In recognition of his vital relationship to conditions;
a mountain climber made his tent from the wind.
Life and the Universe can get along best from the former’s perspective
via the consciousness in man.
Before man: the physical conditions of planet earth did what it liked to life, overpowering it on every hand,
but with the introduction of human thought, everything changed,
and Life could then outsmart the physical power of conditions.
In line with Life’s improved relationship to the Universe’s conditions:
a trekker fashioned a bridge to cross an otherwise impassable river,
(and were the Universe conscious: it surely would have been
sorely impressed by the act).
 
 

After hearing it said that: No man is an island,
one guy tried to have himself declared a barge.
 
 

To good, solid prisoners: the very idea of escape seems somehow.........well  --  silly.
 
 

“Ah,” sighed an old sorehead,” to have been alive during the age of the Elizabethans,"
“Ah!” deduced his friend, “so as to have experienced first hand: Shakespeare,
Marlowe, and Johnson, and the flowering of the Renaissance
as cultivated in the lusty artistic soil of the seventeenth century English spirit?!”
“No,” replied the grouch, “because by now I’d be damn well dead.”
One reason men like to imagine the past is that therein they can picture
earthly conditions minus their presence,
(like having died  --  but without all the unpleasantness).
 
 

The king of one land was so gratified to be smarter than the people that in return  --
he never mentioned the fact.
“What do you gain,” notes a farmer, “to lord it over the beasts in your charge?!” --  question: would this be neurons referring to hormones,
or hormones talking about neurons?
Stars never can tell just how awake a planet in their orb has become.
“’Cause planets don’t talk?”
The professor may have nailed it.
 
 

The Balance & Justice Of It All.
Once, just as things were winding down, this one man showed up  --  then:
at another time, just as things were showing up, he wound down.
Some days the bridge prevails  --  others, the river.
    (“Same as: one moment, neurons  --  the next, hormones, huh?!”)
 
 

Partnership On The Lamb (At Least: In The Flock).
Someone called while you were out;
  someone called while one of you were out;
     someone called while both of you were out;
       someone called while you were out.

            You’re always in your body,
              and some energy is always in your mind;
                life is in your body  --   life is everywhere.
“How about in places where I  --  my thoughts  --  do not believe life is?”
Employing the defendant’s own last statement: The prosecution rests its case.
 
 

One city’s educational approach was so progressive that during winter months
they replaced their school buses with reassuring phrases from Shelley.
Said the mayor: “It’s true that hormones are the fuel of the city,
but without neurons there would not even be a city.”
Consider the situation: Life on this planet (through human consciousness)
has created a make believe vehicle which runs on real energy  --
the same energy that makes possible such Life creations.
Initially one professor saw the Universe as nourishing Life;
then saw it as a physical challenge which Life has to overcome to survive;
he eventually went on an open ended sabbatical.
 
 

Conditions Of Prison.
Inside: gloom, doom and safety;
outside: outside, outside and more outside.
No more than does blood wish release from the veins
do neurons desire any form of freedom.
Without verbal restrictions  --   imaginary structures cannot stand,
(thus do all Institutions require a figurehead;
the rule in  city Anatomy is: “If no head  --  at least a figurehead.”)
 
 

The trick to being a contented captive is to be two:
the secret of escape is to not.
To survive in this Universe on this planet  --  Life physically diversified
into the various forms you see;
and in its ultimate achievement (human consciousness) it also created diversity
(the various cultures, religions, philosophies, etc);
this obviously serves Life’s overall aim of surviving here,
but it does nothing to aid an individual man in grasping the full picture of
what he is a part of on this globe.
A sheep has to get away from the flock to ever get a comprehensive view of
the situation.
 
 

One investigator initially was certain that Life is of one mind:
but after years of study he was left with the question:
“How to explain the diversity in its supreme manifestation (man’s consciousness) concerning matters that have no material significance?”
He concluded for the moment that his own consciousness was not yet able to
take in the additional information that would explain this.
As always with the man trying to get to the bottom of things:
it’s not a matter of what is on the menu you’re given,
but a question of what sort of digestive system you have privately developed.
The real-deal-man’s eyes/I’s can never be larger than his stomach;
in the man who knows is the perfect balance between hormones & neurons;
freedom & captivity; Life & the conditions of the Universe.
 
 

Taking center sod in the city park area reserved for itinerant speakers,
public disclaimers and other assorted sore heads,
stepped a man shaggy of hair, long of beard, tattered of clothes,
reeking of long times, covered in dirt, leaves and other sundry remnants
who spread wide his arms, and announced to the crowd:
“All I know  --  I learned from the worms,” and a chap standing by a tree muttered:
“And you felt that to be less than obvious, now did you.”
All things have their natural attraction to some other things;
nothing save death can stop these attractions;
not all attractions are physically based;
not all deaths are physically terminal.
What neurons can glean from hormones gives life to the speaker’s:
“Learning from worms.”
 
 

An old man challenged two young brothers to imagine a wondrous journey
which no one can conceive of in advance:
the first lad was primarily fueled by neurons which, when they made the attempt to
pursue the elder's idea, became frightened and said that he should stop it;
the other boy was mainly driven by hormones, which, when he made the effort to picture such a thing, experienced an unspeakable feeling of strange excitement which, though the boy momentarily enjoyed, he didn’t know what to do with.
    (“’What-to-do-with’ --  isn’t that the name one guy gave to all Institutions,
        and philosophies-of-life?”
“Yeah --  that guy they chased from the city.”
Note: the certain man knows what to do with the exhilaration brought on by his private sensation of an indescribable journey.)

While all around him, people were changing their mind,
one man abandoned his.
  Prisoners sing the blues: the real deal man hums the sound of hearses.
    For the rebel: being on a trip with only yourself is the best journey possible.
      For just a few: one mind is better than two.
        For a flock to survive: many legs are required:
         for an individual sheep to hover  --  all of his must go.
 
 

The first thing on the rebel’s agenda: You must outsmart yourself;
  second is: you must out think yourself;
    third: you must learn to think for yourself  --  and finally:
     you must get over yourself and get on with the revolutionist’s business.
 
 

The way that the narrative life furnishes to your brain works
(vis a vis mind’s actual potential) is quite similar to how reporters say that through interviews they want to hear the ideas of others, but who spend as much time as possible during same in the asking of their questions and various asides.
 
 

“Statistics don’t lie”  --  statistics in fact can’t lie,
and if you understand this  --  you ain’t fully asleep any more.
If you want another example of how ordinary mind works with thoughts,
look at state lotteries and the re-shifting of money  --  not new production thereof.
 
 

The Response: No matter who/what you are --  that’s the way you were born.
Next question?
 
 

Regardless of what you have heard:
The beginning of all wisdom is wisdom  --  period!  --  that’s it.
 
 

The Response: No matter who/what you are --  that’s the way you were born.
Next question.
    (“There’s not one after that  --  is there?”)
 
 

Regardless of what you have heard:
The beginning of you determines the maturity of you  --  unless!  --
you’re one of the few who can do something unnaturally about it.
From the city view: The beginning and end of all wisdom is
whatever you’re born predisposed to believe.
Urban Clean-Up News.
Fact: Slop begins at home.
 
 

In one city it began to get dark at day break, and started to become light at sunset;
in reaction, someone suggested they reverse the terms: “day time” and: “night time” which would set things back aright.
The people later dedicated one day a year to giving thanks for
the flexibility of language.
One man’s neurons said to his hormones:
“If you guys were that agreeable with me  --  no telling where you could go,
(you certainly wouldn’t have to live the stodgy life you do)”  --
which made them say to themselves: “True  --  we’d be destroyed.”
Fact: Garbage disposal begins at home.
 
 

One of the collateral benefits of having no interest in the matters that
interest everyone else is that no one knows you don’t;
this based on the electro-magnetic assumption that such a man would understand that the core of having no such common interests is in never mentioning the fact.
Noah only cared whether the birds returned to the Ark as long as he kept
talking about it to the rest of the crew.
(Of note is that he tried to discuss it with some of the animals on board --
but they all ignored it.
     “By: animals, are you really saying: hormones?”)