*image by Ben Harubin

 

The Chase: How It Goes:
If you've got a piece of it for sure -- you're sure to get the rest.
Chase, catch, chew, swallow,
chase, catch, chew, swallow --
that's how it goes...
until chase and swallow catch up to one another
and become suddenly one.

Just as with the Tax Code:
There are long-form mystics,
and short-form ones;
either will get the same job done,
it's simply a matter of your present,
personal circumstances -- or
(when you get more familiar with the affair)
a matter of present, personal preference.

All-Important Footnote:
There are no mystics other than yourself.
The ones you think you see are just blank forms
that you must fill out.

And a man in line says, "Oh, now I begin to get it!"
And just how long have you been beginning to "get it"?
"Oh," says the man, "I guess about ten or fifteen years now."

I don't mean to give anyone the blues, but even tax offices keep business hours,
and close sometimes, so I suggest the thing to do is to be trying to
fill out your form before you get to the head of the line.
-- What else you got to do while waitin'? --

Upon entering an elevator and hearing the operator say:
"please step to the center of the car,"
a man suddenly experienced an extraordinary state of awareness,
and it was only later that day that he realized he had applied the words
to his own position inside himself.

Railings around the edges on the tops of tall buildings are not the only
things that it is dangerous to -- stand too close to.
...Consider:
In what area of your head, do thoughts seem to most congregate?
"Step to the center of the car."

What Should Be An Alert Man's Final Word On The Matter Of Lying:
If you talk, you lie.

Yeah, yeah, I know you guys ain't children anymore.
Okay, ignore what I just said about lying –
so you guys are far enough along to know that it's meaningless.
But, hey, I'm not always sure who's listening in on all this so,
we try to have a little something for everybody.
(If you know what I mean...and you don't forget that I'm bullshittin' ya.)

So again I've proved my own case:
If you talk, you lie. Case closed. Thank you, Your Honor.