The pursuit of money is for those with no talent.     (Simple sounding, si   –  but true.)
The complete rules for all city games are never fully understood  –
and even if an ordinary  man draws close thereto  –  they change.
An uncommon physician clued a son: “You’re feeling better when
you can pretend to be feeling better.”
Unopposed strength on one level can prove a weakness on another.
Over in the city one guy says that as far as he can personally tell:
“There’s been no substantial change.”
A mattress manufacturer mused: “Hearing people who aren’t awake preach about it
is like hearing fleas whimpering at what was advertised to be an elephant opera.”
A man with an after-thought has had two thoughts, which renders the first one immaterial; the uncommon man who  is able to actually think understands that
one thought is the key  –   and the only one that will do is an original thought.
You can rest assured you are in a well grounded city if the top slot on the
best seller list is held by a work entitled: “The Soul Of The Plagiarist.”
As soon as you meet him this one guy always says:
“Yeah, yeah –  I know what you’re thinking  –   everybody does.”
As the crowd was dispersing from a city philosophy seminar, an attendee noted that one thing he had definitely learned from those thinkers who had gone-before is that they were definitely gone.
Clearly attempting to salvage some negative pleasure from an otherwise
non annoying day, one fellow declared: “What if all this fun I’m having
is just my imagination?!  –   it’d serve me right!”
One man has given his own life a name: “Sing Along With Sid,”
and it turns out that he couldn’t carry a tune in a pickup truck and his name is not Sid.  (What d’ya think he’s up to?  And drawing an imaginary line just above his eyebrows,
a chap says: “Most people are about up to here.”)
One kid says that since birth he’s tried to be intellectually optimistic but suffered an intense mental assault when the long awaited day arrived on which his old man was to finally reveal to him the collective family-wisdom –  which turned out to consist of
one sentence: “There’s a lot of things we don’t know.”
A sign for positive that you are in a city somewhere is if there are people expressing irritation that some of their worst expectations have yet to be realized.
At street-level in the city there is no way to know definitively, what-to-do;
all that the ordinary have to go on are their institutions' directives of what not to do.
Although a race cannot be won by two, a knowledgeable runner never shows up without a friend.
In an etter to the leditor one man writes: “The unseemly, and unnecessary use of artificial, arbitrary alliterations is the sure, steady sign of a messy mind.”
Even though the future does not yet exist, man is yet tied to it
in that he can think about it now; the pragmatics of this structure are not
anywhere near fully appreciated by ordinary men.
One man says his major breakthrough was in the realization that what happens
in his personal life doesn’t really affect him.
A fact difficult to avoid is that the roll call begins as soon as you show up.
All strictly human activities can be more than what they are;
less than what they are, and not what they are.
One man said to the guy in front of him in line: “It is apparently impossible for humans to over dramatize the dangers of being alive  –   thankfully!”
After the class at city college had been in session for some time, meeting faithfully
on its appointed days, the professor suddenly announced that it was going to be impossible to cover the needed materials within the time allotted, and when a voice asked why they didn’t just increase the frequency of their meetings the instructor replied with a shout: “What!  –  and get even further behind!”
According to city thought if you half drown in a second, given two you’d fully drown –
and where is the flaw in that?  –   if you can respond, you could run for mayor.
Expressions of humility from the untalented are less than impressive.
A man with only local interests can be of no assistance to the rebel (put another way): Never take advice from a man who speaks your language or owns property in your area. (Aka: The riches the rebel seeks are only known of by the totally impoverished.)
Even though those who reside in the city don’t really want to know  –   if you weary them enough by asking if they do, they will finally say yes --  and then not listen.
(Those who keep expecting the city to crash have a long wait in store.)
After the four hundredth time the kid said something completely surprising and staggeringly provocative, the ole man wondered if this was the proper arrangement
for a family. (One guy’s motto is: “Whatever gets you out of the house.”)
Looking at his reflection in a mirror fragment he had picked up in an alleyway, a city ne’er do well said thereto: “And then! –  as if things weren’t already bad enough  –   YOU had to show up!”
Once you understand that guilt is mismingled chemicals, it makes sense.
In the city there can be no certainties without the exceptions; understanding this
one fact will change everything for the man trying to flee the place.
As he would prepare to charge off into yet another battle, one king would look out at
his foes poised on the horizon and to them would softly croon:
“Let me wrap you in my warm and tender wrath.”
A man who understands the city  –  leaves the city  –   taking nothing with him but
his understanding of the past (which is the understanding of the city).
One guy’s attitude toward his self is about the same as his toward others  –
which surely accounts for his wide popularity both here and abroad.
Another way to determine that you are in a properly functioning city is if
the man who writes its premier gossip column features at its top each day,
not a photograph of one of the celebrities he writes about below,
but a constantly changing one of his self.
One man thinks of TryingToDoTheThing as: Attempting to grow up while
you’re still alive enough to enjoy it.
Pondered one chap: “How can you live in the city and not be perfectly human?!”
By and large you can’t do anything about the way you really look  –
which is why cosmetic surgery is both cheap and compassionate.
Kicking a trash can in the city subway, an old sorehead was heard to mutter:
“So: thinking has a CD out, eh?!  –  well, it’ll never make the charts.”  (Kick, kick.)
A tyke said he distinctly heard the sidewalk speak to him, saying:
“Anything worth doing is worth skipping”  –   then looked futilely to an adult for
a meaningful interpretation thereof.
In the city everybody wants what everybody else has ‘cause they know that
it’s not worth any more than what they already have.
Everyone will act gravely serious  --if  they believe it will get them listened to.
In a notebook found near the outskirts of the city was scrawled this sentence:
“The mind of the outlier is a sight to behold  –  because of the crack in its mirror.”
Everyone will get gravely serious if they listen to what they say.
In the bleachers at city sandlot park, a guy tossing back peanuts said that what he has always longed for was to meet a man who he would be convinced knew something extraordinary  –   and something which had nothing at all to do with him personally.   Reaching for his soda he admitted that the last part kinda throws him,
but nonetheless: “There it is.”
Life seems to periodically place experimental engines in a few men’s
nervous systems (particularly in their Yellow Circuit).
Muses one man: “I feel sure that half the things I think about concerning me
waking-up are a waste of time  --  trouble is I'm not sure which half.”
A chap with a black car says the reason he hasn’t had the body damage repaired
is for fear that its paint color can’t be matched; most drivers will not grasp the metaphorical treasure of this, but by the same ding-token do preachers of eternal life not understand death, nor cobblers the purpose of shoes.
Commenting on the inner realms exclusive to men’s cities, a chap observes:
“The entirety of human culture (politics, religion, art, literature & the social sciences)
is an attempt to overlay a world of real chaos with patterns of imaginary chaos.”
Said a father to a son: “Never take any of the special things I say to you personally  –

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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