A
Clutch Of Conversations.
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“Even
local reality has to admit that a few days out of town makes everything
seem
better.”
“You mean when you get back?!”
“Clearly
you’re a home-over.”
“Pa
pa: what is a home-lover?”
“A creature with consciousness becomes a lover of many things which it
cannot rationally explain.
You gotta love it.”
A
man whined to his doctor:
“But
I was born like I am – how can I ever do anything about
it?!”
“You can’t – but you could not whine about it.”
“But
that is part of the way I was born.”
“Oh.”
“Pa
pa: How do you get to be a healer?”
“In man’s intangible world: by saying that you are.”
“Can
you then do people some good?”
“In a land with no wind – you can’t bring a fan.”
On one world they do not permit people to point out the obvious.
(“Guess some places are just ahead of us in being civilized.”)
“A
rebel doesn’t work for salary – he does what he does
because he wants to.”
“How ‘bout: because he has to.”
“On
one world they try to protect mental children from hurting themselves
with
certain facts.”
“To
ever get to the real bottom of things requires that one not be dependent
on inspiration from others; the rebel’s motivation must come from his self.”
“But what if he wasn’t born that way?”
“Find
a doctor who will tell you the truth.”
“The truth?”
“About
man’s second reality.”
He
teaching the course (“Medical Topography:
The Primary & Secondary Aspects”) gave
the class an unscheduled oral exam:
asked
he of one student (in an unscheduled tone of voice):
“What
is the leading cause of human illness?”
And
the matriculant sought further details:
“Do you mean other than hormones?”
“Yes,”
replied the professor.
“Seriousness.”
“More
specifically.”
“Unfounded seriousness,” (and the entire class subtly exhaled
a breath of happy relief).
“In
your investigation of the case, if you discover things you can describe
–
they
were of no value.”
“Is that really true for every single thing?”
“Yes,
for each thing – until you discover the next one.”
International
Update.
Everybody
likes to be put-on.
Oops!
--
a correction just received: it says this story was reported backwards.
(A
claim most difficult to believe.)
Conversation.
“In
jail is the only place ordinary people can breathe.
(More
precisely: people's ordinary consciousness.)”
“Am I wrong in my perception that half the time when people are talking
about
other people, they’re not talking about the other person physically, but
about their
intangible form: that verbal shadow men cast but take to be more?”
“Wrong
you’re not, and if you will look deeper into what you have perceived, you
will find that its ramifications reach far into the silliness that automatic-consciousness
creates in men’s heads and then passes off as matters most serious.
Put
another way: Nothing is more profitable than realizing that human consciousness,
no matter the apparent subject, primarily talks about itself.”
With
no warning, the professor of: “History:
Its Primary & Secondary Features” subjected
his class to a verbal quiz (quizzed he one student):
“Tell
us: Besides hormones: What is the principal cause of history?”
“Sir: based on the perspectives you have presented us: neurons are the
sole cause
of us having history and hormones merely the cause of there being things
from
which neurons could fashion a thing they call history,”
and
the whole room spontaneously broke out in a break out.
“What
can you label (besides: devoid-of-any-understanding)
any human who feels awe toward another human being?!”
“And you’re not including weight lifters in that?”
“No.”
“Or tango dancers?”
“Hardly.”
“Or timbale players.”
“Certainly
not.”
“But all others.”
“You
got it.”
“Lots
of people want to appear intelligent and important and the way to do it
is with a grim countenance.”
“Yeah……that’s what I always thought.”
“I
notice you never talk about politics or religion.”
“There’s nothing there worth talking about.”
“Ah,
but I disagree.”
“Then let me put it to you like this: There is nothing there worth talking
about unless
you believe there is – and if you do then you
aren’t worth talking to.”
“When
I started down this road I had many things to say about myself –
let
me be more exact: While I was still looking for where this road began,
I
had many things to say about myself;
then
once I found it and had traveled some time, I had much less to say;
now
I have nothing to say about me.”
“So what does that say about you?”
“Can’t
say.”
The
teacher of a kindergarten class opened up their morning proceedings with
this
puzzler which she assured them if answered responsibly would spread
mucho
surprising light on the relationship between a man’s individual mental
receptacle and mankind’s collective educational institutions that attempt
to fill it,
and
it went like this: “Can wearing cheap shoes cause you to have cheap feet?”
“Is
it a sign that you’re waking-up when you no longer care what other people
think?”
“’What other people THINK’?! – where the hell did you
get such an absurd idea?”
“The
frequent feelings of seeming extreme duress men experience in their intangible
reality is what in part has given birth to their rituals, prayers and sacrifices.
Render
unto gods,
imaginary caesars.”
“That’s a joke – right?!”
“If
self-reference is not good for a rebel, that makes it just that much better
for a world made up of no substance – no?!”
In
Autopsy
class (as he poked about in an open skull) the Professor
(he
of tenure in both Anatomy & Urban
Transpiration) noted to the students
around the table:
“You
can always recognize the brain of a nervous-system-rebel –
either
by the presence of skid marks, or by the fact that its roads have no shoulders,”
and
the class en mass, made admiring swooning noises.
“The
good thing about a long-lasting laxative is that you not only get digestive
relief,
but
via your many trips to the facilities, exercise as well.”
“Well! Finally you’ve come up with something whose metaphorical relevance
to
altering consciousness is obvious.
Finally!”
“Okay:
if (as you once strongly hinted) everybody does
know what’s really-going-on – how come nobody ever talks
about it?”
“What?! – and ruin all the fun for everybody else!”
“How
can you tell that you understand nothing?”
“You talk as though you believe you do.”
“Well
at least you understand one thing.”
“The
cruise line on one sea has an iron-clad rule for all its captains:
They
can ask no questions of passengers.
(and
you wouldn't believe its popularity?)”
“But aren’t you really talking about something else entirely?”
“Isn’t
a real man always.”
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