To
be ordinary, firmly civilized and fully in life’s favor
is
to find words more important than deeds; facts more meaningful than acts;
only
the man whose inner eyes/I’s
have been opened to an unnatural size accurately realizes the actual worth
of ideas vis a vis survival required actions;
(put
another way): just the real-deal-man knows not only on which side the bread
must
be buttered, but also what the bread is doing in his hand to begin with.
And
here, another distinction clearly drawn: ordinary men are only interested
in eating, while the internal outlier is damn near as drawn to the nature
of farming
and
food prep, (aka:
Thinking more than you
have to.)
The
kid said to the ole man:
“Why
do I find it funny-curious that writers and performers who want
to be
considered
humorous insist their introduction specifically describe them as:
‘that
extremely funny man.’ ”
Historical
Footwarmer: Attilas don't need an advance
man going ahead to describe
what
their impending arrival will mean;
men
(even ordinary men) know what they
have to know;
anything
else is a recess jump ball.
(“Is this connected to a man-who-knows-what's going-on paying no attention
to
anything the thoughts in his head may say about him?!”
The
truth is that everything
is connected to what such a man does & knows.
“Yes yes, I’ve got all that: I was just trying to narrow it down.”)
An
e-mail just in:
“Dear
Sir: Often in reading your Daily
News I will be grasping what a particular
item
is
about --
right up to the place where I expect it to end
-- and then:
suddenly
some unexpected, frequently incongruous question or comment
from
someone is tacked on; this throws off balance all I believed I was
getting
from the story up to then. Yours,” etc.
Note:
Even
balloons (when shot in the front) --
bleed air from the back.
In
prison life never believe that: Nothing
from nothing leaves nothing --
look
around you: the ongoing remnants are
man’s cultural world.
The
kid asked the ole man:
“Why
don’t doctors routinely do what would obviously be of great benefit
to
their patients: give them all unrestrained encouragement regardless of
their
actual
physical condition?”
“For the same reason priests do just the opposite with their clients.”
(And
the younger was glad he hadn’t asked about reindeer castraters.)
Show
Biz In The Pen.
If
you can’t really sing
you’ll
automatically try to sound like someone else when you sing.
(Same
with intellectual performing).
If
after hearing your suggestions people commonly say: “That’s good advice,”
you’re
wasting your time giving your advice.
(“Hey! -- that’s one I almost get!”)
The
most popular pastime among prisoners is
dreaming
that you can cheat your destiny;
in
second place is fearing that you can’t.
One
man of bistorical hent says he stays in constant fear that his natural
mind
is
going to drag him back into his own Dark
Ages.
While
everyone acknowledges that the origins of most proverbial wisdom
are
lost in obscurity one man says he is positive his mind is the source of
one
well known gnome: “You gotta dance with the one that brung you.”
(Figures.)
The
speaker concluded his remarks regarding the history of man’s spiritual
teachings by saying: “Anyone trying to live today by words spoken two thousand
years ago
has
squandered their life,” and someone asked:
“What
about two days ago?” --
“Same thing,” he replied.
Life
has allowed human confinees to conjure up the idea of religion and other
matters metaphysical to distract them from simply walking out through
their cell door.
(“But truthfully: not many people would do that anyway, now would they?!”
Perhaps
not, but life does not like to take chances, now does it.)
The
Anatomy Of Man’s Normal Structure.
If
you’re shot in the front --
you bleed in the back.
The
Anatomy Of Man’s Normal Warfare.
Only
the dense and overly civilized will happily participate in needless combat.
(One
of them physically, the other, you know how.)
The
Anatomy Of Normal Men’s Predicament.
Organized,
institutionally sanctioned escape plans help keep the ordinary imprisoned.
As
long as men can dream
-- what the hell do they care!
(Okay):
As long as men can dream --
and not be aware that they are
--
what
the hell do they care
-- about anything!
Everyone’s
native thoughts have their consciousness on a short lease.
(“Here
doggie, doggie!” is not necessary.)
Proverb
Update For The Provincial.
The
fleas you have with you always.
J
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