A son asked a father what gives with the whole UFO and planetary aliens thing,
and the elder responded:
“What should be of interest to you would be such aspects as: The believers and promoters of such notions point to the reportings of such affairs for as long as man
has been recording his history and offer this as evidence of their reality,
other than as evidence of an inherent propensity of human consciousness to believe;
it is driven, in addition to wanting to know about the material world surrounding it,
to want to believe in things inside itself which it created and which exist only there;
not being able in real time to separate the two is what our family’s forefathers referred to as: ‘Living in an open-eyed dream,’ and the ultimate, sudden personal realization thereof, what I call: ‘Waking-up to what’s really going on with consciousness.’”
Then he poured them some of today's fresh coffee.
 
 

One man says he’s made up this really neat name for a country
(which he declines to reveal), and now only needs to find a place to match it.
(His wife says the name is: Knowing -- Not Believing, but he shakes his head, No.)
 
 

Reality Cf. Routine Consciousness.
Only Prince Charming can care about Cinderella.
 
 

Each person’s natural temperament and consciousness is far too strong, familiar,
and comfortable for them to want to wake-up from man's indigenous inner dream.
 
 

Those of little talent love to take every opportunity to tell of the impact
some figure of greater ability has had on them.
(Sparrows covering themselves with a poster of eagles.)
 
 

A father said to a son:
“If you but notice: everyone’s consciousness has a natural disinclination to
look at itself;
in the certain few, this disinclination is simply weaker; we manage to overcome it.”
 
 

When not in the natural grip of the Bad News Syndrome,
consciousness prefers to sing a single line from a children’s nursery rhyme
rather than try to think about what it is doing.
 
 

The ole man told the kid:
“Proverbially ‘tis been said that if you want to lose your religion: get to know a priest, and to lose your faith in medicine, get to know a doctor,
but this line of reasoning fails when you get to a man-who-knows,
‘cause you can never get to know him.”
 
 

In the intellectual, spiritual & artistic pantheon of human achievement
a man who can state the obvious will always have a place      (as a crossing guard).
 
 

Making up allegories is consciousness’ pleasant stalling tactic
to keep from doing what eventually must be done.
 
 

If your audience finds fault with you, they are either correct (and you are a dunce)
or they are wrong (and they are a dunce) either way: what a beautiful balance.
 
 

After digesting the common complaint of the word: irregardless
one man went ahead and made it the name of his automatic-consciousness.
 
 

At one time one man had all of the furnishings in his house arranged so that they were either parallel or perpendicular; now they’re just at an indefinite angle.
 
 

One man gave his spaghetti away  -- but saved his meatballs for a price.
 
 

A father asked a son:
“What could be more frustrating than trying to stretch out a tarp
while you’re kneeling on it!”
    “Aw come on Pop –  everyone in this family knows the answer to that one.”
 
 

One chap quietly says to pass along to you that it does your participation in man’s collective sense of conventional wisdom no good to look at allegories too closely,  head on.            (He said you’d understand what he meant.)
 
 

One man’s personal principle is: “Never participate in any mob of which
you are a member.”
 
 

One man’s parting advice to a relative on his  initial sojourn to the city:
“It is a mistake to idly fiddle while your clavicle burns.”
 
 

One man’s phrase for all occasions (other than a wake, maybe?):
“That's what you get for being human.”       (Does that about cover it or what.)
 
 

Observes one chap: “I see Life’s struggle to hang on in this Universe as a chess game with man equipped presently with a checker consciousness.”
 
 

One father’s advice: “Anything that you hear, is hereditary –  assume, is learned,
(and vice versa).”
 
 

Conversation.
“I view the exorbitant cost of government as the price for being civilized --
not unlike ordinary consciousness’ relationship to me staying alive and profitable.”
 
 

A rebel’s best friend is a bad memory about others.
 
 

Every day one man says to his self: “How do you do it,”
which some days he means one way, and some days another.
 
 

In lieu of the difficulty of being Dapper Dan,
many people settle for being Flippant Dan.
 
 

A Discussion.
 “What could be greater for a Red Circuit man than a place that will cash your check
AND sells liquor.”
   “And what  better for a Blue Circuit person than a place that will accept your money
     and attention and in return make you feel depressed.”
(They waited in vain for someone to add something similarly pertinent regarding
the Yellow Circuit.)
 
 

“A man who can play with words can play with his self.”
     “Everybody can do that!”
“No, I mean REALLY play with his self.”
 
 

There is no way that a large complex operation like a hospital or a government
can function  –   yet they do.
(Compare to a man mentally.)
 
 

Though suffering from no physical injury: in public, one man always appears with his head heavily wrapped in bandages.      (A symbolic statement, says he.)