The notion that if truth and falsity are allowed to freely slug it out,
truth will always finally prevail is fine  –  unless this is going on in
man’s intangible, second reality  –  then entirely other results ensue
(which by the way, no one residing there appears to notice).
 
 
 

When you know how to expand, and thus free yourself from the confines of dichotomous choices, you can not only have your pastries and consume them too,
but also make crumbs of that responsible for the illusion of such limited selections.
Man’s second reality just appears restrictive  –  O! it is but still it just appears to be,  like in Fairyland, Peter Pancan fly, true enough, but look at what you’re saying .
(But don’t, not if you feel defensive about your own inner life.)
 
 
 

Consciousness will consider alternatives  --  if forced to,
but never concerning matters within the second reality it has created.
 
 
 

Being impressed by any other human
(other than for strength in a man, and beauty in a woman)
is the sign of a tadpole.
 
 
 

Something is holding everyone’s test result.
    (“Jeeze!  –  I damn near spilled myself on the floor.”)
 
 
 

The ballad of one casanova of consciousness :
    “Romance your thoughts,
      with no guilt or scorn,
      fuck ‘em tonight,
      leave ‘em in the morn.”
Efficiency is survival’s best friend,
and consciousness nude, is the epitome of efficiency.
    (“Are you trying to say that Enlightenment is simply consciousness stripped?”
Even if that were the intent, saying it to normally encumbered consciousness
is a waste of time; it simply cannot hear it through all those layers of thought-attire.
Life in this universe must act as haberdasher  –  and men are its special models;
all creatures sport its external clothing, but only man, its unseen machinations,
manifest in him as consciousness.
    “No wonder,” mused an awakened man, “I feel so pretty.”)
 
 
 

A father so advised a son:
“The so called known-dangers that haunt men’s second reality
have two features significant to the likes of us:
first: they present no real danger, and second:
they are not known (that is: understood) to begin with.
You can be killed by the subway, but not by subterranean demonic forces.”
    (“Okay mister know-it-all: how about the psychological subway trains
        in your own mind!  –  how about all the damage they can do!?  –
        how do answer that?!   –   yeah, what do you say to that!?
          O, you’ll have to excuse me now, I hear my train coming.”)
If your consciousness is only as you were born with,
and you live in the land-of-grimm, then giants can come crashing down from the sky, and wolves can blow your house down.
In man’s mental only realm, all worlds come with their built in features  –
which (miraculously) always fit perfectly.
    (“That’s why I keep telling you that Heaven & Paradise undoubtedly exist!  –
       the clear proof being that not one religion describes the place as resembling
  Pittsburgh or Liverpool  --   coincidence?  –   I think not.”)
When all crows agree on the nature of honesty  –  then so does honesty be,
(in of course, the kingdom of crows).
    “Pa pa: where does a man-who-knows live?”
“Certainly, not-on-a-map.”
 
 
 

Humans have heroes because they want to believe there are people who
are better than they are;
if you believe this, you have no understanding of man and what’s going on.
 
 
 

Notes a chap:
“Funny thing about life in prison:
even when you’re alone  –   you have someone to talk to.”
 
 
 

In man’s second reality (under everyday city conditions),
having nothing-to-live-for is about the same as otherwise.
Upon hearing this, some pessimists suddenly experienced such an electrical jolt
that they momentarily ceased to resemble their own reflection, and upon learning of this some gods exclaimed: “May the humans have mercy on us!”
and to help relieve the tension, we turn to our Inner Urban Dictionary
for a timely definition: Taxes: The taking from men of that which is of no real value
so as to divert their attention from what is actually being withheld.
    (“I must say: I have never heard thoughts metaphorically referred to as taxes  --
      and I do not believe I like it  --  even if I understood it --   probably.”)
This is tricky to grasp in that (from the nervous-system-rebel’s perspective):
the addition of life’s normally-provided-thoughts to one’s consciousness
subtracts from its efficacy.
    (“But that is just for those few anomalies, correct?!”)

For the few: Not all questions deserve a response;
all questions however are sitting targets for a response that will annihilate them,
(even if it is just silence).
    “That is strange (is it not, pa pa) how in some instances,
      nothing is the solution to everything?!”
“Not when the instance occurs in a man trying-to-get-to-the-bottom-of-things.”
 
 
 

Conversation.
“My least favorite senses are hearing and thought  --  and you know why?  --
‘cause they're the only two that are passive.”
    “Thinking's not one of the senses.”
“To me it is, and my comment still holds.”
 
 
 

When queried about the significance of this or that thing in the physical world,
men will commonly have no opinion, but when asked about the importance of
any matter in their mentally conceived, cultural world,
they will always express a vigorous pro or con feeling.
(This is of no interest to the special-investigator?)
 
 
 

For his birthday, the ole man gave the kid this celebratory  wrapped message:
“Honor consciousness  –  screw everything else  –   literally!  –
‘cause if it ain’t part of consciousness (and’s not something to eat) then that’s what it’s for.
Learn early: Don’t waste consciousness’ time  –  that’s its only resource.”
 
 
 

One man calls his self: Mortician To The Big Shots (even though he's not in the funeral business).
 
 
 

As he began to get his own individual grasp on the nature of man’s second reality,
one fellow mused:
“Is there the slightest possibility that the reality man perceives here
expands to fill the needs of his intellect?”

The Distinction.
The nervous-system-rebel keeps tinkering with his consciousness until it expands
 to the point of driving out the second-reality-based-thoughts normal to man.

Never give-as-good-as-you-get  --  not unless it may cause you to get
even better stuff next time around.

Never offer to buy a gun that’s pointed at you.

Never trust the Rinse cycle of your washer.

Never ask a dog that’s foaming at the mouth if he’s seen your kitty.

Never shout at a surly waiter holding a hand grenade:
“Do you know who the hell I am!”

Never, after the age of fifty, expect your father to get-you-out-of-this-one.

Never demand of a disoriented social worker: “Do you know who the hell you are!?”

Never put in a fresh quarterback  –   not while the crowd is watching.

Never scream at a nude and agitated choir director:
“Do you know who the hell anybody is!?”

Never ask a mass murderer for his thought-of-the-day.

Never pay Extra for batteries (and never put Tab A into Slot B).

Never return anyone’s call  –   and I mean ANYONE’S!

Never use recycled figs.

Never appear to be overly patriotic in the middle of a battlefield,
or in an enemy’s field hospital.

Never gladly return anything you rightfully found or stole.

Never expect anything from a god you can’t see.

Never look-up a word you don’t already know.

Never laugh at your superiors  --  no matter what  (not out loud).

Never purchase an expensive piece of jewelry whose primary fashion-statement
is built around tinfoil.

Never give-the-time-of-day to anyone who can’t do-you-some-good.

Never demand that a guillotine operator: “prove it!”

Never batten-down-the-hatches until you’ve given-them-fair-warning,
(and sufficient time to clean-up-their-act).

Never let yourself be unduly-influenced by influences.

Never read the Introduction, Preface or Directions to anything.

Never contribute to the Insect Resettlement Program.

Never in a foreign country admit you understand a single word of their language.

Never expect anyone to get-it-right-the-first-time (even a man in a nice suit).