At a semi odd moment a man stopped and suddenly had the thought:
“What if nobody in the world is actually serious in what they say, and I’m the only one who is?!  (Especially in my criticism of all the dumb things other people say.)”
This later caused his cousin to consider: “What if there is a great conspiracy  –
and it’s on everybody!  –   then it would actually be on nobody,
(or at least it’d make it impossible for anyone to ever realize it).”
The special inner etiquette dictates that snakes without the decency to
swallow themselves  –  have no place to go.
 

A civilized someone says: “Man must make himself take time to stop and give respect to the natural world,” and other civilized people nod their agreement  –  then stop  –  look around, think whatever is appropriate for the moment:
an exemplary display of man at his civilized best but consider:
without the words “respect for nature” he would display none.
There would be no civilization without words.
Ponder the full implications and ramifications of that simple statement.
 

One guy bills his self as:
“The World’s Most Densely Packed, Free Standing Structure” --
and dares any reasonably sane person to disprove it.
 

Those who have opined that the imprint of nature is “changed-through-use”
miss the fuller vista which reveals that nature IS use.
(The dog bit the flea again to remind:
“Nothing can make sense ‘til you realize that life itself is alive.”
[And in disgust the flea slapped itself smartly on the forehead, right in the automatic-consciousness area.])
 

As Concerns Quoting.
One old sorehead (who says he’d prefer to be known as a philosopher, but who cares)
offers up this:
“Letting the words of another express what you profess to be your deepest-thoughts
is like letting a stranger wear and put the original wrinkles in your new silk suit.”
“Son,” said a father to same, “going through life on automatic is no way to live. (Although it is everyone’s normal way.)”

The more you talk about that same old thing, the older you get.
 

One man finally understood what is meant by the idea that everyone has a partner:
“It’s nothing other than consciousness on automatic,
(at least you realize it is whenever consciousness comes out of that mode).”
 

Graffito found on an abandoned forehead:
“All meaningful descriptions of man are artificial and arbitrary  –   except this one.”
 

A father advised a son:
“You cannot depend on your conscience-to-be-your-guide
if its guidelines came from sources outside yourself.”
 

Speaking through his usual representative, one man has announced that he is suspected of planning assaults on key areas of his consciousness.
 

Explanations dependent on sequence are fore runners of things-yet-to-sink.
City based titanics are built not of steel but of artificial logic (which is to say: verbal).
In a realm where four must follow five, many questions will remain unanswered.
(To make his point, a professor in city college’s Philosophy Department likes to say:
“If Pythagoras were alive today, his back taxes would be staggering!  –
simply staggering.”)

Partially revisiting an old proverb, a chap reflected:
“If the only good partner is a dead partner, then afterwards,
who would be left to enjoy the outcome?”

After a lengthy and often heated debate, the ole man stood, and with a cutting gesture of the hand said to the kid: “Look  –   you can talk all  you want to.”
 

And for all practical purposes one man has named his self:
“The First Guy, The Second Guy, and The Other Guy.”
 

The Great Secret could be reduced to simple math  –
but when so done  –   it would look like a blank wall.
A young lad mused: “While their reality is foolish,
I realize that adults have no choice but to take it seriously.”
 

When you have more thoughts than your consciousness has room to think  –
--  and you understand the situation  –  you may be onto something.
(“Yeah, but that’s always the pinecone in the salve: ‘if you understand the situation’.  Damn! –  why can’t I simply understand what’s going on without all that other stuff being necessary!”)
 

In one land, the Minister Of Communications stated:
“We need serious people to report the news, for serious does it be.”
    “Aw-w-w,” whined the King, “I wanted to say that.”
Moral: Don’t ever put anybody in charge of anything.
And the King’s brother mused: “No wonder it is so difficult to be a rebel  –
it’s impossible! (leastwise under the conditions here).”
Fact: Somebody is already in charge of everything.
A system with nothing new to report is a dead system.
Being dead is not the same as being finished.
    “Pa pa: how can you tell if a man who’s been trying-to-get-to-the-bottom-of-things
      is dead or not?”
“Well for damn sure you can’t ask him.”