*image by Ben Harubin

 

To comprehend the nature of the mind you can start by considering this:
Mind's not in here,
mind's not out there,
mind, Dear Beatrice,
is everywhere.

("Does this hold true even if my name is Grumwalt?")

And Now This Item From Our Redundant Tip Department:

If you think that you want to travel to a certain place but can't seem to find the energy
to actually undertake the trip, get a brochure about the place, and every time you feel
the urge to go, just pick it up and begin reading.
(And this is especially effective in handling guilt you may feel in not attempting the journey.
...[Well, hey! I admitted up front that the info was gonna be superfluous.])

"Daddy, I thought the man said he would be talking about nothing but the mind
and man's thinking of himself."
"Well, son, I don't see him lying yet. Maybe you're listening with the incorrect ears."
"Yeah-h-h-h, I guess you caught me again hearing with the wrong mics,
looking through the wrong lenses."

One man asked everyone he met the same question,
"How do you recognize yourself?
How do you know that it's you?”

"Ignorin', yes sir!" said a mystic.
"Ignorin's a lot of what a person's gotta do in this line of work."

One man stayed home alone. Well, we can be more exact than that:
one man tried to stay home alone.

What more can you ask for?
"What more? What more? I'll tell you what more you can ask for. Success, dammit!
Or in the alternative a realization that the attempt as perceived is futile
in that it is already an un-otherwise fait accompli.

When you die you do not go to heaven or hell,
but rather to a stripping facility whereat you are finally relieved
of that distorting coat of shellac.

"Daddy, is that really true?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"No, but even if it is, of what use is it?"