The conscious part of the brain is upset because it cannot directly control internal physical operations the way it does thoughts.
(Okay: the way it seems to control thoughts,
as per its own unanalyzed assertions),
and there’s the rub on the neural G spot: It is not only good  to be king  –
but being so makes complete self delusion possible.
    (“So, pa pa: why aren’t other organs, such as the heart, lungs or liver given to such
       egocentric deception?”
“They can’t verbally reflect on themselves.”
     “And that’s the only reason?”
“Look at it for yourself and tell me that it’s not.”)
 
 
 

Just as magicians consider it the epitome of de classé to reveal how a trick is done,
so do those teaching enlightenment who lack same, really hate having it pointed out.
    (“Jeeze!  –  don’t spiritual-masters have enough on their plate!  –
       give ‘em break  --  cut ‘em some slack!”)
“Well,” demands another chap, “if the deranged are the proper ones to
treat the mentally ill, then who better than dreamers to instruct the sleeping.
Huh!  –   sometimes I simply can’t fathom how people can so blazingly overlook
the verbally obvious.         (Such blindness is damn near criminal.)”
 
 
 

Conversation.
“Is there anything more enjoyable than making fun of other people!”
    “Or more natural!”
(And someone says: “How dare you to have considered headlining this:
 ‘Conversation Concerning The Naturalness Of Man.’”)
 
 
 

Public Announcement.
If you’re expecting to receive accurate information concerning anything other than
food preparation, auto repair, plumbing and the like,
you foremost need to have your I.Q. checked out.
 
 
 

People who claim to have had an epiphany arising from some event in their
personal life, wouldn’t recognize one if it set up housekeeping in their underwear.
(And the conscious part of one guy’s brain used to exaggerate its jockstrap size
to the rest of his nervous system.)
And now let us pause for a moment of silence and pity for those who fret over men fooling-Mother-Nature.   Silence........pity  –   okay!  –   who laughed?!
 
 
 

A father asked a son:
“Do you now get it sufficiently to understand that what would give most people today unparalleled pleasure would be to appear on their favorite tv show,
and answer questions about themselves and their preferences?”
 
 
 

In his inner dining room one man has banned the fat from the food.
    “Do you mean banned the fat content from the food,
      or fat men from access to the food?”
So! –  you’re not as deaf as you pretend.
 
 
 

Dialogue.
“Nobody likes a smartass except another smartass.”
      “I don’t see how even they can.”
“They can’t  really –  but another smartass is the only person who’ll even pretend to.”
 
 
 

Nothing equals the fun of thinking for the certain man –
leastwise ‘til his understanding of what thinking is -- fully ripens.
                           “Rotten fruit,
                             rotten fruit,
                             the juices spoiled
                             my birthday suit.”
 
 
 

Conversational Quiz.
“Is there anything more enjoyable than being alive!”
    “Wow –  that’s a hard one to answer.”
 
 
 

If you are offended by a particular comment due to an event in your life,
(such as being annoyed by cripple jokes because your uncle lost a leg)  you are probably as many kicks as the previous chap who enjoys making fun of other people.
 
 
 

Your trips to the barber will never produce the results you desire
if your instructions are always: “Just a little off the sides.”
(The headline to this story should have been something metaphorical to do with the
alteration of one’s consciousness.)
 
 
 

A father suggested to a son:
“Any time you want a respite from sticking your dick in a blender  –
fill up the time with predicting the future.”
    “Gee................thanks Dad.”
 
 
 

On the day he played the game: when the answer was: “Garage Door Opener,”
the matching question was: “What Is Consciousness?”
(At least that’s what the host of the show said.)
 
 
 

Everybody’s in show business;
everyone’s a documentary film  –   you doubt it?
check out the ceaseless serious voice-over accompanying your life.
(Oh, okay: A shamumentary, a schlockumentary.)
 
 
 

One man tried to remember every day to say to his brain:
“I think of you often and with great affection,”
and would have his brain respond: “And I, you.”
(The entire affair is quite entangled and this is just a rough verbal representation.)
 
 

Displays Of Dissent Portend Potential Political Upheaval.
The appearance of reactive thoughts in a few men's consciousness
causes protest from consciousness;
it promises more if such thoughts continue.
    O tempora,  O spatia!   –  O mores, O lesses!
 
 
 

A boy asked a father:
“If a real deal man committed suicide, he wouldn’t leave an explanation would he?”
     “And a real deal man wouldn’t answer that question.”
 
 
 

Since the conscious part of the brain can’t physically do anything,
it compensates by unrestricted imagining.
Consider: if men could move mountains with their mind,
or by thoughts affect a roulette wheel  --  would they remain religious?
 
 
 

The dumb want to appear intelligent and the ugly, comely;
what do the routinely conscious (who refer to themselves as, sleeping) wish to seem as?
The few who ever really understand what being-asleep  is,
develop the desire to seem as nothing;
to be in consciousness  -- everything, but appear in sight as nothing in particular.
A touchless sport rarely tasted by men.
 
 
 

Mused a chap:
“The conscious part of the brain should be god, sinatra, the rolling stones,
but for now it’s stuck being the opening act.
 
 
 

One thing about finally understanding the literal basis for wanting to wake-up,
achieve-enlightenment etc. is that thereafter you never again have to
reassess-your-position.

Once he realized consciousness' role in the overall scheme of human existence,
one man’s most commonly thought question (as he would gaze upon its activity) was:
“Who do I have to hold responsible?”
 
 
 

A son asked a father:
“Is it possible to ever see to the absolute bottom of things:
to understand totally what drives the certain hunger in people like us?”
    “It’s for sure possible to see so deeply that what you perceive
      cannot be described to others.”
“Because of its complexity?”
    “On the contrary.”
 
 

Only when you know only about canvas can you offer acceptable comments to the public concerning circusing,
(you certainly can’t talk about what actually goes on under the big top).