The reason men endlessly preach to one another is that no one can get
the conscious part of their brain to take control of the entire nervous system,
so they point out to others what should be done (noting to smokers that
cigarettes are bad for their health) to see if the consciousness of other men’s brains,
(having important knowledge not verbally available to other areas of their systems)
are then able to apply said info in a practical way (i.e. cause smokers to stop the activity as soon as the conscious part of their brain receives the negative health news thereabout), for if others can accomplish this, then the one doing the preaching can learn how they do it and likewise achieve this most highly desirable goal.
 
 
 

The reality behind man’s continuing fascination with the stoic appearance
(if not actual attitude) is based on the unrecognized fact that if the conscious part of
the brain had control over itself it would not be affected by superfluous
(which is to say: non physical) injuries (e.g. insults, dread, self pity, et al),
so the true stoic would represent a man whose consciousness does not
automatically and routinely react to the words and pictures coming to it from the
non conscious areas of the brain.
Consider for yourself:  what type of suffering would you experience in life
did not the conscious part of your brain react mechanically to things you hear and read which trigger the negative emotions so familiar to humans?
 
 
 

There is no such thing as a sobering thought or being scared straight
to would be dictators and pursuers of vice (smokers, drinkers);
another example of how the conscious part of the brain (even with dire prognostications in hand) cannot control the rest of the brain & nervous system.
As irrational as it is: warnings to dictators and smokers of their common bad end
are useless.
 
 
 

Waking up to what is really going on with the conscious part of the brain is akin to circumcision reversal  --  except it involves foreskin that wasn’t there before:
a return to a home just now built;
weird in words  –  neat in doing.
 
 
 

What eludes most people regarding weight loss
regards what is required to accomplish same.
    (“Sure glad that doesn’t apply to losing your distracted state of awareness.”)
 
 
 

Whenever he was asked if he had achieved enlightenment one man would reply:
“The great thing about saying you were with the CIA is that it impresses many people, and is almost impossible to disprove,”
then he would finish his drink, stand up and leave the room (smiling enigmatically).
    (“Pa pa: when I grow up, can I leave the room?”)
 
 
 

At a bus stop, a man stooped down and spoke to a pigeon:
“To say that certain parts of man's cultural and spiritual world are imaginary
is like saying that shit stinks,” and the bird said: “Right on, bro.”
 
 
 

Apparently taking a cue from those in the electronic media,
whenever his tongue says something particularly regrettable,
one man will immediately follow it by glancing around and whispering:
“Are we on the air? –  are we on the air?”
 
 
 

Everything must fill up its life with something:  the body does it by just living;
the conscious part of the brain does not.
(And an accompanying cheer went up:
    “Let’s hear it for princeton,
      let’s hear it for yale,
      grab it by the head,
      grab it by the tail.
      Yay!  for the reality of how things fuckin’ are  –  plus!
      what’re ya gonna do about it anyway!?”)
 
 
 

A man who knows how to do magic won’t teach it to anyone.
 
 
 

One man frequently mentioned: “The organ of delight,”
which left some uncertain if he was referring to the B-3 or the brain.
 
 
 

He who can internally get down may not be able to teach it to others.
 
 
 

A man who doesn’t respond to your comment could have your best interest at heart.
(If he is the certain man, it is a certainty.)
 
 
 

People who feel they have a mission in life privately feel that they have no life.
 
 
 

A man on a far away world who had been struggling for years for that certain goal of Enlightenment, Awakening, Satori, Nirvana, Liberation, began to hear rumors of
a drug that would bring about such within minutes, and after considerable searching, located what was claimed to be same, and following a bit of bargaining,
obtained the alleged magic potion and took it.

    He later said he regretted doing so;
    he did not deny that it produced the state promised,
    nor did he speak ill of the state,
    he merely confided to his friends that he regretted taking it.
 
 
 

One man was astonished by his home dehumidifier: “How does it do it!
Everyday it fills up that sizable tray with water  –   gotten from nowhere!  --
--  out of thin air.    Amazing!”
Then one day it hit him: “My consciousness does the same thing.”
 
 
 

A coughing nurse confided:
“How d’ya you like that!  You try to help sick people and what d’ya get for your effort: one of ‘em makes you sick,” and a priest and a psychiatrist standing near by,
in unison softly attempted to add their concurrence: “Tell us about it.”
“AW SHUT UP!” she spat back.
(The lesson this episode has to teach regarding a man's labors to transform his consciousness is far too obvious to warrant any specific comment.)
 
 
 

Once you understand humans, you can write a proverb about anything.
(Many people secretly harbor an I.W.Y.H.T.M.T. attitude:
I Wish You Hadn’t Told Me That.)
 
 

Closeness only counts in horseshoes, sex,
and trimming your consciousness’ response time to its natural triggers,
(that is: trimming as in: down-to-zero  --  like: NO response.)