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Outside Sights Brought To Those Presently Incarcerated
 JULY 8, 2004                                                                         © 2004: JAN COX
 

Those Who Take These Writings Literally
Are The Same Ones Who Refuse To Do So, Life Itself
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In the city, the work you do is either constructing or bulldozing:
you either build, or you tear down  –  which can clear away an over used structure
to make room for a new version thereof.

  Civilized men (that is: those whose lives center around matters mental)
  are fascinated by people who live unrepentant lives of crime which,
  unrealized by them, represent to them: lives free of thinking.
  (It further sings to them the subtle message: No thoughts  –   no regrets,
  the latter being a possibility that seems somehow incompatible with being
  adequately civilized.)

    In prison: accusations always bring forth explanations and defenses  –
    always in the congenitally confined part of the mind;
    the more firmly be a man settled in his cell,
    the more automatically will he respond to verbal attacks on his intangible person;
    an escapee doesn’t care about such things;
    what interest do you think a free range cow has in the price of cattle futures?
 
 

Someone wrote:
“Dear Dr. Exacto:
Are forty people, each 2.5% awake,
gathered together the same as one fully enlightened person?”
Note: Figures may not lie –  but look who handles them.
    “What does that mean?”
By “mean” do you mean: what does it mean?
Conclusion: By “conclusion” do you mean: self-contained comprehensive  –
as in: 2.5 x 40?
As Regards These Types Of Verbal Interplay
Although everyone talks to their self, the more awake (when they do so)
either love it or hate it to an intensity unknown to ordinary people.
 
 

One guy says:
“What is most enjoyable about trying to free myself from my personally born configuration of consciousness is that it is like a tree trying to climb itself  –  wait!  –
I meant to say what is most troublesome.......didn’t I?.....come on!  –  somebody help me out here!”  (But all the little leaves and vines were mute.)
 
 

On another world,
in a far away galaxy,
above the second urinal in an exotic bar was posted this list of:
   “Speed Bumps On The Road To Enlightenment:
     1. Taking publicly discussed concerns to be your concerns.
     2. Believing it is your duty to correct others.
     3. Accepting as your privilege to be righteously outraged.
     4. Listening to what your consciousness automatically says
         as though it is you you are hearing.
                     Please flush when finished.”

Only people freed from the normal hold genes have on consciousness
need wear no jockey shorts or panty liners.
(They don’t mentally drip on themselves after relieving themselves.)
 
 

More About Culture Structures.

To be, in city affairs, completely constructive or totally destructive
requires machinery with no trace of individual consciousness.
Neither an eagle laying, nor a vulture circling can have second thoughts.
    (“Where does that place a man trying to awaken?”
In the land of No Looking Back.)
 
 

In that it was a leap year and there is only a letter’s difference between the two words, local conditions in one place arranged for the people in its charge to be allowed
(at no additional expense to them) to alternate whenever they liked between
being better and being bitter.
 
 

There was a man who was physically fine, but for years, pretended to be dying;
then there was another guy who for many years was slowly dying from
an untreatable ill, but who never mentioned it  --  which is of no particular interest
unless you replace the words: fine, and dying with: awake and asleep.
(The sole termination dread of the certain man is that he might delicate-to-death.)
 
 

One man has given his congenital thoughts the nickname: Debris In The Road.
 
 

The Test.
If you can slow down  –  you weren’t going fast enough to count for anything anyway.



A man went to a Metaphysical Swap Meet and offered to trade everything he had
for freedom from his natural mental chatter.



The Test Revisited.

If you can slow down  –   you were probably close to being in a daze anyway.
The Activity Of A Civilized Mind.
Saying more and more about a life of doing less and less.
   (“Pa pa: is this connected to your statement that the mass of thought
      is unrelated to understanding what is being thought about?”)
Legend says there was once a group of men who, in pursuit of some extraordinary aim, worshiped the multiplication table.
 
 

The Test Touched On For A Final Time.
You can always slow down.

                                                          “But who wants to!”
                                                     Well, that’s another story.
 
 

J
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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