*image by Ben Harubin

To help encourage his shadow, one man talked about it a lot.

A man went to the doctor and said:
"It hurts when I stick my tongue out like this."
So the doctor shot him in the tongue and he didn't do it any more.

If evil actually had a name, what might it be?
"Name" would suffice.

One man led a band of travelers...most never made it where they were going.
Then he moved the journey internally...still, few made it through.
Finally he made all of the travelers into himself, and voila, success.

Special Sojourner's Credo Number Three:
There's nowhere to go but you-know-where!

A swimmer fights the water, a liberated one merges with it.
...And from the crowd someone retorted:
"You can't do that, you'd drown."
"Promises, promises," muttered one man on the beach.

One man knew all the right words, he even knew all the right ideas, but one
thing he didn't know, and that continued to make all the difference.

"Daddy?"
"Yes, son?"
"That's always the case, isn't it?"
"Humh."

Criticism And The Many Minds Of Man:
One mind, no criticism.
One mind, no-o-o problem!

When young, a man thought:
"I want 'It,'" without knowing what "It" was.
In the passing years he continued to want and pursue "It" while gradually
formulating a picture of what "It" was. But eventually, the more progress
he felt he was making towards achieving "It" the less certain he grew in
believing that he in fact did know what "It" truly was.

In honor of this fact, the man made prior arrangements for what his final,
death bed statement would be (which was): "Ain't life grand?"