*image by Ben Harubin

The Story Of The Great Search For Me
A man ran into a burglar in his house and said,
"I'm looking for a burglar."
"I'll help you look," said the burglar.
...Yes, indeed-dee! -- the great eternal search for Me.

In one universe there was a radio transmitter the size of a universe,
That broadcast constantly, with every single molecule therein picking up
bits and pieces thereof.

(Oh, and by the way [just in case you're interested], the verbal inhabitants
had a complete other description of what was going on in this regard.)

...Oh yeah, you might also care to take note of this corollary:
No one who will describe a particular happening or phenomenon understands it –
Anyone who understands what's going on never mentions it.

Regarding What Would Be The Ultimate Consequences If Men Were Able To
Succeed In Certain Of Their Imagined Desires To "Improve Themselves"

A man who worked as a retail clerk in a store said to himself,
"I sure wish I could get into management so that I wouldn't have to
put up with these idiot customers." Then upon further reflection was suddenly struck,
"But I'd still not only have to deal with customers but then also with employees
the likes of me!"

Who but irredeemable dreamers will persist in dreaming that they can somehow
become more than they already are, and thus somehow become other than what they
by nature are.

For the first part of his life, one man would say whatever came to his mind,
then eventually came to see his mind as not being totally his own,
and thus whatever he said was something less than representative of him.
So there could yet be hope for you.

After some unusual experiences, one man now says,
"The 'me' that's always jumping around, that calls itself 'me,'
I'm beginning to be seriously suspicious of."