Conversation.
“The king’s troops are told: ‘The action of a single soldier can make a difference,’
but not included is: ‘if it is to save the king!’ ”
    “Even though such does not appear in anatomy texts,
      are you saying that the brain has a commander synapse?”
“Does every cell have a nucleus? “
     “But is the nucleus the brains of every cell?”
“Hey!  --  who’s asking the questions here!”
And note: here is another example of the king protecting himself
no matter the expense to human thought  --  and if you don’t get it  --
rest assured that you’re one of his faithful lackeys.
 

Showing a soupcon of sympathy, the god of one locale allowed the creatures
in his charge to come up with the concept of being: too hip for the room
so that if your mental act bombs you will have an explanation to console you.
 
 

Once you have a name for something  --  you’ve got it whipped; you've got it nailed;
you’ve got it bagged; you’ve got it down  --   now you can stop thinking about it.   (Grandpaw Adam would be proud of you.)
 

A rebel father said to a son:
“The kind of man you want to know is one who won’t tell you anything
  about himself.”
     “But then how could  you   --   Oh!  --  got cha.”
 

A Brief By Play.
“Only in the world of advertising can you save money by buying a particular item.”
    “You’re forgetting man’s cultural reality.”
“Damn!”
 

In a land far enough from here as to be little discussed,
the people have developed a unique custom:
once a year they roll all of their problems into a compact ball,
and make the king swallow it.
(A local chap after hearing of this started making his king do the same
at the beginning of every day.)
 

Though the quantum mechanics realm gets the credit,
man’s mind was the inspiration for the concept of:
The act of examination causing alteration in the examined.
 

As the lad was coiled and ready to spring to his first day at city college,
his father offered this inaugural keepsake:
“Where you’re going my boy, always remember: ALL food is warmed-overs.”
While there are no new natural elements in the periodic table,
flee thee from there and all restraints are off.
Life permitted men the idea of plagiarism, and its disdainful utterance
as a distracting sop to their standard mental situation.
One man’s motto is: “If you can’t be original  --  be quiet.”
(He is known by the moniker  --  truth is he is not known nor noticed by anybody:
can you calculate why?)
At any particular site there is only so much pottery and bones for an anthropologist
to find, but no limitation on the pictures he can imagine of the lives they represent.
 

There is a form of thinking that cannot be done employing anyone else’s ideas,
but it is too liberating and bizarre to be of interest.
 

Taking a landlord's perspective: one man refers to achieving enlightenment as:
breaking his temperament's lease.
 

Suicides with notes left explaining the reasons therefor are committed by people
who merely want to be sure that someone will finally pay attention to what
they have to say about their self.
 

The Rebel’s Law Of The Battlefield.
Those who urge their ideas  --  will eventually fall on them.
 

Mulled one man:
“When you’re too lazy or uninterested to get on your own case  --
you may be getting onto something actually worthwhile.”
 

Fears of war persist  --  even in times of peace.            (Can you spell: Weird as hell!)
 

Fashion On The Run (If Not The Long One).
One man was so determined not to soil his new suit that he didn't have one.
 

The Strangeness Of Some Education.
What an independent thinker knows comes from independent sources.
 

The Second Law Of Combat.
Surrender once   --  and you will surrender twice;
surrender twice   --  and you can forget about it!
 

One boy confides that at odd times he has heard his father softly singing to himself: “Oh, some times I feel like a sonless father…”
 

Everyone gets a pleasurable tingle from hearing that the king is ill --
(as long as it isn’t their king!)
 

(By the way: connected to that supra Second Law:
When you know how you can:  Lay down your weapons and surrender  --  yet WIN!)
 

In a differently dimensioned reality: they refer to the nervous system rebellion reported on here as: The Wondrous Fib.
    But have no fear old dear: all wars are won by some one.
 

The war room of the real rebel is never in panic mode.