*image by Ben Harubin

 

There was once a world
on which many of the creatures spent many years in the
attempt to rid the planet of certain vermin which were
not actually there.

(And do note:
You are in a backward solar system if you think that worlds such as the one just described
are backward. "Foolishness" alternatively defined is synonymous with "the potential for progress.")

 

In one school, the children who were held back and forced to repeat
were those students who took the courses seriously.

...And one boy eventually realized, "Insofar as relates to me personally,
these books are not mine, the instructors are not mine, the lessons being taught are not mine,
and above all, what I believe that I am learning is most definitely no part of me."

'Tis indeed a most marvelous universe in which the only way to knowledge
is by becoming aware of the nonsense of knowledge.

To be assured that you'll be left ashore, all that's required is that you believe you can be rescued.

A woman once asked a stranger, "What's with all this crap I keep hearing about "being enlightened" or "awakening" from some dreadful, unrecognized state of sleep, and all that kinda stuff...what's with it?"
And the stranger replied, "Well, normally a question such as yours is unworthy of a sincere response, but inasmuch as I am close to dying (either that or I've reached the limit of my Visa Card), I'll answer you."
"What such ideas refer to is simply the difference in a person knowing what is possible in life,
specifically pointing to the mind, and what is not."
And upon hearing this as the explanation to her inquiry, to say that the woman was beset
by severe disappointment would be a severe understatement.

According to one mail-order catalog, after you die
(if you've been well dressed most of your life),
you're not required to waste any more of your mental time
on useless matters than you did before you died.
(Postage, however, is not included.)

It's quite easy to look where the nap of the carpet has been pushed aside
and the backing revealed, and mistake it for a piece of foreign matter.
...(Nap, neuron, what's the difference, they both start with "n.")

There were once two brothers who were in business together,
and they called their operation "You've Gotta Have A Plan -- You Mustn't Have A Plan."
And the tricky part of doing business with them was that you could never be sure if they
were open or not. ("Just the way we planned it," noted the brothers.)