For no obviously particular reason, one day a guy suddenly thought:
“Even though I do not have a death wish  –  I also don’t have much of a desire to live the life of a creamy-headed cow.” (He quickly realized his mistake in using the term, creamy-headed instead of, dreamy-headed, but almost as quickly also realized
that it worked just as well.
[That’s one of the benefits of being -on-top-of-language rather than the other way around.])
   One man eventually concluded that words are normally no more serious in
   what they say than is a runny nose about entering a track event.
 
 
 

Said a man to a friend: “If there was any justice in the world:
you and I would be rich and famous.”
    “Hell, if it were real justice: everyone would be rich and famous.”
“Hummm.”
 
 
 

The Thought-&-Word Tango Takes To The Floor Once Again.
Notes a fellow: “There are no such things as extinct creatures,
(and I personally don't believe that there ever were).”
 
 
 

Notes a chap: “In politics, entertainment, academia and other areas based on
public acclaim, it is easy to be magnanimous when you are on top,
but much more unlikely when you have been ignored or discarded.
(After coming up with this I have experienced a distinct temptation to see if this could not in some way apply to how my consciousness deals with the thoughts that normally present themselves thereto.)”
 
 
 

Everybody looks for help from outside:
children look to parents for food and safety;
grown ups look to human institutions for directions;
the sick look to doctors for health;
the frightened look to priests for answers;
friends look to friends for support in their travails,
even the special man looking for something whose name he doesn’t know,
looks for someone to tell him what it is that he seeks, and he will always locate someone who will say they can, which is no certainty that the person actually knows what the seeker seeks, (the condensed end of the bunny trail is this):
the man who finally finds what he has forever been passionately seeking
does not get it from any organization, institution, book or person outside his self.
  To ever get started, you have no choice but to look outside yourself for assistance,
and if you are one of those who finds someone in the earlier stages who is helpful to your interest then you will have found someone who can be helpful to you in the early stages of your search, they may indeed become a life-long, blood-brother type friend, but to fully crack-the-case ultimately depends entirely on what goes on inside of you: in your brain, your nervous-system, your emotion intention.
  Everybody looks for help from outside  –  save the man who knows:
the man who knows that there is no outside from the inside,
only a shared inner inhabitant with two disjointed eyes/I’s.
(In select private circles, “Out damn spot!” was heard long before Lady Mc’s cry.)
 
 

One device you can employ to help keep yourself from becoming entangled in
this kind of activity is to not listen to what you say when you talk.
 
 
 

A father said to a son:
“It is certainly an easy and inviting mental step to conceive of a secret, world-wide conspiratorial force dominating if not totally controlling the affairs of man on this planet (after all, god handily served this purpose for quite a while), but a mortal band of secret conspirators with obvious motivations (greed & desire for power) strike many people as a more attractive (read: appalling) alternative to a supernatural deity;
the primary fly in the fat which they manage to overlook is that if there really exists such a collection of all powerful men, their combined understanding of humans and how life works would be at such a level that no person of mere ordinary consciousness would even get a glimpse of them and their operations; (would be like worms struggling to see sunshine; ants attempting to grasp the essence of a 747).
  Any feature of an All-Encompassing-World-Controlling-Conspiracy that an ordinary man can find and identify is no such thing; it may be a stalking horse, a red herring,
a sham distraction & whoopie-cushion-for-your-imagination, but no ordinary mind
could ever catch up with the kinds of thinking that would be necessary to keep a world dominating conspiracy going (if of course there was one).    So only the dullest of the
routinely dull will publicly proclaim that they have "located the conspiracy" --
donkeys locate whatever straw a farmer leaves out for them.
  Okay, but no need to totally fool yourself: there is a conspiracy all right,
but it consists entirely of Life, and it's true: in a meaningless sense all of humanity is being played & conned but not for the purpose of doing them harm, on the contrary
it is to do them good, by having them participate as closely as possible with Life
in its own endless struggle to survive in this Universe, a situation about which
it could as a matter of fact, look around and conclude that IT herein is a victim of
an All-Encompassing-Universal-Wide-Conspiracy.

Those things which a man's thoughts accepts and those which it rejects are in constant, instantaneous communication;
thus in his consciousness do the C & D Forces maintain a working equilibrium that results in him presenting to the world the image of a balanced, well thought-out personality whereas for the certain man's special objective, such consciousness (albeit the human norm) provides an untenable situation: like a banquet table containing all the nourishment needed, but one with a line drawn down the center, dividing the dishes into the allowable & kosher and the forbidden & denounced.
No man can fully awaken to Life without he be able to intangibly consume all that Life is and all that it is in his consciousness.
 
 
 

Life has moved men to create Psychology as the professed attempt by men to better understand themselves, and whose ultimate purpose is to help Life better comprehend its own position and potential in the Universe;
but some men’s individual level of development is lower than that of collective humanity’s in their particular location, and others a bit higher,
but none obviously ever equaling Life’s own level.   (Or would you risk a small wager thereon.)
  Query: If you can’t do better than can be done  –  what’s the point in trying to do it?
If Life itself (for some unknown reason, in a curiously indirect manner) does not want you to mentally do something extraordinary (which is exactly what it must itself constantly do to just survive in this Universe) then why are you one of the very few wired up with that highly specialized form of nosiness?!
  The certain few’s unconventional, innate inner views are not limited in focus to man, to the planet, or even to oneself: Life is the supreme study  --  and the answer to all questions it presents is always the same: consciousness;
what goes on in your mind (which is inalterably connected-to and reflective-of what goes on in all other minds) has the answers to everything
for it is the home base of The Great Conspiracy.
 
 
 

After a lifetime of being bombarded by the notion, one man finally wonders:
“What is it that is so great about not being able to teach an old dog new tricks?”
(No flea's longevity matches that of those who lie.)
 
 
 

Part of the secret is in realizing that forms can never explain themselves;
only the energy behind them is revealing.
 
 
 

Even while it is accepted scientific truth that matter can be neither created
nor destroyed, man’s mind has yet to fully enter the conventional tent.
His Yellow Circuit can conceive of things completely beyond the grasp of the rest of his nervous-system: it can propose improvements to the arts; produce productive business plans; promote exotic technologies, even theorize about improving man himself, and while a man’s consciousness may say (as per the hoary nugget):
“I stand on the shoulders of giants who have gone before me” –
the past giants (Red & Blue Circuits) were in fact pigmies compared to the malleable abilities latent in the Yellow Circuit and accessible to the few.
  Even if neither Life nor the best of man’s mind can actually create new matter,
what is possible is an endless expansion of the facility in man’s brain (directly tied to Life’s) that can create new space which in his case he finds is soon filled naturally by new meaningful, mental matter.
It could even be seen as a major league version of fictionalized cornfield ball, (to wit): “If you make the space  –  they will come fill it,”  the initial trick being to clear out all the dead weight currently occupying your consciousness (which is secretly being used as a local outlet of the Great Conspiracy) and allow it to endlessly fill with the conspiracy which conspires all other conspiracies into oblivion;
let it be filled with the answers that so embarrass questions that they too disappear; permit it filled with an unspeakable certainty wherein was previously in you  unalleviable confusion and apprehension.
What more could you want?  –  what could possibly be withheld from you,
once you are an active member of the board of The Great Conspiracy  (if there actually was one).
 
 
 

But what if we reconsider psychology, religion, mythology and the like as Life's struggle to better understand itself through the study of man and his consciousness
but this time round allow that a few humans have reached a level of individual, intangible development that surpasses Life's overall one such as a person who is no longer held by the constantly intertwining of the D Force in the affairs of all living things; a man who internally is no longer at war with his mental self over what is true and false, right and wrong, me and it; someone with such comprehension could truly be said in some respects to be more awake than Life itself (to which a more enlightened Life would be forced to agree).
This proffers no mere flattery to some dreamed-of, extraordinary mortal, but rather offers a cold hard, observable-based hint regarding the interworkings of apparently closed systems such as this Universe, Life, and the consciousness of man, wherein resides the secret answer to everything the certain few humans have always so desperately wanted to know.
 
 

“But how can the rung on a ladder ever be higher up than the ladder itself?”
       By it existing in the land of human consciousness.