Every day is a holiday when it is  dedicated to the certain man’s Special Plan.
To be alive is to be predisposed  --  to know this is so is to be on-your-way.
 

Everyone has selected as their king someone they do not know.
(‘Course they really just accepted him as a fait accompli,
but men do so like to pretend it was them who put him on the throne.)
 

The ole man told the kid: “If you don’t grasp that city life is all a matter of commerce,
dig on why the following statement is valid:
‘If you turn something you really enjoy into a business, you will ruin it for yourself'. ”
(The nipper didn’t wanna think how this might somehow apply to his head life.)
 

The clumsy never realize that just being alive is a kind of unheralded spatial activity.
Surviving is a balancing act; a hundred yard broken field run;
a single handed triple play (and not only physically, by the way).
 

Looking For The Primacy (In All The Bum Places.)
From a plenary perspective: in man’s intangible reality all  matters are collateral.
    (“My spiritual and mental stuff will stack up against yours any day.”
“So will everyone else’s  --  including any more I may adopt.”)
The way man’s cultural realm survives (since it has no substance)
is by constantly changing (which men take to be growth and progress).
    “You know: if anybody other than humans tried to pull such a stunt --
      they’d be laughed out of town.”
“Yeah, and it’s a good thing their thoughts don’t attempt to do it too!”
      “I trust you were being sarcastic.”
 

Definition.
Advice: Cheap substitute for thinking.
 

Prisons love a cheerful giver  --  and  receiver.
A happy captive is a  _____ captive (no modifier).
 

In many lands the only form of treason is praise for the ruler that is too subtle,
or oblique.
(Amidst the tangled web of neurons a voice can always be discerned:
“I didn’t get to be king for nothing!”
Another of life’s interesting features: Nothing is what it is for nothing.)
 

One man in his burgeoning attempt to become seen as his neighborhood's philosopher-in-residence thinks his best effort thus far is the idea that:
“Only those with nothing to live for  --  have a reason to live.”
(While he privately admits he is not sure exactly what this means,
he says he is also not certain that is important in his line of work.)
 

Though life can think through anybody,
the certain man takes his outlet to be one of singular significance  --  to him.
 
 

News Concerning The Here-&-There Aspect Of News.
A thing is only true in the locale where it is true.
 

In Re Neural Locomotion.
A mind with its own legs is a wondrous thing to behold.
    (Leastwise to its possessor it is.)
 

Only a man who has actually gone too far has  --  gone too far:
    thinking about it won’t do it.
 

To ordinary minds: original thought borders on gibberish.
    Only thinking that has gone too far is real thinking.
 

True talent does not necessarily operate sequentially.
If it comes where you expected it  --  it ain’t real art.
(And clearly unrelated: all that one man will say is that:
he is not going to mention it again.)
 

The Ultimate, Though Unspeakable Prison Story.
Those who escape  --  go nowhere.
 

It is reported that on one backward planet they have replaced the words: anger, criticism, stupidity (and all their synonyms) with the term: the supernatural.
    (“Why is it referred to as backward for gods sake?!”)
 

Those who escape go no where: those who stay  --  go blind.
 

So advertises one man:
“My tapes and books are of great benefit to those who've had a mini stroke or want to.”
 

One city (in apparent response to recent stories reported thereabout)
has hung up a large banner above its major entry point which says:
“If You Don’t Like What You Find Here, There Is A Simple Solution:
Don’t Pay Such Close Attention!”
(Is that being considerate and helpful or what!
[And to think that some still accuse urban areas of being heartless!])
 
 

                                   Another feature of life on the outside is that
                                   everything can be noticed equally without any downside;
                                   there are no phooey-filled martinets to be propped up & placated.
                                                           “In your head, you mean?”
                                                                 Precisely.