The supreme contrast is between first & second reality,
(and the one ignored by the many).

All explanations must exceed the boundaries of what they explain  –
which explains why normal explanations explain nothing.

The Special Financing.
If you see broke  –  you be broke.

Men who don’t know where they’re going are always anxious to take others with them.

To crack-the-case requires not only thinking without a net  –
but without even a trapeze.
(“By my own legs do I swing.”)

If you want other people to seem more whole, finished & functional,
don’t break them up in the first place.

The more that ordinary people engage in what they ordinarily call thinking,
the more opportunities they have to think ill of each other.

All of men’s dreamed-of second reality tomorrows are based on the expectation that today will never get completed.

Ill will that stops short of murder is just a whine;
no hog not whole is worthy the name.

Though they individually attempt to make a big deal of it:
every  ordinary body is on-a-mission;
only he-who-knows is a proselytizer for nothing.
    (“Except the future?!”
Of course.)

The only way you can say what someone should do is to know the future,
(and even Life can’t do that with certainty  --
ergo man’s loosey-goosey inner construction).
Tolerance is built-in to man’s assembly  –  but not his attitude.

The nervous-system-rebel’s version of: Grow Or Die is:
Think Or Die.

If cost becomes an object  –  it will become the object.

If a thought isn’t original  –  it isn’t a thought.

Once something is known  –  it becomes irrelevant.

Life’s constant scramble is to arrange everything to accommodate the future.

If you’re going to dislike somebody do it because of acts  –  not facts.
(Stab ‘em in the chest  –  not the vocabulary.)

Not only are there two ways of looking at everything  --  there’s also one.

If you feel you have to stand up for your rights  –  you have none.

The Nervous-System Wild West.
Either shoot ‘em or forget about ‘em.

Plain-speak among the ordinary would be suicidal;
to live in the city you must talk-around-corners.

Having the correct address for a man in a coma is immaterial.
    (“But I know where I live  –  does that count for anything?”)
Knowing someone’s hometown tells you nothing about where they’re from.

If it’s part of the past, it’s not informative, it’s polarized memory;
those who count to two remain dense,
(and ‘tis not a fable): Those who look-back, go blind.

The nervous-system-rebel doesn’t engage in skirmishes while considering the
cost of ammo.

The difference between everyone else and the Friends Of The Future is that
the latter’s future actually lies in the future while everyone else’s lies in their
talk about the future.
Omit the words and you delete second reality’s tomorrows.
Not matter what you say: If you’re not here  –  you’re not awake.
(Men’s beds are always someplace else.)

People love quotations  –  without them, they couldn’t pretend to think.

For warriors of the cranium: irrational has no meaning beyond: apparently-impossible.
If death doesn’t keep them in line  –  what will control
the knights of the nervous-system?
The only dragons that can get ‘em  –  they have to bring with ‘em.

Note that it be only creatures privy to facts who find the facts disturbing.
In the land of turd storms, the blind man is privileged.

The more civilized you are, the more uncertain you are,
and thus the less accurate your thinking.

If you’re a prisoner –  you’ve already confessed.

Always hail the future with: “Bravo!”

It is beyond obvious when it is SO obvious that no one points it out.
Only the certain-man sees in the dark (and that’s because he’s gone past
the definition of dark).

No one tries to contact a dead man (or even one they imagine is dying);
thus the paucity of telegraph offices in boot hill.
One sidewinder would only ring-up his self  –  and then only when he knew that
HE wouldn’t be there.
Having an inner affair is the only way to go (assuming you understand who to screw).

You have some interest in everything you have an interest in.
The serene sailor never goes overboard (unless it’s over one of the boards
he brought on board).

Life will say anything.

A person with nothing to look forward to won’t hardly look around.

One way to put problems into manageable form is to force them to match up to solutions you already have on hand.
The neural knight’s motto: “If I can swallow one snake  --  I can swallow ten.”

Only an inner outlier can be civilized and not suffer from it.

True progress is being freed from the notion that you must be freed from some something-or-other.
The dense are jailed by virtue of one fact: their denseness.
    (“It’s hell to be locked up  –  when it’s inside yourself.”
Your illusory self, you mean?!
     “Precisely.”)

None save the special private-eye/I can have an interest without having a
vested interest (concern over the cost of the investigation).
Only rebel intelligence can think of something new without being affected by its price.
(Director’s Note: Shoot the standing shit and bring on fresh horses.)

If acts could speak, they would do so accurately;
the best to be said of the speak that facts speak is that it can be enthusiastic.

Fashion In The City.
The less certain the outcome of an activity  --  the more it must be dressed up.