Writes a chap: “Frequently you hear people say they are afraid they are,
losing-their-mind, my question is: Why do they think they found one to begin with? P.S. This inquiry was not originally as sarcastic as it may now sound on paper.
Yours Sincerely,” etc.
Thoughts come and go  –   but consciousness is forever.
Then asks another fellow: “But what good does framing matters thusly do
for an ordinary person? If on the sea floor is written extraordinary information,
how is a land resident with sight appropriate ever to access same & benefit thereby?
The endless waves and turbulence of thoughts would have to cease
for a man to ever see the permanence of consciousness underlying them.”
Man’s singular and defining feature is consciousness,  yet it is the only activity
in which a man can be involved without being conscious of it; a man cannot run, fight, eat, be angry, fearful, sad or anything else men normally do without him being
aware of what he is doing  –   but his consciousness operates totally beyond his control, desire, scripting and awareness;
if he is asked about this, a man will pause, cut his eyes upward for a moment,
then reply: “Certainly I am aware of my consciousness, and am responsible therefor  –   who else?!”  -- and yet no one knows what they are going to say or think next,
and no one can face then admit this inarguable fact.
You may as well point out to a dead man who imagines he is alive, that he is dead,
or a slug that he’s slimy.
 
 
 

One jazz fan reflected that allowing consciousness to be taken over by thoughts
is like: “Ugh!  –  giving-the-bass-player-some.”
 
 
 

Useful City Minutiae.
The older the neighborhood  –  the more seriously are taken its institutions.
(Don’t even THINK about thinking about this pertinent your thinking!)
But still (clearly relevant thereto) a man asks:
“How long do you have to be dead to qualify as being old among the deceased?”
(And again: Don’t even THINK about thinking about how this might apply to
the relationship between thoughts and consciousness.)
 
 
 

Progeny Update.
Not only do words speak  –   but always their children as well.
(Allegedly there was once a secret band of men dedicated to making that symbolic inner journey in consciousness from the natural here to the extraordinary there,
who amongst themselves, referred to their activity by the name:
Is There No END To This?!  [Which outsiders couldn’t determine was intended sardonically or not.])
 
 
 

An ordinary man’s conscious life is like being part of a six billion person
tug-of-war cum fishnet;
the unconventional situation in the certain man’s head is that his consciousness becomes like a solitary, slippery eel-rope tied to nothing.
 
 
 

One music promoter featured his self as often as possible.
    (“If I don’t remember to  –  who will?!”  –  noted this agent of consciousness.)
 
 
 

Conversation.
“Nothing makes me feel quite as good as drugs and alcohol.”
    “And smart, too!”
“Yeah.  I bet you that all the world’s great thinkers were at least closet drinkers.”
    “For sure.”
“They had to be.”
    “Man! –  it’s really neat knowing you.”
“Same here.”
    “I’d rather just sit and talk with you more than most anything else in life.”
“Me too.”
    “Wanna go have a drink?”
“Sure.”
Fact: There is nothing in human existence to equal The Inner Partnership.
 
 
 

One man says the way consciousness normally operates
(employing only the thoughts that automatically come to it)
strikes him as being like a radio talk show that consist solely of
endless commercials, PSA’s and promos for the show  –
with the promised program itself never actually appearing.
    (“God! but that nails it!” gasps someone tuned in.)
 
 
 

Looking over his medical history, the doctors appeared surprised he was still alive  –  which moved the man to wonder how his cells felt about it  –
and caused him a mite of disappointment again that they can’t speak
(well, the ones of instant interest).
 
 
 

Dialogue.
“What is more comical than hearing deposed royalty explain their self?!”
    “Hearing replaced consciousness do so      (if it could).”
 
 
 

A pianist suggested to a drummer:
“If you really want to see into the connection between emotions and intellect,
examine the fact that nothing engenders hatred like religion
(which in all its varieties professes love to be its core),
not politics, culture, race, or nationalism  –  religion.
Without cynicism, ponder this fact.”
 
 
 

Residential Floor Plans & Related Activities.
The kitchen  –   the bathroom: fill ‘er up  –  clean ‘er out;
thoughts  –   consciousness: same deal (for the few).
 
 
 

All communiqués from one man are a trick.
   (“Does his name begin with, C?”)
 
 
 

The promotion of self (for those lacking one) can prove quite frustrating.
 
 
 

Puzzled a guy: “What are the odds of turning on the radio and they be playing
one of your favorite songs?” –  and his consciousness suddenly reacted:
“Hey, don’t look at me!  –  how’d I know anything about something like that!”
(And coltrane added: “I don’t take no lift that has monk at the lever.”)
 
 
 

One way to discern that someone is not enlightened is that they believe
their method of achieving same is in some way superior to others claiming similarly.
    (“By the by pa pa: why would a real deal man be interested in whether someone
       was enlightened or not?”
“He wouldn’t.”)
 
 
 

One radio devotee opines that ordinary thought is to consciousness
as public service announcements are to entertainment.
 
 
 

And now (pertinent to the allegory of an inner journey on the metaphysical Orient Express)
the tenor player presents our: Joke For The Day.
“No one actually knows in advance how to get from Paris to Istanbul  –
all you know for certain is that you are there when you get there; only afterwards
can you mentally backtrack and make potentially helpful observations thereabout.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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