*image by Ben Harubin

Thinking is local and specific -- consciousness,
universal and of no fixed address.

Two kids went to see a man-who-knew, and one of them said to him,
"Tell us again about 'Enlightenment.'"
And the second one said, "Screw that, reveal to us how to do it!"
And to accommodate the latter tyke's interest, the one-who-knew dropped dead.

If thinking was a terminal illness, then words would be mini-strokes.

Those who believe themselves to be "right" are right, but note, "right"
(as a stand-alone concept) is nonexistent, and in fact, seen in its full
context, right is more wrong than it is right.

(But what else is new for two-eyed creatures in a land of imaginarily
limited dimensions?)

Questioner: "How can you tell that a man is enlightened?"
Contestant: "Uhh...you don't see him any more?"
Questioner: "Not bad, but the award-winning reply is:
He doesn't see himself any more."
Contestant: "...Uhhh...do I still get the luggage?"

Minds of a feather flock together, that is, minds of a mind flock together.
Which is to note that animals that think run in bunches...real noisy and
annoying bunches.