*image by Ben Harubin

 

The man to first realize water to be H20
was not in the water at the time.

After looking at the world of man, and in particular one of the worlds
within that world -- literature -- a man asked himself, "Which is more
curious, writing about fictitious lives, or living one?"

"How foolish,"
thought one man,
"to chase a wild goose, when
no one knows where it is going, no one cares where it is going, and the goose needs no one to follow it."

"How foolish it is, sometimes,
indoors,
out of the rain,
yet still wet."

One man warned himself:
"To figure out the mind may be to figure out nothing."
And another guy noted, "I have elevated blood sugar."
To which he replied, "Well, if your elevator didn't go up so fast,
and so constantly, it'd be harder to understand."

("Top floor! all out!
...all out...
all out, I said!
Come on you people -- all out how 'bout it!")

 

There was once a kingdom wherein but one sin was possible, and that
was to treat a mirror as though is was something other than a mirror.
(And "Ooooo" was the suffering that was the lot of such errants.)

The reality responsible for the words "there is no meaning to life" is not
one of gloom and despair, but rather a release from delusion.