In an ordinary man consciousness begs to be left alone;
in the few, it demands not to be.
 
 
 

From our: “It’s Never Too Late” department:
Even if you have spent your life struggling to clarify consciousness,
if, just before you die, you will whine and cry,
you can still revert back to being normal in time.......... (for whatever).
 
 

Important to learn and remember is that by endlessly describing in detail,
all of your pains and problems, you will either cure them, or else give others the information they desire and need to help you do so.
 

Take note: everything that men do has a purpose --
(take double note): but the reasons fed to routine minds are never it –
just conversational cover stories.
 
 
 

Hormones fuel neurons to think and say things which completely bewilder neurons, and from one view, all of their non essential activities are just their attempts
to explain to themselves their own behavior, (all of human culture).
 

It is not really men whining and crying about themselves physically
that so fills the mortal air waves as it is neurons wringing their little cellular hands
and asking themselves: “Why on earth did we say what we just did? 
What made us make such a foolish statement?
What were we thinking” --  and, Ah hah!  --  there is the old rub-ola:
neurons themselves being confounded by their own actions
when not involved in survival related problem solving.

During times (which is most of a civilized man’s time)
when the neurons of consciousness are not forcibly involved in assisting hormones
in some survival pertinent problem,
they are still being fueled by the only energy available to them --  hormonal runoff –
and in that they share no verbal/symbolic language with hormones,
what they are indirectly motivated to think by them,
remains a mystery to them.
From this expedient perspective: the want to awaken is neurons' desire
to understand what drives them in their off-the-clock time:
consciousness wanting to grasp what it is about it and man
that makes them the singularities that they be.

Note: no one asks hormones directly about this;
men are not fools:
hormones will not respond to questions  --  neurons will.

Corollary: Only a man asleep will sit for an interview.
 
 
 
 
 
 

A man on the right road out of town works for no one
and offers to assist no one;
his life is taken up full time with himself.
 

Consider: none of the other animals, who run entirely from hormones,
need or seek assistance from their neighbors,
only man, the king of the creature hill, with neural consciousness does?
Curious?! --  only the animal who can think, thinks it needs help?!
an added ability weakens a beast?!                             Curious to consider.

Everybody is an internal handful,
but the minds of the ordinary are instinctively drawn externally;
their minds are programmed to believe that
the minds of others need their help, and that they need the help of others;
an on going family reunion of the familiar minded.
(Tip: don’t attend --   keep walking.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Ordinary consciousness is interesting.................in a meaningless sort of way,
but you should get an eye full of its ceiling!  --  up top where it seems to stop --
where it meets the down pouring of hormones,
where the ordinary never look:
now there is where the enlightening action is.

Small problem: getting the little eyes of neural cells accustomed to
looking directly into the relentless cascade of hormones;
at first it is blinding and disorienting;
consciousness gets dizzy (but hell, it stays dizzy --  you just don’t normally notice it),
but if you struggle to turn your inner eyes on this place,
the reward is indescribable.
 
 
 
 

One of the tricks to ever actually leaving TheCityOfDreams
for the OpenPlains outside of town
is in grasping the nature of the area designated as the CityLimits;
you can stand where you are and look at CityLife
while thinking dismissively thereof,
and you can look out in the other apparent direction   --   away from town,
and muse warmly thereabout,
but both are just white noise;
what would profit would be for you to look down at the spot where you now stand --  that is your CityLimits –   where hormones meet neurons –
where vis vitae becomes vivida vis animi:
there is your ceiling of consciousness --
                   your gateway to freedom and a new life of consciousness.
 
                                                                J