*image by Ben Harubin

 

Two Facts For Your Morning Cereal:
Fact: One man lived a charmed life.
Fact: There is no such thing as a charmed life.
Fact: How would you know?
"That's three facts." So sue me...or have toast.

 

We repeat: Everyone has two of something,
a situation that a few find destructive.

Throughout his being, one day, a man cried out, "If I don't start living now,
I'm a dead man. I mean NOW, dammit -- this (and every other) very instant."

The question was asked:
"Does talking about it always make it more complicated than it is?"
"Yes," he replied.
And was further asked:
"Does it have to be this way?"
And, "Yes," he answered after a long time.

On one world the creatures' intelligence can be measured on a tripartite scale,
with those at the far dumbest end having little regard for intelligence,
then those in the middle having much respect therefore, and
then those at the extreme advanced end seeing through the whole facade.

A man once went to study with a wise teacher, and before long became even wiser
than the one teaching, but only he realized it -- not the teacher.

How curious things progress
within the confines
of
an enclosed space.

(Hint: If in your personal dictionary the term "enclosed space" is not accompanied
by a picture of the human mind, your reference library is still in its nascent stage.)

And the much-anticipated concluding speaker at the conference banquet had these concluding words to his speech: "...and as we professionals all know, perhaps the most dangerous psychological activity of them all is talking to oneself."
And from the audience a voice asked, "You are referring to thinking?"
"What else?" he replied. "Are we or are we not professionals?"
(Many of the waiters cleaning off the tables did not understand these remarks. But then again, they are not trained professionals in the field, they're simply people.)