*image by Ben Harubin

One chap's query:
"What is thought but the ongoing attempt to give to some otherwise meaningless brain activity the appearance of significance?"
(You wanna answer 'im?...)

 

 

 

One man altered an old habit (to wit), one day when he again chastised
himself with the words, "I've got to do better,"
he responded, "Than who?"
Then said, "You know who!"
And responded, "No, I don't."
Then insisted, "But you must!"
And responded again, "But I don't -- so tell me, do better than who?"
And ultimately, at that point, found himself at a loss for an answer.
(He later asked me to ask you if you had one.)

 

 

The booger-boo power of the "illusion-of-a-self" is not simply in the
illusion itself, but in its ability to produce a picture of itself in duplicate.

 

 

 

Until you have a stable comprehension of the fact that all thought is meaningless,
you will be much troubled by thought.

 

There was once a man who undertook the study of an extraordinary subject.
He began with texts consisting of thousands of pages, then moved to some
merely in the hundreds, then later narrowed down his inquiries to ideas that
could be expressed on but a single page...then a paragraph...then a
sentence, and finally even less than that.

And even though he'd initially been a true lover of books, and still understood
why, he ultimately found himself allergic to, even made sick by, ideas outside
of himself.