“Ah
crap!” complained the kid, “all the great thoughts have already been thought,”
and
the ole man counseled:
“Wait – how about the one you just expressed,”
“Naw,”
replied the nipper, “I read it in a book,” and the elder asked:
“Is it well known and the author still alive?”
“No,
it’s quite obscure and a thousand years old,”
“Well,” went on the paternal one, “take it for your own –
no one will ever know better but you and me,”
and
the kid was so momentarily uplifted in spirit that he fell to the ground
and
clutched the ole man’s ankles exclaiming:
“Pa
pa, I am going to start calling myself: Prince
Doo Doo The First,
and
giving you all the credit for my meteoric and meritorious rise to such
intellectual
heights.”
Thus
do things go in the peaceful Land
Of Sardonica
(and in prisons).
Judicial
Update.
Everyone
is falsely accused.
One
man’s: Thought For The Day.
“If
you can think about something once,
you
could think about it twice;
if
you can think about it twice,
you
could think about it one more time,
and
if you can think about it all of these times
it
means you could’ve, should’ve thought about it better the first time.”
If
you can tell what an awakened man is thinking there are two possibilities:
he
is not awake --
or he is not thinking.
The
key word to passing a normal prison life is: permanently.
(Keep
repeating it to yourself over and over: permanently, permanently, permanently,
and it will help you remain so.
[“I’m not sure I get it – and I’m not sure I WANT to
get it.”])
Metaphysical
Update.
(In
spite of what has been reported here before): The
awakened man IS
actually
on a mission:
to
escape life’s routine notice.
Another
Story About DoingTheThing.
The
novice said: “Wow! – what a thrill it is doing stunts like these
without a net!”
and
the experienced performer countered:
“The
real pulse stopper is doing them without a trapeze.”
The
escape-minded stuck in the midst of ordinary prisoners
is
like an interplanetary rocket that finds itself tied down at a small rural
airstrip.
(“But Pa Pa: can't you be tied down, all alone
-- inside yourself?!”)
One
man who often dreamed he was a worm,
kept
thinking he heard a bird knocking at his door.
Cheap
ice always melts.
One
man who often dreamed he was a worm,
kept
hearing an eagle knocking at his door – wanting to take
him for a flight.
Concerning
Scenes Stored In Consciousness.
Visuals
come and go --
but audio is forever.
One
man who often dreamed he was a worm,
kept
hearing an eagle knocking at his door – wanting to take
him for a flight –
Within
certain structures,
only
intellectually superior creatures can be purposefully stupid,
(and
of course those who are naturally so --
which kinda leaves some of you out --
and
lets some of you in, huh?!)
Concerning
The Great War.
All
barracks eventually burn – but no beliefs ever die.
(Complete
Headline: Concerning the Great
War – In Man’s Head.)
Every
time this one prisoner's brain would experience another really dumb thought
he’d say to himself (in his best over-the-top radio,
disc jockey voice): “And the hits keep a’comin’!”
One
certainly not off-the-rack ruler was presented with a collective complaint
from
the people regarding the constant sloppiness of those whose job it is
to
remove their garbage;
after
reading it the king gazed off into the regal distance and mused:
“Do
they really expect the fastidious to apply for such a position?”
(Have
you noticed there is never a shortage of stories highlighting
the
widespread justice of things.)
One
chump (that surely should be: chap)
says
he lives by one simple blotto (that must be: motto)
which
is: Always align yourself with the
up trodden.
In
some circles there is little difference between hasty conclusions and torn
trousers.
(“Clearly not a fashion conscious spot!”)
In
a certain contest in one galaxy:
the
only competitors who can possibly win are those who do not enter.
A
chap in city park says he is now so intellectually impoverished
that
he is down to living on "borrowed
memories."
History
And Consciousness.
There
are some who do not believe that men as far back for instance
as
Homer’s
time, thought as he reported they did,
while
there are others who do not believe they thought.
(History
OF
Consciousness?!?)
Another
chap advises: “Go west young man – go west!
(Especially
if you know what you’re doing --
and want to end up in the east.”
[“Damn’f that ain’t always the
trip-you-up phrase: ‘IF you know
what you’re doin.’ ”)
Under
prison lighting conditions:
anything
that can appear to be progressive can also be seen as retro:
therein
lurks the normally unnoted omnipresent difference between how
things
work, and how the working of things makes men imagine they should
work.
Under prison lights: something seen to go left can also seem to go right.
(“You know what --
that earlier guy nailed it:
in a finite area: the hits do
keep a’comin’ – where else are they gonna go?! --
where do they have
to go?!")
Regarding
Coping Skills.
One
man holds this view: “If you know what life’s actually about –
you don’t have
to cope.”
The
hombre bellied up to the bar and lamented:
“Eee
doggies! I shoulda realized
where things were a’headed
when
I discovered that all my heroes had heroes.
Eee doggie damn!"
On
a far away world a vanished race left only one clue:
this
short sentence scratched on the wall of a dark cave next to a stock of
ballistic
launchers and threateners:
“Our
humor surpassed our fear and hesitation – now we’re gone! --
now
we’re outta here!”
“Curious how commonly do people
not here seem the most interesting.”
After pondering what he had said, he added:
“Hell! – I bet I’d be
more interesting than I am now if I weren’t here."
(You think that a safe wager?)
One’s
personal demeanor doesn’t count for much --
in the actual land of Meanor.
J
This
email just in:
“Why
do you write so much about death; what kind of subject is that for the
living!?”
How distressing for a man to have but one meaning for a given word.
JAN'SDAILYFRESHREALNEWS