*image by Ben Harubin

...One man kept looking under the bed for the secret...which in itself is not so bad,
but he kept looking under the same one
over and over.

One man's personal theme song was:
"I Don't Know Why I Love Me Like I Do, Especially Since I Don't Actually Love Me."

Someone asked a reputed mystic, "Is it possible that you could be wrong in your understanding,
and actually be a fool?"
And he replied, "I have before asked myself that same question, and at first was inclined
to say that it was possible, but I now see it differently."
"No, it is not possible that I am wrong in what I know, and no, I am not a fool,
but what is possible along these lines is that, relative to what may be ultimately possible,
I may not be as far along as I believe."
(...And we should note that any mystic worthy of the name will have such conversations
as this with himself when needed.)

 

One guy's private theme song was:
"I don't care if the sun don't shine, just as long as the sun still shines..."

The crowd shouted, "We want justice! -- we want justice!"
And one man among them said, "I'd rather have understanding."
So the crowd began to shout, "We want understanding! -- we want understanding!"
And then the man was forced to think, "Then I want understanding different from the crowd's."
A man and a crowd -- the brain and neurons -- a mind and thoughts -- things
as they are -- things as they could be.

If you're simply alive, you have physical fun, but if you're more than just
"physically alive" there're probably additional pleasures possible.

Standing away from the crowd, over by some trees, one man took it all in,
while saying to himself, "Sometimes I think I'm on the verge of exploding."
"Then I seem to resist, and the feeling passes. What's going on? ...I know
that what I just said would appear to be self-explanatory on one level, yet
I'm sure I still do not fully realize what is really going on."
(Over by the trees.)