A father said to a son: “Man’s consciousness is born as some call it: asleep,
and you can forget all the various claims of what keeps him in that condition,
(e.g. greed, anger, sin, ignorance, self pity, et al)  –
what keeps you asleep is simple: talk.
(How about my telling of the biblical run-in between god and adam,
with the former symbolizing consciousness and the latter the first human
whose brain experienced such?)
In my version god (consciousness) in the pristine garden of man’s cortex
prior to neural awareness,  calls out to the man: ‘Adam?  –  adam?’ –
but adam does not answer, and consciousness cum god is forced to keep up its call,
and the reason adam does not immediately respond is that initially he realizes
what the situation represents and understands that once he does react to consciousness’ voice, nothing will ever be the same:
he will then be conscious and will no longer just live life,
but will begin to talk about it as well.

Without talk, man’s life would be nothing like it is now:
there would be no technology, no art, no science, no culture, no civilization,
but also, if man did not talk he would have no questions:
none of the troubling metaphysical questions concerning god, the purpose of life,
the existence of what men have labeled: evil, suffering and injustice.
If they did not talk, men would simply have no questions concerning their being alive;  and on the other hand, for the few wanting to change the state of their consciousness, the answer to everything is in understanding the nature of talk.”
     “So it is that simple?”
“Actually even more so.”
 

Publication & The Realization.
Many men wait  –   anticipate
that life will bring out a second, revised edition of them:
a dream which the certain man doesn’t sit awaiting to come true,
but rather undertakes his own self publishing (that is): his own new self production.
If you don’t do it – it won’t ever be done (on that you can rely).
    (“Arr matey!  –  steady as she goes –
       and beware the shoals of the dreaded remainder bins.”)
 
 

The nervous system fuels talk and talk can affect the nervous system.
    (“Is there no way out?  --  are there no doors on this cramped garbage scow?”)
 
 

In prison: the urge to submit can be irresistible.
 
 

One guy says: “The notion that you must: ‘See it to believe it’
is open to a certain revision.”    (“If not reversal,” suggests his first mate.)
 
 

When the performer came on stage and began his first number by asking the audience to clap along and shout, someone stood and said: “I paid to have you entertain me –  why should I have to assist you?!” and a man sitting near by said to his thoughts: “Yeah! –  and same goes for me to you guys!”
 
 

Conversation.
“Every time you can disconnect what is going on in the conscious part of your brain from the rest of your nervous system, you wake up a little  (if such is your aim.)”
    “But that sounds impossible.”
“Tell me about it.”
 
 

One guy says he’s got his eye out for any product bearing the notice:
“Mental erections lasting more than four hours are to be cherished.”
 
 

The Power Of Words.
One fellow finally changed professions, going from magician to mortician
simply because he could never remember how to spell: prestidigitator.
    (And another guy injects: “Makes you glad that: man is such a short word, huh?!”)
 
 

Investments (A Dialogue).
“Put your mouth where your money is!”
    “You mean: on the wager I favor  –   or in my pocket?”
“Exactly!”
 
 

Regarding Value.
Everyone’s words are worth just as much as everyone else’s.
(Our subject tomorrow will be: Secret Bargains.)
 
 

In the Numerical & Problematic Sector of this universe is a set of twin planets
on one of which is believed that any verbal telling of what one is produces
quantum bits of new personal strength and understanding,
while on the other orb the opposite is held;
at times these two worlds are closer together than they are far apart,
and at other moments they are nearer to you than you are to them.
Talking about yourself sustains a dual planet orbiting within your own consciousness;
some men can die from more than merely stab wounds.
 
 

Unclogged Theology.
Consciousness died for your sins  –   well  -- for the few it’s trying to.
(And one chap said: “I feel much improved since I stopped taking drugs.”
     “Which ones?” he was asked.
“The ones my automatic thoughts used to lay on me.”)
 
 

A true nervous system rebel can be quite lavish with his silence.
 
 

Inside of prison: even good news arrives on crutches.
 
 

As regards ordinary man's many creation stories: The more accurate words to accompany the original appearance of god-cum-consciousness in this universe
would be: “Ipse dixit (sic).”
 
 

One member of the Really Cheap School Of Philosophy opines:
“If evil forces had their own union things would be quite different.”
 
 

Consider the fact that physical skills can be learned without talk
(farming, fishing, carpentry, swordsmanship, pole vaulting)
all of which can be grasped from merely watching someone experienced in same engaged therein, but the remaining area of matters intangible which make up so much of a civilized milieu (religion, politics, morality, the arts, literature,
and all the social sciences) depend entirely on talk to be learned.
Without talk, simply by watching a woodsman, butcher or furniture maker at work,
you can understand what he is doing,
but if all were silent, what could you make of observing a priest, a psychiatrist,
a college instructor at work?
Without talk, a major part of a civilized man’s reality would either vanish,
or else make no sense whatever (and consider): the more civilized is the setting,
the more important seems the incorporeal, spiritual, intellectual and artistic activities.
In sophisticated conditions psychologists, historians, poets & political commentators
are held in greater esteem than farmers, plumbers or steel workers, and yet what the
former are engaged in is impossible to observe and can only be taught & learned through talk: take away talk and there is no religion, no politics, no art,
no anything civilized and uniquely human.
A man sincerely trying to get to the bottom of things would privately pursue this matter most vigorously.