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Everyone
hears The Voice
-- but no one knows what it is.
(Well,
only a few.)
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A
Tale.
In
the race of biorobots who ruled one planet,
the
machinery that served as their brain had two operating positions:
Fully
Automatic, and another one (which none of them used –
since
it was not self-propelled and required attention –
they
may have been robots but they were no fools).
Everyone
is
their consciousness – though,
everyone
feels they are in partnership with
their consciousness;
to
be enlightened & liberated is to no longer suffer this illusion.
“Everybody
has at least one magnum opus in them.”
“For real?”
“No!
– not for real.”
Anyone
who takes the trouble to say that they disagree with what some other person
has said on a certain matter, doesn’t understand anything that matters.
“Only buzzards that fly in the sea,
make the squawks of interest to me.”
Fleas
with no aversion to plagiarism can make a fortune off an elephant.
Graffito
Found.
“While
a man with one eye can only see half of you –
he’ll
see that half twice as good.”
After
it struck a man:
“If
you’re honest, you don’t feel the need to try to appear
honest,”
just
for a moment – he toyed with the same idea regarding being
awake.
Says
one guy regarding how the justice of things could work:
“A
man too poor to buy his own drink
doesn’t
deserve to be upset enough to want someone to buy
him a drink.”
An
old timer nudged a small visiting nephew:
“Have
you noticed that when someone offers another person advice
they
invariably do so in a whiney voice?”
Another
Tale.
The
prodigiously puffed-up liege proclaimed:
“It
is our sacred duty to steadfastly repeat that which we have already done,
and
to studiously avoid any future that contains personal change.”
So
spake the common people’s stupedious Anti
King.
(As he read of
this in the paper the next day at breakfast, one villager mused:
“A bit of early
morn irony does not un-well go with one’s conventional corn flakes.”)
Definitions.
Questions:
Processes.
Answers:
Things-specific.
(Not
unlike the universal and the local.)
It’s
told of one rebel camp where if you sought entry you were required to
undergo
interrogation wherein you were asked a single question about yourself,
and
if you attempted in any fashion to answer same, you were summarily turned
away.
The
only study proper in man’s second reality is OF the second reality, (correction):
The only study possible
in man’s second reality is of that realm.
Urban
Lit.
In
the city: eighty-nine per cent of non fiction is fiction.
(In the Arts
and
Social Sciences sections it approaches
ninety-eight per cent.)
Humans
must act like humany stuff is not only important,
but
that it even has any significance at all.
In
what might prove to be either a boon or a bane (or both)
to
either an optimist or a pessimist (or both),
one
man serves up this observation:
“Into each life,
some life must fall.”
Just
as women certainly understand sex, but not men’s experience of it, neither
can those of ordinary consciousness ever comprehend what it’s like to be
otherwise.
A
rebel camp that publicly attempts to define what it is –
ain't.
Report
From The Inner Winter Olympics.
A
man with elephant feet can leap as high as he wants to.
When
he saw a playbill for: Cat On
A Hot Tin Roof one guy thought:
“Oh!
– a play about my special consciousness!”
One
fellow noted to his inner partner:
“Every
time you feel that someone has done you wrong,
by
way of keeping count you could say to yourself: ‘X²’.
”
His
intangible reflection reflected on this for a sec, then asked:
“Couldn’t I just as well say: ‘green’?”
“Sure
– that’s just as good.”
Language
has its own genetic code,
laced
throughout with emotional DNA.
(“Among ordinary people, you mean?!”)
As
the old folks used to say:
“The
only good
partner is a GOOD
partner.”
J
One
local ruler instructed his neural guards:
“Any
time you see a man with no fear – shoot him!”
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The
following comes from a little known collection of writings:
“Big
Earl's Big Compendium Of Ostensibly Specious Knowledge:
Or:
A Deconstruction Of Man's Intangible Reality By One Hardly Qualified,
(Or
Perhaps Too Much So?!?)”
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Men
in great demand as public speakers and social commentators
lay
awake at night wondering what
the morrow will bring.
In desperation, Mongol warriors used to throw their ears at one another.
Trees can walk -- they just don't have anywhere to go.
Psychiatrists know what's wrong with people -- but just won't tell us.
Classical music is somebody's idea of a joke.
If
you shake your sexual organs at a wild animal you're liable to be in for
a
rude
awakening.
The Big Boys have known how to cure cancer for a long time now.
If you believed all the stuff you read in the papers and see on tv, you'd be heartbroken.
The Earth is actually triangular.
Most pelicans are sore losers.
Anyone who believes in life after death will buy aluminum siding.
Girls who win a major beauty contest live extremely miserable lives from there on.
A document-of-understanding spells out the details of the misunderstanding.
Many people pretend to be wanted criminals just to get attention.
If you sneak up behind a priest and pull up his dress real quick he'll holler: “Oi veh!”
If you go way out in the middle of most oceans, they're not all that deep.
Men only become architects because they can't think of anything else to do.
Elevators don't actually go anywhere.
If it weren't for women -- those hotsy-totsy stores wouldn't sell shit.
All
empty boxes actually have things in them, but they disappear when
you
open them real fast.
The Masons don't know anything special -- that's why they're so secretive.
If 2 and 2 equals four, then why doesn't 4 and 4 equal two? -- ah HAH!
High morals -- low intelligence.
The less there is to do, the more you will leave undone.
People who wear glasses don't really need them.
Trains in Italy only run one way.
If you could teach a snake tricks you'd make a fortune.
People who still write with a real fountain pen are afraid of something.
There's
really no need to send the money companies ask for their catalogs;
they
just do it to see how many dolts will actually pay.
If you crawl inside an active volcano & come back out -- what a tale you'll have to tell.
Banks have no idea what they're doing.
At least obesity won't rub off on you.
World
leaders periodically get together to sign peace agreements just so they
can
get
out of town for a few days.
Iceland is not really an island -- it's a dried whale.
If
you go around telling everyone that you're left handed --
pretty
soon you'll forget how to throw a ball.
For
every action --
there is an explanation,
(and
actions and explanations can never occur simultaneously).
People
who smile-in-the-face-of-death
are nuts --
(or blind).
B.E.
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In the spirit of equity
it may be our responsibility to report that the International Society
Of Perfectly Normal Persons registers
strong exception to Big Earl's
(as they phrase it): "Uncalled for ridicule of man."
JAN'S
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