*image by Ben Harubin

One man imagined an adventure
he might have –
then he imagined that he had had it.

There was once a world on which the idea of a triumvirate of forces was supreme –
the belief that a combination of three powers ran everything,
from the most simple and mundane to the most complex and cosmic,
and was of absolutely primary significance regarding consciousness.
As they saw it, neither a single thought nor a thought supported by a single energy was possible,
and likewise for any succeeding second, third, and so on, thoughts.
A few among them even claimed that a proper recognition of the situation would
free one from the situation.
...(Assuming that you wanted to be so.)

 

While a dozen eggs is made up of twelve eggs, there's no law that says they must be arranged in order, numerically, one through twelve, and there's also no law that says anyone must ever realize this, and perhaps consequentially stumble upon the true nature of the mind.

One man imagined an adventure he might have, and for a while imagined that he'd had it –
but the imagination didn't take real well, and eventually slipped off,
leaving the man still wanting the real adventure.

"Now we're getting somewhere," said the ticket agent to the man,
once he stepped up to the right window.

...And please note, all you genuine travelers, there is no "right window"
-- hell, there's hardly a window extant at all.

One man looked longingly into his own eyes, as he leaned himself back in a romantic dip, and while attempting to pick his pocket, cooed to himself,
"Uhhhh, how much just to take me as far as you go?"
...And to many people this appears a reasonable approach, but I must tell you,
as available as it be, and affordable it is, it ain't much of a trip.
(You could, if you really wanted to, adopt this attitude:
If it's somewhere I can get to, why bother?)

A man appeared one day in the village and announced to all,
"Tell me what your problem is and I will tell you its cure."
And as soon as someone shouted out their particular problem, he replied,
"That's an easy one -- the actual problem is in you telling me that it is one,
so obviously the cure is to not tell me."
...(Some of the villagers found him more useful than others.)

"Hey, dig it!" said the dragon slayer, "I came here to slay dragons,
and not merely the ones you think 'twould be useful to have slain.
No, I tell you, nothing is more self-serving and unworthy of attention than sham death,
along with all of its meaningless selectivity -- the trailing of the mind,
after the endless arising and departure of all thoughts,
accompanied by their constant assurances as to their pertinence."

(This particular dragon slayer is the one whose brother is a cobbler,
who's already well known for having once noted that
"If you're having foot problems, your problems are probably with your feet."
[That must be quite a family.])