Today we are in, What’s It All About, Arizona,
a funny sounding name for a place, 
but I suspect that Arizona is a 
legitimate American Indian word.
 
 
 
 

When the rest of the world is singing, 
“99 Bottles of Beer On The Wall”
it is difficult to hear in your head,
the Triumphal March from Aida.
 

   When your head is singing the
   Triumphal March from Aida
   it is difficult to watch your hands wash a glass.
 
 
 
 

A man who undertakes an impossible goal can never win,
and a man who does not undertake such goal 
is a loser from front to back.
 
 
 
 
 
 

When it is cold in the basement
the people upstairs get testy.

   It is tricky to live in two places at once,
   but that is why men were made lion trainers,
   and lions given the lion job.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

If purple makes you feel better
then it is purple that is making you feel ill.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

There are two forms of head trauma: physical and otherwise.
The otherwise can only be brought on by one’s own actions.
Question 1: Why would anyone cause head trauma to themselves?
Question 2: Where can you learn how to do it?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

World Wide Fact: The most efficient way for all things to live 
is by habit.
Specialized Fact For The Few: The opposite, dammit!
(though for a while it doesn’t seem so.
…and then by the time you realize that it’s not -- 
--  it’s too late.)

   Universal Fact: In better turned out realities
   there are no “too lates” or any other illusionary
   anachronisms.

   Extreme Localized Fact: All anachronisms are in your head,
   never your heart or hands.

   The reason you can never get an awakened man in your home
    is because of the effort he put into settling into his own. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

People who have never been to Shangri La 
speak excitedly of its splendors,
and those fearing a trip to hell babble nervously of its torments,
even while knowing they invented the venue.

  Two different journeys,
   both imaginary,
   yet therein, men pretend to believe (!?!?).

       …..are we still in Arizona?!………

            A parrot in your cap,
        a tiger in your pants.

                          And the trip rolls on.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To learn about a thing in the black-&-white world,
you study the thing,
but in the multicolored world you cannot directly study the thing
that you wish to learn about.

  Thus are three dimensional people glued to the textbooks
   while the infinite minded have no where to look. 

   …(just around the corner from where you are now
        being Enlightened is like being blinded.)

        And a reader from Vermont writes to ask:
        “But --  ‘being blinded’ to WHAT?”
               Ah, my good man,
                to the same thing that an all-knowing man is
                ignorant of.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Compared to all other Earthly life --  humans are special,
and humans are in large part special because they
THINK that they are special,
and humans think that they are special in TOTAL part
because of the size of their kidneys.

  (Notice To Readers: An error appears in the above.
    Reboot, or check with operations on the second floor.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

How does the beach know to retreat when the tide comes in?
How do men carry on a reasonably sounding conversation
when neither of them knows what the other one is going to say next,
much less what HE is?!?

   When the whole world is watching The Daytona 500
    it is challenging to see in your mind’s eye,
    The Sistine Chapel --
     more taxing & rewarding still is to 
     NOT see the Sistine Chapel when it is in your mind’s eye,
     and you’re driving a race car.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A man trying to walk on one foot thinks those using two are fools,
and those walking on two are sure the man is deranged.

  Routine reason would say that one of them is correct,
  but in this special instance, reason trips and falls,
  and no one is alert enough to realize it. 

     It’s like this: Either you are awake and the rest of the world
     is asleep,
     or else you are asleep and the rest of the world is awake.
     (and I might add, laughing at you for not realizing it.)

     Caution To Viewers: An error occurred in the above,
      which is up to you to rectify, 
      (“rectify” in the sense of, “see through.”)
 
 
 
 
 
 

Yes, I agree with you,
it is a shame to be this close to Vancouver,
and not pop over for a quick visit.
Tell those border guards that we no longer have
anything to declare.
 

                                 JAN
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Even though he not realize it, and articulate it thus,
the actions of a man seeking to Wake-Up can be expressed thus:
“I study my eyeballs,”
and those who accomplish the deed discover that they have 
removed from the sentence above
all of the words between, “I”, and “eyeballs.” 
 
 
 
 
 

There is but one study --  the study of study,
  and Waking Up is the ultimate study -- 
  whereby you realize this.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

There is an old Gospel song entitled:
“I’m Too Close To Heaven To Turn Back Now,”
whose tangible reality for the few is in the fact that
you are too similar to the goal you seek to be dumb enough to 
look anywhere else.              Right?!