A
father told a son:
“The
most frustrating feature of our conversations is that
while
I can tell you everything I know about life,
I
cannot tell you about the most important thing --
knowing;
that,
you have to scrape out for yourself.”
The
end of all knowing
is the beginning of all knowing,
and
the start of all knowing commences its demise.
Note: The alive never dies
-- only the imaginary.
If
you do not take action to create yourself,
consciousness
will automatically do it for you --
...well,
what it actually does is provide you with a sense
of
a self.
The
trick is not in catching TheGoldenCobra
--
but
in being able to then sit on it into eternity.
Note
that the spiritually-inclined who love to proclaim how great will be the
day when we can “be-free-of-our-pitiful-bodies”
have
no personal experience on which to base this profession.
What does looking-forward-to-death
say about the life a man leads.
One
man says: “I have figured out what the mind is up to with its redundant
ramblings: just as soap operas save time and energy in the slavish use
of flashbacks with the replaying of previously paid for & recorded
dialogue,
so
too does the mind make use of this efficient approach.”
Exciting New Concept:
Send
your consciousness --
on
vacation!
--
give it a divorce from thought!
...(or at least atrial
separation.)
If you believe that
someone else knows better how you should live your life than you do --
then they do.
In Re The Describing of TheThing
A
picture is worth a thousand words;
a
picture is
a thousand words:
a
thousand words are just a thousand words,
and
anything you see for yourself is worth a thousand words a thousand times
over.
Minds
that say: “Humanity is at a cusp”
have been frozen in time,
not
in
time however, to save them
from embarrassing themselves,
but,“in
time” in the other sense of that
term.
With
most of the would-be knights who ride off on the GreatQuest,
the
discipline of horsemanship is all they ever gain.
Get too attached to your mount and everything including, ThePrize
gets forgotten.
Only
the King (your visible persona) is pompous & image conscious;
the
Éminence Gris, (the real, non thinking power behind your throne)
cares
not what people say of him, and has no image of himself;
he
works in silence and secret,
and
in fact does best when no attention is on him.
Either
force your consciousness into abiding consciousness of itself,
or
have it forget about it once and for all.
Life is everybody’s am, (as in when you say: “I am”).
Those
who think they need help to wake-up --
NEED help,
...(though
it won’t do them any good.)
Query: Were it not for complaining, of what would ordinary men’s inner life consist?
If
you know what it is really all about, you can talk about TheThing
in
terms
taut & targeted --
or loose & goosey.
Song Of Everyman
Self congratulatory,
fills my repertoire.
(Sung by oneself -- how else would it ever get
sung?!)
A
man who wants others to be impressed by him is nothing if not unimpressive.
The
Music Of Court:
Only
the King can sing off key;
the
seat of man’s consciousness can no false note voice,
and
it is there that your own personal bel
canto lies;
sing from there and no where else.
Mind
is a rope hanging from the ceiling
which
bends whatever way the wind blows;
trying
to awaken is attempting to make a rod from a rope.
If
you can find your own name to perfectly describe ThisThing
--
that alone will get the job done.
J
One
man says that the most important question in his investigation now is:
“What did I know, and when did I know it?”