It’s Your Call.
You can worry about the world blowing up, or you can worry about you blowing up.
    (“Is this a great planet or what!”)
 

It's Your Respiratory System.
One guy offers:
“Being in the state of consciousness natural to your genetic nervous system
is like having a dead possum in your duct system.”
 

How Cells Work.
If your father was a male chances are your son will be also.
How Thoughts Work.
It could be otherwise?!
 

Staring at your own thoughts is as bad as staring at other people’s.
(Your attention dog chasing cars already running in your consciousness
is the same as it chasing after strangers’.)
 

Putting your best foot forward doesn’t accomplish much
if you’re walking through a mine field: a specious internal one laid down by life in your nervous system for the overall benefit of it staying viable on this planet in this universe in part by man’s extreme mental caution.
(“Timor ergo vita superesse: I’m spooked – thereby life survives.”)
Thus do all rational cows stick together; only the synaptic rebel hoofs it on his own.
(“Moo! –  I’m dancing as fast as I can [taking into account the fact that
my leg is bound to six billion others].            Moo, ya’ll.”)
Note: Glue factories exist outside of chicago.              (Quite close to home, as a matter of fact.)
 

If men carried their critical view of human life into non mortal realms they would judge oranges' appearance on citrus trees to be in error and declare that birds fly
either out of spite or because of psychological trauma.
There is no real need for the creation of gods – men have already produced the realm of the supernatural in their conception of one another.
 

One way to help air out your ballroom is to continually ask the band
if this is going to be their last-number.
The untalented find no humor in their departure being favorably anticipated,
which can profitably upset the routine performance of your everyday
perfunctory mental activity.
 

The faster runs time – the heavier grows the atmosphere;
the physical balance of the certain man’s universe is only proper in the right now.
 

Fishing & The Expanded State Of Consciousness.
The man who’s awake has been headed & gutted.
 

One chap says:
“Those who want to go on record as declaring that something is more trouble than
it’s worth – will be found to have no understanding of the actual worth of stuff.”
(He further noted that there is an even more disturbing possibility in this.)
 

Nourishment & DoingTheThing.
The man trying to get to the bottom of things not only brings everything he needs
to the table, but the conscious part of his nervous system proves to BE the table
from which all his dining takes place.)
 

So-called truths that merely annoy ordinary prisoners  --  set the certain few free.
 

A father said to a son:
“I have something important to tell you: I am not always what I may appear to be,”
and the lad interrupted:
    “I thought you said important!”
 

In the ballroom a voice was heard coming from a covey of milling synaptic bachelors hanging around in the corner:
“Okay guys: who’s goin’ over and dance with distractions?”  --
somebody’s gotta do it  –  somebody’s gotta do everything –
but not necessarily me  –  and not necessarily now” –
this expresses the rebel hoofer’s personal and eccentric step.
 

When the unknowing verbally dream of a time when man had no intangible reality
they imagine a time when man could not dream and was but a beast;
the man-who-knows understands that vehicles can never be backed up perfectly
within the tracks they initially made getting to where they are now;
the essence of such curious dreams natural to men’s minds can be acted on
only by the few who, when they examine dreams, do not do so whilst dreaming.