*image by Ben Harubin

 

 

Two Ways To Try:
Either "clean house" or else live in an expandable one.

After years of hearing sundry, then finally surprising, comments on the subject,
one man said, "Okay, let me see if I've got this straight: There's no actual difference
between those enlightened and those not, it's just that the former enjoy their condition more."

Yes, more adventures in the realm of T.W.T.P.B.T -- Too Weird To Possibly Be True.

One man so mused, "Our gradual decline into living death is in our 'not liking' this or that."

The Extreme Shame Of The Inner Commentary -- A Verse:
Talking to yourself is doubly pathetic
if you've got nothing new to say.

One man's approach: "Whatever thought you're having, have it quickly and immediately,
then forget it, and with every thought you hear from others, do similarly, hear it quickly
and instantly, then forget it also."

(A sidebar to the above story concerns another man, apparently losing much
of his trust in words, who, rather than having an "approach" to things, had
an egg instead. [Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking -- no, I don't.])

The true and correct name of being more conscious than you ordinarily are
could be "accommodating."