The
Origin Of All Myths & Religions.
The
conscious part of the brain being aware that the brain has the ability
to do things that the conscious part can’t directly cause it to do is the
origin of wanting to wake-up
(to wit): for the conscious part to bring the rest of the brain under its
direction.
This
is also the germination of all myths regarding a king looking down on the
villagers from his castle on a hill, or a god peering down on man from
heaven
and
their concern over their subjects’ unruly ways:
the
conscious part of the brain being the reality behind these two metaphorical
figures, and as per the divine one with the twin supernatural characteristics
of being all powerful and all knowing, it has one – but is driven
to impotent distraction,
not
having the other:
the
conscious part of the brain knows what the rest of the brain can do,
but
just can’t make it do it.
All
of the singularly human problems a civilized man ponders are not problems
to him personally, but are problems he has been told of – by
others, to whom the problems are also not so to them personally but which
they likewise have been told of.
Energy
for every ride in the park must come from somewhere.
One
guy’s private blues serenade to himself:
“Darlin’
please forgive me,
for
mistreating you so;
for
acting like the conscious part of my brain is a me and not merely what
it is.”
Opines
a chap:
“One
notable feature of being human and of standard mental perception is that
it gives you all the room you’ll ever need
for
improvement.”
Accepting
passively the nervous system house in which your consciousness was born
assures that you will never run out of
things
to bitch about concerning you.
(“Don’t forget: and-everything-else.”
Right.)
By taking
a religious tack, men are able to direct their attention to the notion
of
a creaTOR,
and are relieved from confronting the more perplexing & dangerous
(not to
mention revealing) one concerning creaTION.
“What
a marvelous realm in which to live: where thoughts have no limits to their
grasp of the physical universe, yet whose own nature entirely eludes them.”
In
city park, so railed a speaker:
“In
the great eternal battle in which man’s consciousness is the battlefield,
the struggle is between two formidable armies: inanity and knee-jerk reaction.”
(He
didn’t bother to pass the hat.)
Sorrow
And Its Site.
Psychological
grief is always local.
The
king-in-consciousness can’t physically reach down and make the non conscious
villagers-of-the-lower-brain
do what he sees needs to be done.
(“Does the Universe weep for Life?”
You dream.)
Bearing
foreboding makes the dense feel less doltish.
The
relationship between consciousness and itself is like a man’s trick with
his dog whereby when he tells it to “Lay down,” and it doesn’t,
he
says: “Keep standing! --
I demand to be obeyed.”
Thus
be the performance in the normally conscious part of men’s brains.
Words
that make you laugh at noon can make you wail at midnight;
does
this have to do with the nature of words? – hearing? –
the
time of day, or the feature of man’s brain which makes such inquiries
and
descriptions possible?
Or
(played in a different key):
Could
the enunciation of an intangible problem be part OF the problem? –
an
essential part?
(One
of the king’s guards was struck with the possibility that
the
great struggle might actually be
between nouns and verbs.)
The
speaker proclaimed:
“Every
dog has its day,” and a man in the audience cried:
“My
gawd! – my calendar watch has turned rabid!”
(Hormones
go tick, and neurons can believe they provide the tock.)
If
you were to think of things-specific as the anti matter to the matter
of processes, then things-specific would also have to have their
own counterpart.
What
is the verbal opposite of a subject?
In
the realm of standard consciousness – is such a creature possible?
In
the ocean, can a wave fathom its source?
According
to legend in another reality: on the final Day Of Reckoning
(just
to keep things fresh and unpredictable right up to the end) as all of humanity
is
queued up for the ultimate accounting, a voice will ring throughout the
universe:
“All
of those in two tone shoes – head of the line!”
(Hearing
this caused one man to ponder:
“Is
it to be that the supreme sin will turn out to be: a lapse in good taste?”)
“What
is man’s greatest desire?”
“To avoid death?”
“No
– predict the future.”
From
the castle, the king looked down at a farmer who was ignoring weeds in
his field as he plowed, an oversight the monarch knew would prove costly,
but
neither his hands nor his words of warning reached the figure down below.
Impotency
afflicts even the most excellent.
“What
is man’s greatest desire?”
“To predict the future?”
“No
– to avoid his.”
One
man just up and said to his consciousness:
“If
you’re
in the fire – all the fat’s in the fire,”
and
after receiving a non plussed response, added: “Take that any way you like.”
What’s
funnier than describing a man saying this-or-that to his consciousness?
An echo trying to address a canyon.
A
rebel one day reflected:
“When
I began I pictured consciousness as a pool of water,
busied
by ripples, caused by stones, tossed therein by others;
then
as I progressed I began to see the stones that produced the disturbance
as being from my own hand;
but
now if I view consciousness as a pool, I see what I have been attempting
to do as me hoisting high above my present head,
a
boulder with the implied cry: ‘Look out below, you mutherfuckers
–
There
is only one realization of ultimate value to the certain man,
and
in one real sense --
he can never know what it is,
but
the realization of this IS the supreme pay off.
A
foot said: “Gimmie just a second while I kick these toes out of the way.”
J
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The
following comes from a little known collection of writings:
“Big
Earl's Big Compendium Of Ostensibly Specious Knowledge:
Or:
A Deconstruction Of Man's Cultural Reality By One Barely Qualified,
(Or
Perhaps Overly So?!?)”
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Toilet paper is a waste of time.
If you drive real fast you can stop quicker.
If
you stand at the South Pole and
drop something, it will fly up your nose;
if
you step back real quick it will fly up a friend's nose.
All exceptionally attractive people are exceptionally dumb.
The Bible was actually written in 1939.
People with talent are to be pitied.
A runny nose indicates a runny mind.
The poor wouldn't be poor if they didn't want to be.
People throw up because they're lonely.
Serious attempts at self improvement will drive you crazy.
The
Incas never had a highly developed
civilization;
they
just built all those monuments to show off.
All the world's notorious tyrants were actually nice guys in their spare time.
Dogs only obey humans because they feel sorry for them.
If
people knew what pillows are really stuffed with
they
would never go to sleep at night.
Fat people snap their fingers at personal tragedy.
There are actually ten continents -- no, nine.
Anyone with a large amount of education is an idiot.
Laundries don't really wash underwear -- they just swap yours for someone else's.
History books are written by people who can't keep up.
If
you turn the station dial on your tv set fast enough
you
can get any station in the world.
Hippopotamuses make good pets if you're firm with them.
Women with big tits are frigid.
No one likes a man with interesting anecdotes to tell.
Dodoes aren't extinct -- they're just hiding.
The rich contemplate suicide constantly.
The world's largest snake doesn't exist.
Electricity won't work south of the Equator.
Men used to converse with baboons -- 'til they found out how stupid they are.
Shoes are a major source of embarrassment.
Men only invented sex out of desperation.
Certain
aborigines in New Zealand
have no knees: they fold up their bottom half
and
carry it under their arm when they get tired; and you may ask:
“Well
how do they go anywhere?”
and I reply: “Where
do they have to go!?”
Museums should all be closed -- who cares anyway.
Only young girls with astonishing body odor are attracted to the oboe.
People write books because no one will listen to them when they talk.
Perfect teeth are a waste of time.
The
Catholic
Church actually condones masturbation
(the
Pope
just won't admit it in front of all those people).
If you lie to a duck you're just asking for trouble.
Intelligent
people don't know any more about things than you and me.
B.E.
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"Pardon my intrusion, but if
you are finished for the day I would like to make the observation:
Life obviously is not interested
in everybody getting the joke -- in fact it is not at all clear
that life sees it AS a joke. Ciao."
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