Sitting alone, a man mused:
“When you think about man you can think about how he really is,
or about how he says he believes he is  –  which can be two entirely different things,”
and while this seemed quite obvious once his consciousness had put it into words,
he was nonetheless noticeably stricken and enthused thereby for quite some time.
(“About what other creature can this be said?” he further mused.)
 
 
 

One guy thought: “I don’t know how I could possibly live anywhere new
if I wasn’t living there already.”
(If this is not: The Story Of Man’s Inner Life,
then it is certainly the story of something.
Which may also throw a different light on the chap who advertises:
“Home Improvement For The Mind.”)
 
 
 

So confides one chap:
“A neural rebel trying to inform the public about his affair is like a stud bull
singing opera to sheep.
(Yeah, there seems to be no connection between the two  –
but that’s just the point now isn’t it.)”
Remember: One man’s trash is another man’s garbage.
One fellow states:
“Heroes are a stop gap measure ordinary minds employ to fill in the embarrassing blank spot in their perception of reality’s sequencing:
all in all they are hastily sketched figures a man’s mental projector will flash on to the screen of consciousness when his routine travel slides momentarily run out.”
    (“Pa pa: When I grow up can I run out?”)
 
 
 

With some trepidation, so mulled one mullet:
“If the main use of clarinets is to poke holes in accordions
then what are ordinary thoughts doing so close to the conscious part of my brain?”
 
 
 

If it weren’t for reminiscing most people over age 50 wouldn’t be able to minisce at all.
 
 
 

During a social for faculty members at city college, one was heard saying to another:
“Regardless of one’s conceptual objections to religion,
how can an enlightened person hold a passionate disbelief in the idea of god (after all): what true thinking-man would not like to meet someone more intelligent than himself?!”  then pulling his tweed and, harrumph! up to their full stature,
the second replied: “Me and every other hip person for one.
My god man!  –  remember where you are.”
    (“Father: When I grow up can I remember where I am?”)
 
 
 
 
 
 

Just as a man’s penis only has one thing on its mind,
so too confined is the ordinary outlook of the conscious part of his brain.
    (“Doctor Webber: I’m not sure I approve of this finding.”
             “Well Doctor Fields: that’s easy to handle: just pretend you’re unaware of it.”
     “Well Doctor Webber: I won’t have to pretend: I am unaware.”
              “Oh! Doctor Fields: you’re such a kidder.”
Had Borscht been more on the ball he could have employed suspenders
as support for the acts instead of his more common accessory.
[And upon hearing this someone in the audience thought: “Well, can you beet that!”])
 
 
 

Conversation.
“The man awake to the nature of words can talk circles around other people  –
but even neater than that is that he can make his mean no more than does theirs.”
    “Wow! –  I really don’t get that one!?!     Will you elaborate?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”

                                                                          The certain man's not vocal,
                                                                           the certain man's not reticent,
                                                                           but he doesn't want to go,
                                                                           where everybody else is sent.
 
 
 

One man muses:
“It’s as though the conscious part of my brain is being continually highjacked --
but the strangest aspect is by whom!”
 
 
 

A nice feature of recounting history is that it requires no fresh expenditure of energy.
 
 

A couple of the ride mechanics were talking:
“You haven't had a truly bad hangover unless you’ve had one that was so painful the next morning it drove you to drink some more just to momentary survive it.”
    “Same thing I guess with the discomfort caused by
      routine states of consciousness.”
 
 
 

Medical News (Of A Sort).
The way to develop back problems is to first have front problems.
 
 
 

So mused yet another man:
“I wonder just how much of consciousness’ potential power the brain
presently wastes?”  --   then thought better of his terminology and thus revised:
“…the brain presently underutilizes?  --
but however it’s phrased: it’s still a disturbing situation.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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