What stirs stronger in man than the desire to be recognized?  –
and his suffering no hesitation to point out why he deserves to be so?
This is not only true for the alpha wolves clawing for dominance,
but also with the whimpering pack who want their state of imposition appreciated.
Once food has quieted the belly, the most persistent sound heard from man
is his mind crying: “Look at me!  –  look at me.”
(P.S. The certain man requires no one’s eyes but his.)
P.P.S. A lion doesn’t have to say anything to impress a gazelle or lesser lions,
and neither do a man’s muscles  --  but his talking consciousness  –   Ah!  –
now that is a different matter indeed.    (We’re speaking now of men’s
natural born consciousness, not the one later developed by the few.)
You might also note that in one of man’s more popular metaphorical tales
(Adam & the Garden) the first words any human heard from the Divine
were about him.           (Funny  –  huh?!)
 
 

One city sorehead (who ‘tis rumored has had his intellectual tubes tied)
in a cocktail party moment let slip this sentiment:
“After it’s all weighed and wrapped: life is not unlike a rather amiable disease – Hic!”
In that regard, consider a face with a rash: is it possible that the rash
pictures the situation to be one of a rash with face on which to be?
Everything must be someplace  –  so (mister minister of martinis):
who is the disease and who the host?
He who no longer distinguishes, has had his eyes opened.
 
 

A rebel, once firmly established on new neural ground outside the city,
can look back and now realize that the matters that matter the least – matter the most.
The warden’s most pressing need is to keep control of the prisoners,
while theirs is to get free thereof.
What’s it all mean when the city limits of Paris have become its prime attraction,
and the thoughts you take as your most original and meaningful
are those that defend your mental status quo?

Words can be fun  --
believing that those not about finding food are other than just that
can make them definitely feel to be not fun.
(Funny, huh?!)
 
 

Waking up and original thoughts go hand in hand,
and only to an awakened man are original thoughts significant,
and to be capable of original thoughts a man must be beyond the stage of merely wanting to wake up.
 
 

In the center of the city stands a sign that announces the essential street information:
“Some head north  –   some go south  –  others turn east and west,
but have no concern: they all are right on course.”
 
 

Let’s Have A Hand  –   For The Will Of Man.
The salvation of the many rests in the fact that the Palace Of Sin did not have on its menu that which they that night desired.  (Plus their prices were too high.)
Fact: No one but a dunce can be converted.
(Which should be apparent since only they are ever initially verted.
    [“Hey watch it! –  I used to be a parent.”])
 
 

Until the appearance of an awakened man: the only wolves who talked  –
talked only about themselves.
 
 

One demi fine day, the kid asked the ole man:
“Why do you never sing the praises of parenthood, and offer thanks for
having the likes of me?” and the elder instantly leaped into a squatting, squinting position as he suspiciously responded: “This is a trick question  –  right?  –
you know something I don’t?!”
Moral: It is very embarrassing to be outwitted by yourself  –
                                     UNLESS YOU’RE THE CERTAIN MAN.
At one unconventional city school, on the opening day of class in their first year,
just after they take all of the children’s names –  they shoot them!  –
before they can repeat them.
(This story is far too unconventional and insightful to have actually happened.)
 
 

Acting As Lawyers.
‘Tis not just fools who defend themselves  –   so do nervous-system-rebels;
they just do it silently  –   invisibly and in private  –
and in another time zone than where any attack occurs.
The man securely on his way to the far edge of inner reality
does not pluck chickens in the same judicial circuit in which they flew into his life.
     “You mean: into his consciousness?!”
Very good.
Real rashes really are on your skin  –   spiritual and psychological ones
infest only inner areas your consciousness imagines to exist.
     “Which, for an ordinary man is the same as existing, right?!”
Good again.
 
 

In the city part of consciousness, the problem when speaking of the intangible matters that comprise man's second reality is not in being specific,
but in never being specific enough.
 
 

Later the kid said to the ole man:
“If you had known then what you do now:
when you were young would you have done everything you wanted to
regardless of its consequences to the length of your life,  or would you have
refrained from some things you wanted to do so as to live longer?”
and the elder buoyantly replied: “So!  -- you don't know any more than me after all!”
 
 

Track News.
Definition of the: Rebel Dilettante: One who runs some  –  but never passes himself.
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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