Confab.
“It is truly surprising what an impressive front you can put up
when you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Well sure  –   you HAVE to!”
Adage Update.
In the city, necessity is the mother of all pretension.
Maxim Modification.
“I kant  –   therefore I feign I kan.”
    (“Hey!” says the city, “that’s all I ask.”
But the certain man’s consciousness is aware of what occurs when all the oxygen is sucked out of a space, even if the activity is labeled: that’s-all-that’s-being-asked.
To the nervous-system-rebel, there is no distinction between being a little asleep,
and a whole lot so.
This is why, in the jungle of the few, fleas are never mistaken for elephants:
in there  –   EVERYTHING is elephants:
that’s what makes it simple and straightforward  –  everything is elephants.
    “Hey.....hold on a second....I may be getting this one:
It’s difficult to clear a barn of fleas, but not so of elephants  –   is that it?”)
 
 
 

Wrapping up his remarks, said the speaker to the assembled:
“And before I go, I would be remiss if I did not
 
 
 

After listening to a self important chap’s screed, someone wryly remarked:
“In some quarters I’m sure you could pass for intelligent,” to which the man replied:
“In some quarters EVERYONE can.”
(An eavesdropping cat said to her self: “And the point is?”)
 
 
 

Conversation.
“What’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard?”
    “Consciousness.”
 
 
 

The only emotions worthy the nervous-system-rebel
are those which others cannot divine.
 
 
 

For a while, one man was concerned about his frequent headaches  –
but once he got a good gander at the workings of his consciousness,
he was surprised they weren’t worse.
 
 
 

Staying in tune with today’s always-on-the-go life style,
one man has come out with a compact travel version of his self.
(“The better to slip me in with,” he says.)
 
 
 

Conversation II.
“What’s the most humorous thing you’ve ever seen in action?”
    “Consciousness.”
 
 
 

Once you are fully functional in the nervous-system-rebel’s method of investigation you will discover a certain surprising  phenomenon:
Almost everything you look at will to some extent, look back at you.
(Twice the efficiency  –  twice the fun.)
 
 
 

Some men gathered and decided: “We must save the planet.”
The planet thought: “What is this I feel  –  have I got fleas?”
(Notice: This is NOT about thoughts and consciousness!)
 
 
 

Dialogue.
“Will the people ever realize that those in power (whether royalty, the religious,
or elected officials) will always be gangsters?”
    “Nope –  that’s not the arrangement.”
 
 
 

One guy who had a distinct resistance to attempts to sell him stuff
puzzled over whether it would be neater to be filthy rich and still not buy
all the promoted consumer items, or be so poor that you’re not be able to?
(That is correct: this story too has nothing to do with consciousness.)
 
 
 

On one world an elder confided to a younger:
“The most frustrating problem to life here is that while there are plenty of people
to tell you what-to-do  --  there’re none to make you do it.”
(And they both had a good cry.)
 
 
 

Bunco Battle News.
It don't get more serious than the mental act of taking-sides.
 
 
 

On his schedule, one man has his self penciled in.
 
 
 

The less its significance  --  the more passionate will be the fight thereover.
 
 
 

Conversation III.
“Okay  –  then what’s most amusing about consciousness itself?”
    “Being conscious of it.”
 
 
 

Every time he hears another human make some grandiose, seriously dire statement, one man’s private reaction is always the same: “Don’t make me laugh.”
 
 
 

In what may prove to be a major break-through (of some sort)
one city pharmaceutical laboratory has announced the discovery of
how to make the brain produce dandruff for itself directly.
And someone writes to Mr. City:
“DearMr. City: What is the difference between a: man-on-a-mission,
and a man-on-an-errand?”
    “My Dear Sir: It's all a matter of intermediaries.”
“Dear Mr. City: Is your response actually about consciousness and thought?”
     “Ah Dear Sir  –   you caught me.”
“Well if that’s so, then you’re not really Mr. City:
he wouldn’t say anything so potentially disruptive to the mental public peace.”
     “Whoa Sir!  –   you are FAR too sharp for me: I am truly found out.”
(The correspondent was about to ask the respondent who he really was  –
then quickly concluded that he didn’t actually want to know.)
 
 
 

Among the ordinary: jokes are camouflaged complaints.
 
 
 

In the city the primo comforter of both body and soul is habit  –   just habit:
nothing more is required, and nothing less will do.
(Except for the rebel and his consciousness, of course.
    Curiously enough: in the land of no-habit-at-all, there is no, “of course.”)
 
 
 

The more did one man persist in going by the name: Whispering Jack Evans,
the louder did he talk.
 
 
 

One fellow pondered the following:
“Which really is the weirdest: being alive, or being conscious that you are?”
(A sporting question of which he never tired.)
 
 
 

And now our brand new proverb for the day:
Seriousness is to understanding as urine is to a garden:
who knows!?  –  if you water it long enough with such, some flowers might sprout?!?
(And seventeen extremely solemn people said they would write to complain about this story.....
.....if they could find a pencil.)
 
 
 

A man with good ears will never lose his consciousness  –
he can always hear its mooing.
 
 
 

One guy's private pet name for his self: The Incredible Rutman!
 
 
 

A father said to a son:
“It’s okay to grin-and-bear-it  –  but better still to just grin.”
 
 
 

In the beginning, one man (same as everyone else) thought:
“This is between me and other people,”
then went to believing: “This is between me and life,”
then progressed to seeing it as being: “Between me and my consciousness,”
but has now reached a position where, in the preceding quote,
the words: “me, and,” and “my” have been dropped.