A Tale.
On a dark night, in the castle up on the hill,
a voice whispered to the young Count:
“Once I am gone, then you as my sole heir will be completely in charge,”
and the lad cried out: “Does this mean that you, my father, are about to die?”
And the voice replied: “I am not your father  –  I am your consciousness.”
And at that very instant as he was being struck by the fullness of the human potential for intangible expansion, the people in the village below unwittingly turned their heads upward toward the mountain fortress.
Civilization takes no prisoners as it marches forward  --
since behind, it leaves nothing aprês coup comprehensible.
 
 
 

The Math Of Man.
Critics believe that the majority of men are fools;
this puts them in the world’s largest club.
 
 
 

Another example of how men learn from their consciousness
(that is: another picture of consciousness doing what it does right under men’s noses) is how one group gets another group to nominally accept that they make their women cover themselves from head to foot for religious reasons rather than for what is actually at the base of it: men’s fear that their woman will be taken from them
by another man if he ever sees how beautiful she is.
Via consciousness, this is one of life’s primo gambits:
having humans offer a reason for some purely human behavior –
which is ridiculous on its face  –
and reciprocally causing other humans to accept it.
    (“I resent that: I can’t deny it  –  but I resent it!” muttered some voice.)
 
 
 

Some men engage in primary, physical reality which the collective deems perverted because of their inability to find a secondary activity in which they fit.
Even though men only become civilized from the neck up,
the upper stories of some structures found in the city forever remain unfinished,
as per its prevailing building codes and standards.
“Can the ground blame its wetness on the skies!”
    “Why not  –  everyone else does.”
One guy once had a personal motto: “Never ask more than you really want to know”  –   but he finally abandoned it.
 
 
 

At one time, all kids know the-answer (to wit: “Because”),
but through necessary city efforts and facilities, they learn their way out of it.
 
 
 
 

A father said to a son:
“Feel free to walk away from any sentence that begins: ‘I’m the kind of person who…’ for there’s no need to hear any more; the person has already told you
all you need to know about them.”
(Then he added: “You can also note that anyone who talks about man’s imperfections, understands nothing.”)
 
 
 
 

One man's consciousness (when speaking of him) often refers to him as:
 “the fantastic me,” (explaining that most of the people who know him
are simply too shy to do it).
 
 
 

One man says that whenever he’s asked his occupation he’s always tempted to say:
“North wind.”  (This due to the fact that his brother has already taken: “Magnetism.”)
 
 
 

The guiding principle of the creatures on one planet seems aptly wrapped up
in their favorite aphorism: “If the cups were larger –  they would hold more.”
(Their neighbors feel they have a lot to learn                                  [or else much to teach.])
 
 
 

City men think that because they can shout  words that offend other men,
they have mental freedom.
 
 
 

A kid told the ole man that he had decided: “Trying seriously to wake-up will either: wake you up, or drive you crazy,”  (and the elder assured him not to worry about it).
 
 
 

Just before everyone understands a new idea  –   no one understands it.
 
 
 

One man gives his permission for stories to be written about him  –
as long as he is not identified by name, his voice is disguised,
and he is shown only in darkened silhouette.
(“Shouldn’t he be taking this up with his consciousness?”)
 
 
 

If you make your voice pretend to sound sincere,
then those who seek the sound of sincerity, will find you sincere.
 
 
 

There was once a ruler who seemed to pretty well grasp the whims and ephemerae
of the people as evidenced by his private references to his self as:
“The King Of Make-Do.”
(When the populace eventually learned of this, they all wanted to call themselves this also.)
 
 
 

Moving About Vs Going Somewhere.
Simply pacing-back-and-forth will not take you to either back or forth.
No matter how grand you may speak of travel, or how expressive be your supporting hand gestures and body language, if your foot is nailed to the floor,
you have a  locomotion problem.
 
 
 

As opposed to the political ad claims of those successful in the ordinary world,
the man who awakens never remembers where-he-came-from.
 
 
 

One man said: “The older I get, the less sure I am that anything is impossible
in the incorporeal reality, singular to man.”
(In response, his partner suggested he try saying that while making a wildly silly face, and see how he feels about the matter then.)
 
 
 

Sensing the kid getting carried away by his philosophical, poetic flights,
the ole man advised:
“Don’t get too concerned over holding-up-a-mirror to life  –
it’s seen it all already.”

At the end of his performance, a matron commented:
“Young man, I understand that not everyone can be original  –   but you could have kept quiet.”
 
 

Wearing a bell around your neck will keep someone awake.