A father said to a son:
“Men involved in solving the case have in the past spoken of there being a
time-for-everything, and also of a favorable-moment, and I would contemporaneously point your attention to the fact that there is another time always coexisting with
man’s apparent present;
sometimes for no discernible reason, ordinary people will momentarily slip therein,
but for the few, the only practical use thereof comes from knowing about it
and finding for yourself how to willfully move internally from one time to the other.
It can save your life, save your mind, and save you from sleeping through the
Third Act Finale.”
 
 

One man walked into his backyard and declaimed to the trees and shrubs:
“After a lengthy and detailed scrutiny of man and the convoluted workings
of his mind, I have come to the startling conclusion that (get ready):
EFFECTS BEAR A DISTURBING RESEMBLANCE TO CAUSES!”
    (“I do wish he would not scream at us like that,” said a fern,
“Plus, I do not understand his surprise, since causes bear such a striking resemblance to effects,” noted a poplar.
And after hearing this last comment, the fern [not for the first time] felt perplexed by
the poplar’s intellectual popularity.)
 
 

Dialogue Regarding: Instructions & Getting-There.
“Direction comes through words  –   understanding, by silence.”
    (“So if I’m hearing you correctly: talking and speculating about the road between
here-&- there may get you started, but such noise sustained for too long
can bar you ever arriving?   Is that about it?!”)
“On one planet, advertisements say: ‘Four Out Of Five Linguists Can’t Drive.’ ”
    “But on another world ‘tis claimed that ninety per cent of mechanics are
functionally non verbal.”  (And the fern became fidgety, feeling his material was
being filched. “Nay, I should be the one upset,” injected the popular.
[And a school nurse passing by the back fence reflected on how UNpopular most injections are.])
 
 

One tribe of people is held together by their belief in the sanctity & supernatural power of a certain object, their reverence of which has two features: one is that the sacred object must be covered at all times and no villager can ever look upon it,
and second is that the priest in whose custody it is entrusted is not allowed to ever say whether he has looked at it or not.
 
 

As he free lancingly picked up trash from city park, a chap proffered:
“It seems to me that while it may safely be said that ordinary men live as they must, (striving, failing, praying, cursing, and doing good and evil as they perceive them), those struggling to get-to-the-bottom-of-things must somehow stand outside these processes so natural to man,” and as he reached for a candy wrapper, added softly, “though I’m stymied as to how this can be done.”
 
 

What ordinary men see as a supernatural reality (god) to be worshipped,
those seeking to solve the case see as a state of consciousness to be realized.
 
 

The only inner reality available to ordinary men & consciousness is invented, subjective, and useless  --  in truth for the few, worse than useless  –   blinding, crippling, and mentally disabling.
(But then again for the scant: What else is new!)
 
 

Conversation.
“The difference between actual metaphysical discoveries and fake ones is that
the fake ones become famous, systematized  and remembered.”
    “But isn’t them becoming so what turns them into fakes?!”
“Very good.”
   (“Okay; I don't fully comprehend what I just said, but I'll take your word for it.”)
 
 

On the wall of his imaginary office one unconventional private-I has a sign:
“Not Only Is The Matter I Investigate A Complete Mystery To Everyone Else,
But So My Methods.”
(Note: If they made-sense to the ordinary, they wouldn't do the job.)
 
 

Discourse Dealing With: Good & Evil.
“If the latter existed, it would not be as sin but as ignorance,
for if a man were able to fully foresee all the possible consequences of his deeds
he would never commence those which in advance he recognizes he will
ultimately regret.”
    “But is it not possible that everything a man might do could eventually
      cause effects he will regret?!”
“Now do you see why such foresight is denied man!?”
The night elevator operator pondered between floors:
“Have you ever noticed that everything in the Special Investigator’s File
that absolutely explains something which men ordinary find inexplicable is,
from any routine verbal/intellectual perspective sort of.....spooky, no,
that’s not the right word.....weird-sounding…..no, that’s not it.....well, how ‘bout this: Based on normal expectations, the descriptions of the things he uncovers (actually invents)just don’t sound right;  your everyday ears & mind immediately say:
‘That can’t be correct!’  --  and as he stopped at the fourth floor, added:
“I for one just LOVE it.”
(And the camera up in the right hand corner cogitated:
“How can you not love it when you are witness to a part of your own mind’s ignorance being completely blown away.”)
 
 

More Reflections Referring To Religion.
Mechanical rituals offer machine-like results.
    (“Hey  –   if I wanted a deity that had anything original to say to me,
       I’d be trying to change the condition of my consciousness like you so-called,
       inner-detectives.           Get outta here.”)
 
 

Conversation II: Concerning Spoilage.
“Meaningful metaphysical discoveries are good for.....maybe a week.”
    “Meaningful to the person who discovered them, you mean,?!”
“Right, and invented them, you mean?!”
    “Right.”
“Right all around.”

If a man awake to what is really going on revealed to an ordinary person
what he understands about their beliefs  --   they would both be the worse.
 
 

The Inner Private Investigator & Cracking The Mystery.
The Grand Undertaking To Solve The Case begins as a great struggle,
the unrealized intent of which is to reveal to a man that all struggle is meaningless
and impossible  –   (or if you’d prefer a different description):
The Grand Undertaking To Solve The Case is for the purpose of
awakening a man to the fact that illusory struggle was in the first instance,
the cause of his sleep and dreams that things are mysterious.
The problematic physician in the office down the hall, as he sat in the dark with his
after hours, personal consultant, G. Dickle, pondered:
“Is so-called, confusion an actual condition external to man,
or is it some up-‘til-now undiagnosed infection of the inside of men’s eye lids?”
And outside his window on the ledge, a group of pigeons began to sing:
      “We’re off to see the liver,
        the wonderful liver of god,”
the insinuation, we suppose being that realized-consciousness-as-god will filter out
all the meaningless impurities that men’s ordinary thoughts impute to reality.
“You know,” noted a transient roach, “supposin’ must be a truly marvelous thing
to humans,” then scurried to make the elevator before the door closed.
 
 

The owner of one carnival replaced all the horses on the carousel with unicorns
to remind riders of the illusory nature of all circular sojourns.
 
 

One guy says that a nice feature of being of ordinary consciousness is that while you don’t understand what is going on with life at least you’re not at all aware of it,
(like you might be if you were even a little less dense and routine).
If you’re going to live in the city you should never forget that wonderful graffito
once found over there: “Ignorance Is Its Own Reward,”
(though you might care to replace the final word).
By the way: A new bit of urban minutiae was recently discovered on an urn fragment: “The errors of an awakened man’s consciousness are the errors of god, nature,
and life itself  (likewise for the sleeping).”
And a visiting blanket salesman noted:
“Now that’s what does my heart and other large organs good:
a statement that by gawd: Just-about-covers-it.”
 
 

Closing Soliloquy.
“As I leaned back in the battered old swivel chair I remarked:
‘It’s not what you know that allows you to solve the case  –
but what you have personally discovered for yourself.’
    ‘But is that fair?’
‘Real men my dear don’t deal in fair  –   only results,’
then I stood, pulled out my piece and shot her square between the eyes/I’s,
finally releasing us both from that useless verbal tango.
Then I headed for the empty elevator shaft for the ultimate dropping-out-of-sight.” *
 
 

* "Wow! dodo  --  is that what: trying-to-solve-the-case is like or what!"