One
day in the woods just outside the city, a lion and computer fell into conversation,
with the machine becoming totally confused trying to conceive of what the
beast meant by the word: doing,
and the lion, after listening to the computer describe its interests, being
helpless to comprehend why anyone would be interested in anything
they
can’t eat.
What seems to be up --
came from down,
the sky is barren without the ground,
and the link is there --
to be found.
The
normal conversations between a man’s thoughts and his own inner hearing
lead
only to a refirming of his already established mental conceptions of reality.
(Known among
the nervous-system-rebels as: day time dreams).
Regarding
Talk & What Is Said
A
recent visitor to this world said what he found most interesting about
humans
was
how many love to sing, but how few clearly care for music.
A
chap under a tree in the rain (but not under the weather) observed:
“Is
it not interesting that not one person who has ever awakened to what life
is
really
about, had after that, a single critical word to say about it.”
Concerning
Synaptic Connections
Pointed
note made by a father to his brood:
“If
they come to get one of us – they will probably take all of
us.”
People who don’t think -- think a lot about their self.
Of
Interest Possibly Only To Life (And The Super Alert Few).
Many
informal conversations between normally intelligent men have led to naught.
(Same
with serious confabs).
In
man’s intangible reality: no one knows where any undertaking will ultimately
lead.
(Actually
a few do – but they’re never involved in such.
Interesting, no?!)
One
man (having scant success in reeling in his mind) as a stop gap measure:
broke
its rod and tangled its line.
(Another unbelievable
fish story.)
Jazz
musicians, in their soloing, complain of other players in the band:
stepping
on their note;
in
ordinary men’s everyday verbal life, were doing so not the case,
the
entire affair would collapse.
Only
the man trying to get to the bottom of things actually listens to himself
talk
and think.
(Something as
uninteresting to routine minds as jazz is to accountants.)
Man
came up with the notion of him having a
spirit (of some vague sort)
shortly
after his mind early (in the game) told him to look someplace besides it
for
an explanation of himself.
(Way-y-y beyond
merely interesting, huh?!)
When
you have no personally developed self you can afford to be self absorbed;
indeed at its price --
how can you pass it up?!
One
man with an extreme visual handicap confides:
“Sometimes
being blind’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
Everybody’s
sick of something --
the
certain man’s way out is by being sick of being such a person.
When
he begins, the nervous system rebel wants to awaken on behalf of everyone;
ultimately
(when he wises up): just for his self (as it has to be anyway).
One
man when he finally made it to the edge of his inner reality,
changed
his name to Anyway.
One thing the outlier will not tolerate is the gradual smell of decay.
Regarding
Confusing Hormones For Neurons.
Men
are commonly lulled to sleep by a radiator humming schubert,
while
not understanding that franz
is in the basement in the furnace.
A
guy says: “One of the good things about being famous is that
when
other people are around --
you can’t be yourself.”
If
you feel lost, remember this: only you
can save you:
“But how can that be – there’s only one OF you?”
If
you feel lost, remember: you have more problems than just feeling
lost.
A
father said to a son: “While from the rebel's view it can be said that
the ordinary
tend
to take life too seriously (but fair’s fair, even for a bear) so let it
be noted that
also
can the outlier take his non
standard view of things too seriously.”
“With an unprofitable result?”
“Si:
that he become no different than the ordinary in this useless seriousness.
For
the certain man, there can be but one example of seriousness:
looking
for an actual tourniquet for an actual gash.”
The
Mythical Orient Express And The Inner Journey Revisited.
One
man who deeply wanted to see istanbul
had to stop hanging around
the
paris
train station once he realized it was
his own congenital mind.
(Its
dreams of travel and exotic locales being far too seriously specific.)
When
bagels overeat at bedtime their nightmares are always of rabbis;
if
the
justice of conjunctions and the equity of the inevitable become any more
flagrant, the apparent distance twixt things gaelic
& turk
could be measured in millimeters.
The
Horrors Of Any Apparent Estrangement Between Hormones & Neurons.
There
was once a man who developed a land submarine,
in
which he could remain cut off from life, or peer out at things through
the periscope.
(And
he wants it known that he has nothing whatever to do with
radiators
hissing and furnaces growling, or lions and computers conversing.)
One
kid has a theory that if you constantly station yourself around
impressive
looking doors, eventually someone will say: “The king will see you now.”
Even
after you realize what is going on, your understanding of it will yet widen
and
deepen – if you persist, and if you do not –
decay creeps in;
attacking
first your nose to diminish the offensive smell
now
coming from your brain.
Too
long loitering in the paris
terminal covers one in a private, rank funk.
“But the kid’s theory was that if you hang around the right door long enough
someone will eventually let you in to see the king of
istanbul
and enlightenment.”
Maybe
--
but the only way this occurs is just after you have realized the voice
you hear is your own consciousness and the door is your own natural born
mind.
One man says it comes down to this:
after you have established agriculture,
discovered fire,
invented the wheel,
developed crotchless panties and bandages –
what are you going to do with your ability to think then?
The
answer to that for the few is:
Learn
the needed manner by which to cry out inside your own head: “All
aboard!”
J
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