December 27, 2001.
 
 
 
 
 

In its personnel file, thought’s job description is: Trouble-shooter/advisor,
which is clearly its raison d’être ,
for when circumstances threaten survival,
the brain instantly stops whatever thought is doing,
and automatically turns all of its attention to helping fashion a defense,
but when conditions are not so, thought has two things it can do, either:
sit and look at itself, or chase rainbows;
in ordinary people, in ordinary practice,  the first possibility proves most improbable.
 

The brain is never still;
even when its thought is not engaged in a survival pertinent activity,
thought continues to be produced,
a matter which, were it not for the brain’s unique consciousness of
this activity taking place within itself  –  would pass unnoted;
it would trouble no one;
the longing in some for another condition of mind would be unknown,
it would not even be under present discussion.
 

When thought is employed in its primary responsibility of
helping the organism survive  --  the brain’s awareness of thought ceases,
as all of its available resources are totally devoted to defensive operations;
in times of danger the brain constructively ceases to be conscious,
as ‘tis normally thought of, in that its characteristically diffused,
free flights of frivolous fancy come to an immediate halt
as all of the brain’s resources become focused solely on the threat;
thought has no choice to be involved or not, and for the moment becomes but
another faceless soldier amidst a mass repelling army.
 
 

You can weave various verbal rugs about the matter forever,
but it still comes down to just these two availabilities:
when not irresistibly engaged with the rest of the brain’s activities
in helping protect the organism’s health,
thought is left to either: sit and look at itself, or chase rainbows,
(colorful attractions without actual substance:
the contents of man’s second reality).
 

From one angle, the entire creation of the second reality could be viewed as
the brain’s consciousness coping with the ever present question:
“What to do with these thoughts irrepressibly produced in me
when they are not forcefully engaged in their primary activity?”
All of man’s cultural creations can be validly seen as the brain driving off-duty thought into creating its own make believe world in which to run about and amuse itself
as an alternative to sitting still, looking at itself --
an activity clearly not acceptable to the near totality of human brains.
 

From the few’s advanced perspective this situation could be limned:
Let thought look at itself or let it be distracted;
(in classic mystical terms: Be mindful or be asleep),
though as it turns out as per the brain’s inherent preference,
it is not in practice as much a matter of letting thought do one or the other,
for if left to its own proclivity, the brain will simply let off-the-clock thought
chase after any passing rainbow-distraction in preference to
allowing it to be still and look at itself;
so pragmatically it is really a circumstance of having thought look at itself,
as opposed to allowing it to do what it finds more agreeable:
a free roaming dog randomly chasing passing cars:
thought chasing other thoughts: the activity which constitutes
man’s non essential, non physical,
second, cultural reality.
 

What can be wrong with having a hobby?! --
as long as it is not eventually taken to be something more and its origin forgotten --
which is precisely what the brain has generally done –
and which is exactly what is behind the few’s desire for a change in the condition of their brain’s consciousness.
The disgusting though spirit-raising, pig-in-the-hungry's-pantry
is that in the attempt to alter the way their brain deals with off-duty thought
they routinely become thoroughly distracted in the pursuit of distractions which
purport to be instructions in how NOT to be distracted,
(the poking of oneself in the eye in the effort to locate an optometrist;
surely a situation, the inspiration for carousels, ferris wheels,
human debates and all other forms of circular entertainment) .
 
 

The few must face it:
the more-or-less normal human brain has no interest in,
or even much tolerance for thought looking at itself,
which is the very entry way to that which the few seek;
men have called it by disparate names,
and have attempted to describe what it is using a variety of terms,
but it is all one thing –
the very thing for which the brain has a natural aversion:
                                            thought simply looking at itself.
 
 
 

To ever see through man’s collective fog and satisfy that special hunger
you have only one small area of choice pertinent thereto:
you either have thought sit and simply look at itself,
or you let it run its routine course;
one will see you sanely through your appointed days,
the other will eventually result in something quite extraordinary and unexpected --
                                  --  which will blow open the can and let you eat.

 
                                J
 
 
 
 
 
 

…..”Oh waiter! --  waiter:  there's a fake me in my me.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

...................quod erat demongooberum.