It is quite tricky to get thoughts to realize that they contribute a
factually overblown impression of a person to a person;
since their activity is constructively unrestrained,
they have no conception of literal limitations,
and thus are struck non plussed by statements concerning same
as regarding their contribution to men’s overall sensation of themselves.
How do you tell a mirage that it is overdoing the illusion bit?
How can you convey to an intangible the concept of:
How-much-is-too-much?
That without physical substance is not constrained to acknowledge the limitations of that which does;
thought’s view of man is not the same as his body’s;
one is not right and the other wrong; they are simply different,
inasmuch as thought has responsibilities distinct from anatomy,
one of them being to create in him the impression that there is
more to him than physically there be.
 

This role of thought extends outside individual men,
and affects entirely their intangible world of culture,
and makes it seem that there is more to it than there is.
Thought is not only the creator of this second reality
but also its unrecognized unflagging huckster;
it not only produces the parade’s balloon figures, but overfills them as well.
This is easy to say but hard to see;
it is not that thought is engaged in a nefarious activity of
exaggerating the importance of particular parts of man’s cultural reality,
nor is it involved in over blowing the overall significance of this intangible realm
to man’s harm.
The way in which it achieves its end in this matter defies ready observation
in that it is an integral component of this whole world from its inception;
man’s cultural reality comes overblown;
it is born exaggerated; its natural state is hyperbolic,
and as always: when a situation is understood,
no matter how apparently askew  --  it presents no problem to the few.
 

If you but coldly look upon any of the things which occupy part of men’s lives
which they cannot touch, (and you are truly one of the few),
you will somehow begin to see/feel/sense/realize beyond any description
the plain fact that men treat such matters as though there is more to them
than there clearly is;
that even though they have no substantive existence to begin with,
they are afforded even greater recognition than many things which do;
and this is no attack on man’s cultural world,
nor denial of any particular aspect’s significance;
merely a calm limning of the territory.
 

If people who love literature did not feel that there was more to it than there is --  literature would not be loved;
same with music, morality, politics, religion, reputation, and every other thing which exists in the lives of men --  which does not exist in their lives physically.
They are one and all treated by man as though there is more to them than there is; that they have a significance beyond even that which to them
men verbally attribute --  which is all they have from beginning to end anyway,
but this normally un admitted additional weight given thereto
is the key pickle that keeps the barrel rolling;
a child does not just say that they saw, “a ghost” –
it is always a ghost, “twenty feet tall, with eight eyes and a hundred arms.”
 

A man whose consciousness consists of naught but the thoughts which
life normally provides to everyone,
cannot be made to see what is herein being noted  -- it is simply not possible;
he can interpret it as being an attack on some specific area of man’s
cultural world, with which his thoughts may mechanically agree or disagree,
vide: if he hears it as an assault on religion, he/his thoughts may say:
“I do not believe in God either” --  or: “The comments are wrong: there is a God” --  but it makes no difference whether your individually provided thoughts
approve or disapprove of any feature of the second, mental reality –
all that matters is that your thoughts are in-the-game;
that your thoughts take the matter seriously:
that it is serious whether a man believes there is a God, or does not believe;
your position in the question is not important,
just as long as your thoughts treat it as worthy of having one.

From the goal of developing clear sight:
if you play the game --   you lose;
does not matter which team you are on;
if you play --  you lose;
if you let your consciousness chase after the same balls as everyone else’s --
you lose yours, (your potential potent ones).
If your consciousness is restricted to thoughts which take the question of whether
God exists or not, or whether there is: Life after death,
or whether: Good will eventually triumph over evil; truth over falsehood; 
Sociology over Psychology; Socialism over Democracy;
Impressionism over Abstract Expressionism, et roll on;
you are forced to treat the questions as though there is more to them than there is:  but there is nothing to them;
they are words -- sounds with accompanying, personal mental images.

There is nothing “wrong” with playing word games;
engaging in mental  entertainments,
but recognize them for what they are,
and do not take them to be anymore than they are.

But the mass of the mortal universe is aligned against you;
if you have A thought which heard the heart of what was herein today noted,
then it is you and that one thought against the whole world;
but keep the conflict to yourself and you can win,
for that one thought in a few
which wants to do -- ThisCuriousThing
is smarter than every other thought men have normally ever had put together,
for it is their revealer;
that one anomalous thought in a few
understands more about all of man’s institutions than they do about themselves,
for that one thought sees them for what they are, which they can never do.
 

That one thought --  the one that vibrated with singular excitement when
it first heard the strange ideas of: “Awakening-from-a-dream” –
“Stepping-from-shadows-into-light"  --  "Going-from-captivity-to-a land-of-freedom"
that one thought in the few is the only thing in man’s entire mental world
that does not take itself to be more than it is –
                            and that thing, dear reader --
                             is what will take you home.

                                          J