One
man’s consciousness says: “I feel like a dog that has been banished to
the yard – a huge yard, so large in fact that I generally can’t
tell where I am (unless I am suddenly aware of this confused state
and then I instantly know where I am –
but
then almost immediately I get distracted and forget where I am and
– Wham!
–
I’m
out there again somewhere at loose ends --
lost --
unaware where I am,
and
unaware that I am.
You’ve
got to admit: this is a hellava lot for something as sweet and innocent
as me
to
have to put up with – don’t you?!”
* * *
At
a convention one psychiatrist said to another:
“What
could be more rewarding than hearing lectures about the latest
psychoactive
drugs!”
“Taking them.”
(With
these guys it’s sometimes difficult for you to tell if they are just joking
[sorry]
it's
difficult for them
to tell if they are joking.)
* * *
How
Normal Consciousness Operates.
Seen
from field level the game is defined by the two opposing teams engaged
therein;
the
action seems inseparable from the purpose, and in fact may
be the purpose;
someone
unfamiliar with the game up in a sky box however,
might
get a whole different take on the activity.
Without a finish line, no horse ever wins or loses;
only in the physical realm do finish lines exist;
in the neural world they are as elusive as is the purpose of the game
the mind has created.
(“Yes,
you've nailed it right there: the aim of culture is to be cultured;
the
joy of dreamland is being clothed in illusion;
the
comfort of being an out-of-control dog is that you never have to confront
the fact.
Yes
indeed: being constantly away from home is the only way to go,
[of
course it is about the only way consciousness CAN go
– but we’ll overlook
that.”])
* * *
“Hello?
– hello? – this is a voice speaking; can anyone hear
me?”
Now
isn’t that silly: why would a voice speak if no one was there to hear it!
(“Are you still stuck on talking about consciousness?”)
* * *
Show
Biz Again.
One
man hosts his own show – but he can’t tell you anything about
it –
he
doesn’t know anything about it – he never tunes in.
* * *
Internal
Medicine (Of A Sort) Again.
After
extensive exposure to the various bothersome and expensive treatments
for
cancer (none of which are exact, nor permanent) one man finally concluded:
“The
actual purpose of these procedures is to teach-you-a-lesson
for getting it” – then suddenly was struck: “Hey –
that’s a game the tumor got from consciousness. Pretty neat.”
* * *
On
one world, the final score is not based on the way the game is played
–
but
on the way it is scored.
(“Hey! – I know that place!” I’ll
bet you do.)
One
man entered a city swim meet –
and
learned that he had to furnish his own water. (Should
be no surprise there.)
* * *
Fleas need a hero.
* * *
A
Full Scientific Explanation.
“Television
and movies are stupid.”
“Do you watch them?”
“Yeah.”
“Then they’re no stupider than your consciousness.”
“Shit.”
* * *
A
guy opines: “One thing I’ll bet that waking-up
really
makes clear
is
that there is nothing you can do internally that is permanent.”
* * *
There
is no
freedom in the physical reality,
and
only illusory in the intangible.....which works out okay.....inasmuch as
(ah,
you know).
* * *
Whenever
things would go badly in one man’s life, the first thing he’d always do
is
laugh (knowing the humor in how it’s all going to turn out).
* * *
The
Athletics Involving Hormones & Neurons.
If
you don’t roll-with-the-flow
– you can die-from-the-dialogue.
* * *
The
Wondrous And Horrifying Truth.
Past
a certain non chronological age, you either keep moving or you die
–
while
still breathing and moving.
* * *
In
one place: the most tedious part of the game is the half-time break.
* * *
One
chap says he might join in the aroma-therapy
craze
if
it involved the smell of stilled-consciousness.
* * *
A nervous-system-rebel is like a vehicle in a tricycle race which secretly has
* * *
“Dear
Captain Irony: Among all the super
heroes, you are my absolute favorite,
and
you are the only one who will not respond to my letters.
Signed:
Much Confused (I
think).”
* * *
Even
lacking the sycophantic intrigues of a king’s actual Court: inside their
own brains everyday men remain toadies to their own automatic-consciousness.
(“Somewhat
surprising [and disappointing] how easily wimpy men
are when faced with the mind’s blustering illusion of themselves,” notes
General
Malfeasance.)
* * *
Fleas need a hero – elephants don’t.
* * *
Even
while the ordinary conceive of life as a ship that is going to eventually
sink – they yet never consider consulting with the sea.
There
is an equation that holds the key,
and
those who do not realize consciousness as a vital factor therein,
feel
they live with waves forever lapping at their feet.
* * *
Faced
with a crucial and challenging operation, a man asked a surgeon
under
consideration: “Do you have the arrogance necessary for this job?” –
and
when assurance of this was instantly forthcoming, he further inquired:
“Also
the ability to back it up?” – and when a long pause ensued,
the
man suddenly realized he was actually talking to his own consciousness.
* * *
At
the game as played in one place: the cheerleaders are everyone’s fears.
(One guy who got to the bottom of this had his eyes/I’s
pop out.)
* * *
From
one planet a voice was heard to sigh:
“Ah,
to have lived when pure outrage was king.”
* * *
Media
Update.
There’s
always news serving unseen needs.
* * *
A
Short History Of Culture & Civilization As Involves Consciousness.
There
are no questions
concerning anything
– until there is the ability to
question.
(This,
you might note: is one of those facts that upon hearing it,
everyone
knows is true – yet no one ever thinks of it.)
* * *
Many
people who say they want to get-home
– really want to get-lost.
And
when he returned home today, a man confided to his cat:
“I
have switched to a carbon fiber consciousness.”
J
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