A man who knows-the-answer is never heard to say to someone speaking to him: “That’s a very good question.”
(Maybe because they never are, not compared to the ones he’s asked himself.
    “If I am going to lie --  it won’t be to someone else.”)
 

When he heard a show that advertised it featured: “Astounding Medical Deformities, Abnormalities, Irregularities and Freaks,” a man leaped to his feet and shouted:
“So where are my royalty checks?!”
 

The primary reality takes actions for words,
while man’s second reality takes words for actions,
and seems to figure that eventually actions will come around to its way of thinking.
 

A man in a position of collective authority who, in his public comments,
tries to speak-sincerely will not long be in such a position.
(You do not get appointed tour guide in bunny land, and then describe the sights
in alligator.)
And on an unrelated topic, one consciousness said:
“I didn’t come all this way just to hear me talk.”
 

Standing, glass raised high, one man declares:
“I will accept no gibberish before its time.”
 

Periodically after the lad would say something (nothing in particular)
his ole man would give him a one eye brow lowered look and mutter:
“There’s a place where you would instantly regret having said that.”
(Which always put the boy seriously off balance for a bit.
[You figure that was the intent of it?])
 

One guy is now trying to arrange his life so that increased needs will equal
increased deeds.
(“The-less-tolerance-I-have-for-my-ordinariness kind of thing,” he elaborates.)
 

On a clear day, as he sat under the cool shadow of a rebel’s thought patterns,
a man reflected:
“Even if you adopt the apparent worst-case-scenario approach:
that life is just some sort of joke,
you’re still left with the heartening fact that you are able to refer to it as a joke.”
(He wanted to laugh, but was afraid it would kill him.)
 

Hormones can add,
  blood can subtract,
    but only neurons can multiply.
    (“Why do you think consciousness gets to sit on top?!” sniffs the brain.)
 

When it’s all said and done  –  some people still won’t accept it.
(Oh! –  the headline to this story was supposed to have been:
“Concerning Everything In The Intangible Realm.”)
 

The public world’s collective and indigenous view is:
“If I was meant to know what is going on  –  I would have been born knowing.”
 

Conversation.
“Every time a human whines  –   an angel's hair catches fire.”
    “I don’t believe that’s true.”
“Well...........it should be.”
 

The primary reality takes actions for actions;
  man’s second reality takes words for actions;
    the certain man’s consciousness takes care.
 

The only truthful thing you can say about something hidden in the closet is that:
it is in the closet.
 

One guy told everybody in the world not to fuck-with-him!  –
everybody that is except people just like him.
(The headline to this one should have said: “This Is A News Story?!”)
 

If you know what to think and still don’t think it,
then you don’t really know what to think.
 

A sincere man pretends to care.
 

When he heard the amount that the state spends a year on each prisoner,
one man was at first astounded that the figure was more than he spent on his self --
but after a few seconds of mulling  –
and applying it to his own consciousness' situation   –
it all made perfect sense.
 

Says one man: “Trouble comes in pairs!  –   just look at me.”
 

The ole man sat ‘em both down and said to the kid:
“By now you should realize the costly folly of being critical of ordinary people
and their ideas concerning man’s intangible realm” (to which the lad nodded his agreement)
“but rather than just trying not to be, consider this approach:
Assume that behind their serious faces, they’re all grinning like possums
and are totally insincere in everything they’re saying:
not only is this NOT technically incorrect  –   it works!        Which solidifies its validity.”
He then stood and said:
“Now go take your consciousness for a walk.”
(Sometimes the kid was so happy to be the kid and the beneficiary of
the ole man’s insight, that he’d damn near burst his mental britches in delight.)
 

A Universal Law (As Manifest Locally).
Those with pea brains will seldom admit it.
(Instant Revision: “…are unable to admit it.”)
 

If you know what to think and still don’t think it,
then you don’t really want to think.
 

Fact: He who stages the contest can call the winner.
Fact: No one wants to stage their own contest.
(No one that is, but a rebel.)