The conscious part of the brain is a radio that will play automatically forever
unless you stand there continually holding down the off/on switch.
 

One man discovered that all his ills arose from him leaving home.
(His understanding of the matter later expanded to include being out of his time zone.)
 

Numbers impress those who do not understand the nature of words,
and words impress those who do not understand the nature of words.
 

One guy’s attitude: “Don’t try to swallow anything that, given the chance,
wouldn’t swallow you.”
 

A speaker in city park declaimed:
“A simple life is a pleasurable life,” and a typical citizen walking by suddenly stopped,  raised his hands above his head and exclaimed;
“Then I‘ve got to be the happiest man alive!”
(Most of his peers standing near by somehow doubted the sincerity of his comment.)
Moral: Loiterers can often spell trouble.
    (“Is this why the authorities so harshly condemn apparent idleness?!”)
Invisible Mute Moral: Given to much inner free time, a man might stumble across
his consciousness’ off/on button which certainly wouldn’t be in the best interest of
the public powers that be and civic stability.
    (“Pa pa: wouldn’t it be more precise to say: ‘stupid stability’?!”
“Only from our intra familial perspective.”)
 

One man’s position: “It’s me and my guys against them.”
(P.S. he said this while living alone.)
 

More than anything: consciousness as it operates normally is (like) a low intensity illusion.
 

If the best evidence you have for your ideas is personal examples,
you’re at an endless ball in a borrowed tux.
 

After years of picturing consciousness’ attention as a dog, one man finally added:
“But with fishy tendencies, (given his constant carping).”
 

Digital Dexterity (Of A Sort).
The ignored distinction between important and serious
marks the line of dissemblance ‘twixt ordinary consciousness,
and the kind the certain man keeps his finger on.
 

A lad asked his dad:
“Is it possible to know-too-much?”
    “It is if you don't want the props that keep normal men propped up
      knocked out from under you.”
 

“I sorely beseech thee my brethren,” cried the leader of their spiritual institution,
“I beseech thee not to pursue this terrible course,” and the people yelled back:
“What terrible course?” --  and their religion instantly disappeared.
(Only to be replaced the following week by The Reform version.
Shooting Rudolph just shatters him into a multitude of new reindeer.)
 
 

The King of one land decreed that a condemned prisoner (as per his desire)
could be executed either on  Monday or Thursday, either in the sports stadium,
or the church yard, allowing (as ‘twas put by His Grace):
“Choices for the people  --   even in death.”
    (“Is this supposed to be funny?” mulled some unspecified beast.)
 

Latest Amazing Statistic.
In a group of a thousand randomly collected people at least two of them will have the same personality.
(Pst: This figure is incorrect but the authorities don't want the real one revealed.)

When one man saw a headline reporting: “a six thousand acre wildfire,” he thought: “My mind has finally made the news.”
 

Only those who fully grasp the nature of words & man’s special reality based thereon can competently enjoy them --  and not be fooled by them.
 

How Mind Works And Normally Needs Tongue’s Assistance.
A professor desirous of retiring early told all his students they would fail his course
if they ever talked about him in any manner and warned there were spies throughout the school who would report any such infractions, and soon enough, no one enrolled
in his classes played a part in bringing to pass his longed-for premature retirement.
Little does more damage to the ordinary in their intangible activities than
lack of speech at the needed moment, nor more good to the few in their
incredible pursuit of that inimitable goal.
(When he first heard the term: “Put a cork in it,”
one man immediately examined his radio for an orifice suitable for such action.)
 

In the king’s court,  god’s country, city prison,
and all other civilized environs:
thinking what others think is the most sincere form of sincerity.
(Some renegade neurons mused: “So that’s why we never get anywhere.”
And some more settled ones reacted: “Quite contraire in our case:
for that is exactly how we seemingly have gotten anywhere,”
[but of the two: only the outlier cells actually understood what they said.])
Graffito found on the inside cover of a local dictionary:
“Original Thinking: Individual achievement with no collective recognition.”
    (“The reason bats are blind my boy is...”
“Wait! –  let me guess: is because they have no knowledge of sight or blindness.”
    “Perhaps you will prove to be the lute of my froins.”)
 

The challenge of holding your finger down on ordinary consciousness’ off/on switch
is in remembering to do so, for when you’re not,
nothing ever comes from this radio reminding you to;
like having amnesia and its only cure is remembering that you do.
    (“Do you find this situation to be at all fair?”)
 

When one man first heard the truism: Fair’s fair  he damn near blew apart from joy.
 

Only two  –   that’s right: TWO kinds of people believe they can outsmart their own self: dunces and REAL dunces.
     (“Is that: real as in: aware they are?!”