Two Things Not To Do.
Give a blues guitarist a wah wah pedal, or a nitwit the idea of waking-up.

For independence  --  a mind must be lean.
(Tip: Mental fat is the ideas of others.)

Time And The Big House.
The past is important to the general prison population;
indeed, it composes a substantial part of the walls.

Captives always hear the past talking to them.
   “What does the real-deal-man hear in his head?”
He won’t say.
    “What if it’s nothing?!”
One guy said he should be so lucky   --   (though who knows what he really meant?!)

All dreams of freedom are unwitting descriptions of confinement;
all freedoms vocally asserted are themselves forms of captivity.
(Escapees don’t identify themselves.)

In prison, captives take the noises in their cells to be their selves.

At a museum opening, a kid grabbed the trouser leg of an intellectual and said:
“If knowledge is actually something you possess,
then how come all those fancy-ancy kings with their rootie-tootie tombs
didn’t have theirs buried with them along with their diamonds and gold?”
(It was subsequently necessary for the pundit to have his pants cleaned and pressed.)

Once an ordinary mind has said: “There is no way out”  --  confinement is complete.
      “O bury me not,
        on the lone pre me."

No matter their apparent age: ideas taken from others are always spoiled.
        Being bound to a rotten mind,
        is bound to a rotten time.

Definitions.
Captivity: A destination.
Seriousness: The journey there.

Traffic Flow.
Only in the city are there permanent one way streets  --
same as how cells doors swing in but one direction  --
yet few ever realize that when the door is open, the way in is also the way out.
    “Why is it that thoughts won’t reveal themselves to man for what they are!”
Can you describe how they might go about this?
    “Uhhh................I’ll have to get back to you on this.”

Model prisoners watch other prisoners  --
potential bust-outs watch the watching.
Man can design no technical equipment capable of examining itself  --
which is precisely what the nervous system rebel requires
to ever free himself from man’s inner captivity.
    “So is it ignorance, or an inability to see that is responsible for
      man’s constricted state of consciousness?”
At night in bed when you’re dreaming  --  your brain is imagining that it’s seeing.
    “And your point is?      --        oh.”

With two minds it is possible for a man to see himself in a mirror:
with more  --  you wouldn’t believe what’s to be seen!
   “By the way warden: I’ve always wondered:
     Why are the mirrors in prisons always unbreakable?  --
     is there something the authorities want to be sure every man continues to see.”
“Good question son  --  nice observation, but a more fulfilling approach would be
to include the modifier: seemingly: Is there something seemingly about man
which life does not want him to be able to ignore?”
    “Yeah!........I get you warden:
      Being fooled is a large part of being a good prisoner, huh?!”
"Huh?! --  indeed, my lad.”

One man says he now wonders if any enlightenment is all enlightenment
since he was recently and suddenly epiphanized with the realization that the entire
Science Of Economics is made up!
(It’s rumored that his two brothers have temporarily abandoned building race cars for attempting to weld this notion to Psychology, Theology, and French Romanticism.)
    (“Hey  --  I was going around in circles long before I met you,” noted Icarus.)
At a recent city convention one speaker was ignored off the stage after asking if any
of the attendees were considering the question of why  --  of all the major organs  --  only the brain is spherical.

Adopting a recognized: philosophy-of-life is (neurally speaking)
the attempt by a poverty stricken prisoner to protect himself.

Life As Liable To Be Led In The Land Of Medical Metaphor.
To cover the aroma of asthma one man sprays himself with cologne de diabetes.
    “And this you’re inferring, has anything at all to do with achieving Enlightenment?!
      Come on! -- gimmie a break!     (or at least, small fracture.)”
Visitor’s Tip: Being a prisoner tends to make many testy.

It’s rumored there’s a guy who says he doesn’t hold his captors
personally responsible  --  which of course clearly indicates that he is the only person in the entire universe who doesn’t realize who his real captor is.     Jeeze!
O! -- sorry  --  that was you, wasn’t it.         Sorry.

Man’s institutions, in their making all plans of possible escape sound
impossibly complex helps keep men mostly disinterested therein.
    (“To tell you the truth: it’s easier to just stay here polishing Lancelot's armor,
        and Allah's apple than it is to try to leave.”)
Inner prisons need no other walls than man’s habits.

Since no one normally leaves, the city never has the opportunity to say:
"Don't let the door hit you in the ass."

Taking any of ordinary men's ideas personally is the height of several things:
seriousness,
stupidity,
and captivity.

In city intellectual circles the question is always: “What causes that?”
while outside of town in rebel camp the endless inquiry is: “What asked that?”

And finally an e-mail arrived from a man who says he reads these daily writings regularly, but that if someone doesn’t explain to him what it’s really about
he is going to: shave his head; hold his breath; become an Existentialist,