In noting the inclination both in himself and others to moderation and melancholy
with the advancement of age, one chap says he believes he could still be having fun
if only he hadn’t already worn out his liver.
(He says at one time he thought this about his mind, but has decided that
laying it off on the liver is more expedient and socially acceptable.)
“People just don’t care much to hear the mind talked about in ways like that.”
And his brother chimed in: “Maybe mama was right:
that having fun alone in your room will  make you go blind,”
a sentiment funny to the few in that they find just the opposite to be so:
that not  seeking neural pleasure independently of the herd causes their eyes
to glaze over and them to sleepwalk, near blind and deaf through life.
 
 

Don’t engage in serious conversations with other people
if you don’t want to ever appear stupid,
and don’t do so with your own thoughts if you don’t want to sleep.
 
 

After twenty years of delivering daily lectures about achieving enlightenment,
and conducting question and answer sessions afterwards,
a man was discovered to be a deaf mute.
 
 

The man-who-knows may sound guileless in his speech but he knows where ordinary minds will perceive potential guile to lurk in his words.
 
 

From our: Un Published Book Of Un Thought-of Proverbs.
Silence is to stupidity as aggression is to defense.
 
 

Polarized thought is, by its own electrical nature, indecisive and unstable --
it thus enjoys a comfortable niche in the hearts of dedicated prisoners and cows.
 
 

You Can (A Poem).
    You can:
    cut your own hair,
    pull your own teeth,
    break your own heart,
    give yourself grief;
    tell yourself no,
    tell yourself yes,
    lean on doctrine,
    go with a guess;
    you can:
    think you believe,
    and believe that you think,
    and dream of getting sober,
    while still clutching drink.

    This little rhyme,
    may first sound oblique,
    its message is: You can’t wake up,
    if that’s you laying there asleep.
(“Quick!  --  someone call the Pooch Police; my invisible dog is back chasing the imaginary traffic whizzing past my frontal lobes porch.”)
 
 

You can civilize almost anything  –  except the mind of a man who can think independently of the herd.
    (“Pa pa: should the activity that occurs in your head in awakening
       be called thinking, or would: seeing be more accurate?”)
 
 

Says one fellow: “Why continue to distract ourselves: let’s be blunt about the matter: The rudimental and ultimate problem with all words is the definitions.”
The thinking native to men’s minds pondering life’s great questions is like putting additional wrapping on a gift box you are attempting to open.
 
 

In the beginning: all who would wake up say to their self:
"If I just knew exactly what to do  --  I would do it," and never come to realize that
they can't be so instructed.  "Bum-mer! --  Letdown!"  they would say --
IF they could be told this in the beginning.
 
 

There are two, and only  two types of people: Those who like to talk about their self
 
 

"Dear Dr. Exacto: After you have laughed at everything you once thought to be serious --  then what?"
"Dear Sir: Once some men went into business together:
some of the business lasted  --  some of it did not  --  there is your: 'then what?'"
One man played with words  --  until he grew up!
(Note: Men do not normally grow up.)
 
 

A definition from our uncirculated Medical Dictionary.
Consciousness sans comment: Self performed circumcision of the mind.
 
 

Noted a man: “Over ninety nine per cent of the world's population
belong to a secret organization  –   Oops!  –   sorry, guess I shouldn’t have said that:
you’re part of that other half a per cent, right?!”
(Some people bring their own egg salad and abuse to the picnic.)
 
 

Even when he had no intention of not repeating himself,
this one guy would still often say to himself: “I’m not going to tell you again!”
(Some people bring their own delusions and haints to halloween.)
 
 

In Re The Conflict.
There can be no peace in prison.
(Everyone brings their own disruptions with them.
Accuracy Alert!  Everyone comes into existence with their own disturbances.)
 
 

A father advised a son:
“Pick one thing and stick to it!  –
then forget it and find a new one and stick to it (and on like that.)”
For the man on the right track: everything is: “and like that.”
 
 

Things thought of to be spiritual or metaphysical are neither difficult nor easy
(here’s how it really goes); you either think you have achieved them,
or else you think you have not  –  neat, huh?!
 
 

Above his porch one man has hung a sign: “Only Superman Need Apply,”
(and vocally adds: “Since only he can understand.”)