Ordinary
people (those who don’t understand what’s going on)
seriously
and unwittingly tell fantastic tales whenever they speak;
they
also listen to themselves tell them, and thereafter take them to be true.
More
Of Man’s Commonly Expressed Sensations Updated.
The
inner-rebel feels neither worthy nor unworthy.
No
matter what you say about it, a rock remains a rock;
only
in man’s mental-world does reality appear manipulatable by words.
The
man-who-comprehends does not step into a fire without first
recognizing
the presence of fire.
The
Lap Is Always The First To Go.
Not
being able to get blood from a turnip still does not give one leave to
choke
a chicken who’s just had prune juice.
Said
a father to a son:
“Some
times only the certain-man himself can make sense of his thinking.”
“I guess that’s why everyone must wake-up for their self!?”
“Gin.”
Though
there are no ideas or teachings that a man should live-by,
Life
makes
men believe otherwise.
(Can
you imagine what Life
might have to confess to a psychiatrist
if
it ever entered analysis.
“That was just a joke – right!?”
Right.)
Zoological
News.
When
a wolf howls, it wants to hear a howl in return.
(“I knew that – right!?”
I'm
sure you did.)
Now
Some News Of The, Totally-Unrelated-To-Anything Sort.
To
his self, one man noted: “I can think ‘em up as fast as I can digest ‘em.”
Conversation.
“Which
is larger: the Universe
or man’s mind?”
“I give.”
“Man’s
mind.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because
we don't know if the Universe ever
thinks about the size of man’s mind.”
At
odd times, some would-be rebels almost get-it --
then it suddenly slips away.
Real
men on this odd quest never give up --
no matter what.
So
surmised one guy: “Taken as a whole, I seem to be a sandwich;
with
my perceived me
being what’s in the middle.”
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Commonplace
people always want to hear what others have said about them.
(“How come they have all the fun!”)
To
the certain-man, the lesson of a specific event is the lesson of
all
events.
Where
the ordinary see a few pebbles of gravel,
the
man-who-knows sees a fully paved highway.
A
Dialogue.
“The
body runs on food; the mind, myths.”
“Myths! – really?”
“Not
really; the mind runs on nothing – on thin air.”
“Is that not neat (if not downright bewildering).”
“Probably.”
Once
you know-what's-going-on, you no longer need a dictionary.
More
About The Mortal Drama.
As
a last ditch maneuver, one man tried to get non-commercial sponsorship
for his life.
Health
News.
The
dead have no digestive problems.
One
guy and his talking-consciousness like to tell people that they went from
a
small-time, local operation of no particular significance,
to
a world-wide telecommunications giant.
(Look up braggadocio in the dictionary and see if a picture of your
mind doesn’t appear
next to the definition.)
There is no feed-back to the truth.
Dilettante
rebels await the Bird
Of Enlightenment to
fly up their nose;
the
real outlier can afford to wait on nothing.
(No matter the current conditions, he understands: “Gotta keep walking.”)
Question
presented to the class:
“In
what ways do the awakened resemble the dead?”
Even
the man-who-knows can't truly tell you how he got from there to
where
he is.
The
dead don’t lie.
More
Concerning: The Grand Irrationality Of This Journey.
When
you
stop walking – that's
when the highway ends.
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