  --  they’re so manageable.
 

If you’re going to remain imprisoned  --  it’s best you never even suspect.

          A curious thing about attempting to escape is that until you realize you have
          nothing to lose you can't see that you have nothing to lose.
 

Just being alive is to partially disapprove of yourself;
being serious is to take the disapproval personally and be captured by it.
(An enlightened skunk has no concern for his aroma.)
 

No captivity is as bad as being shackled to yourself  --
especially when it is not even you.