No intangible problem is worth thinking about
(unless of course you want it to remain one).

“Is there absolutism in the world of mind?”
    “Yes: You are either an idiot or you are not.”

If you act extremely dumb, everyone will believe it.

A bargain not sought is tricky to recognize.

All charted-progress is a trompe l’oeil for display on kindergarten walls;
even Life is unsure of what it will do next.

One man says he fears his working hypothesis will prove to be:
“Not in my lifetime.”

Everyone can be entertained by enthusiasm  –  few by instruction.

One guy used to toss his ordinary mind around like a basketball  –
until it had a blowout.

Note: When tipped over, some facts if left alone can aright themselves
without assistance.
(Insider’s Note: This is not actually so, but as is so often the case,
by the time one realizes it  –  it’s too late any way.)

To help strengthen his resolve: one man has stopped believing in bad luck
on Thursdays.

Everything is always at risk in the second reality.

In a surprise move, several of the better known city systems issued a joint statement: “It is not our desire to cure you, but to treat you.”
The thing about being straightforward with the ordinary is that
it doesn’t  make any difference.

Primary problems always prevail.

The ruler of one small kingdom (in line with his amusing attempts to be progressive) decreed that henceforth the churches and the prisons will be allowed to operate
only one day a week.  (‘Tis rumored he’s considering forcing a merger of the two.)

Energy costs more when you need it.

One city’s motto for the coming decade: “When you first hear about something you  feel sure you’re going to like, immediately ask for clarification, while nodding your head in agreement to what’s being said, while subtly trying to flag a cab.”

Acts may smell, but facts can stink.

One of city park’s freelance speakers was this morning shouting out to passing citizens: “Do not say that men cannot explain their intangible, second reality,
say rather that they fear to do so.”

Urges one salt: “Don’t be a tack line: six taut feet of nothing.”

On one world the ultimate revenge is to do nothing.

If you believe that anything’s a problem  --  then everything is.

When you can’t have one thing without the other  --  they’re the same thing.

In secondary kingdoms a knight can only be heroic when wrapped in the armor of silence.

Real adventures are always secret adventures.

Ordinary growth is order;
nervous-system-rebels are by nature, neurally dis-ordered.

In the second reality the best defense is death (in fact, the only).

No one knows what’s going on contemporaneously;
whatever one is aware is going on is already outdated.

A rebel must base his adventure on disruption  –  of his self.

In some realms, Life finds a certain type of silence to be morally unacceptable; denouncement is part of second reality’s natural milieu.
“Speak up!” says the city, “Speak up!” it continually insists.

Growth outgrows everything  –  even itself.

For growth, Life demands the appearance of order.
The certain-man thrives outside the bounds of appearances.

Power demands order; Life is power (insofar as this Universe permits).

The only basis for feeling upset is at your local level;
universally, you have nothing to complain about.

The only thing serious in rebel camp is death (which none there give any notice).

The laws against which the certain-man rebels are all thoughts,
and anything the brain thinks tries to become a law.

The special-investigator can’t wait for Life to solve-the-case.

The restraints that bind the certain-man consist of what he thinks and feels
about his self.     (What restricts the rest of the world to him is irrelevant.)

A man pushed around by words is no real man (certainly no real rebel or warrior;
death just barely does him in, so forget about verbal assaults.)

 Bruised eyes/I’s are not opened eyes.

The certain-man doesn’t learn from mistakes he’s made, but from ones never made.

3-D existence is a polarity, and there can be no complete grasp of man’s eternal questions without an underlying consideration of polarity.
It’s not the creatures in the pond that confuse, but the sounds your mind makes
talking about them.
Man’s second reality is not a window you look through to see certain things;
man’s second reality is simply a window,
and the man who never gets this  --  never gets un-lost.

All man-made laws must persuade, and if you accept any of these laws
you have gone to prison by your own collusion.

For any normal idea there must be two words, twin sounds.

All footnotes are part of the text;
all excuses, part of the performance.

If you define yourself you’ll have to defend yourself.

In man’s inner world: alternatives aren’t alternatives, but reverse polarizations of
the same thing.

One way to diminish the possibility of change is to cut down on variety.

An aptly placed because will let everyone off the hook.
(“Why did it take so long for someone to point out that my thoughts are everyone?!”)

A non-growing intellect is not given much to laughter.

The ultimate mistreatment is neglect.
(A mind at home  –  home alone.)

The solution to all secondary problems is a reversal of the problem;
the answer to all mortal questions is a reversal of the question.

Much civilization  –  much talk.

What goes on physically –  goes on,
what goes on intangibly, seems to,
(which is good enough to produce the wondrous world singular to man).

If things could be otherwise  –  they would be otherwise.

Anything you know is insufficient  –
there’s always somewhere else you must go.

The city has little interest in silence.

Nothing escapes the needs of the second reality (except the real-deal-man).

The city swim coach noted: “All things come to he who waits (except of course, a waiting pool).”

All explanations are born outdated (though they still be operational).

The fundamental tone of the city’s identifying sound is a whine.

A superior response to any human question will be almost any one not already offered.

A striking grace note to man's city life is exemplified by the unexpected, near-miraculous appearance of an unbelievably expense drug to treat what is normally a fatal ill  --  whose efficacy cannot not guaranteed  --  but which is all there is.

True variety is truly boundless;
even in a coffin, the certain-man is not confined.

Don’t weaken  –  not just before the possibility of getting stronger.
 
 

Looking at a beautiful woman and breaking into his customary, involuntary smile, a man marveled:
“What’s so bedazzling about sex is that all that’s required of a female is simply her physical presence as
the being she was born as.”
The few working to crack-the-case experience a seductive pleasure known only to them
over certain intangibles simply being what they were born as.