*image by Ben Harubin

One man stayed so busy trying to awaken that he didn't have time to.

In private (just to himself) one man didn't know whether to be more ashamed of himself,
or angry with himself.
Then the day came when he began to see either as insufficient, irrelevant, and impractical, for no matter how often or to what intensity he heaped upon himself shame
and condemnation, and in fact no matter how well-deserved either appeared to be,
nothing was ever permanently accomplished by such acts.

This then left him with an intriguing question:
If he was desirous of change, and whenever he caught himself back in his original condition,
If neither feeling ashamed nor angry about it made any difference,
what in the world else was left for him to possibly do to encourage himself onward?

There was once a race of creatures who had a moral without a setup story (which was):
"When the question doesn't make sense, neither will any response."
Once every fourteen years, they adopted a variation of this for a two week period in the middle of July, which went:
"Beating wild dogs you've captured
will tame them no better than setting them free."

What Should Be Your Final Word Regarding Fairness And Faultfinding:
There are no ills or injustices in the world
only individual men's apparent self-interests.

One man believed that he at some time had swallowed something that now
disagreed with him noticeably,
but try as he might, he never felt sure that he'd correctly identified exactly what it was.
So he tried to cough up everything he could cough up, but this still gave no relief.

Then one day he ran into a kind of doctor who he told of his problem, and who suggested to the man that he reexamine and reconsider his original digestive diagnosis.
The man did so, and was pleasantly surprised at what he now found
(or if not actually "found," at how he now perceived the situation).

Your Chart:
The proper diagnosis of "human" problems is in fact their solution.
You must be able to "think" to be able to think that you're ill.
You'll never be freed from mortal captivity as long as you continue to hold to your chains.

Or lastly:
you'll never spit it up 'til you want to spit it up.