The ordinary go in search of TheSecret atop a noisy agenda mount,
while the few ride astride an unseen silent steed.
No one can know about your Quest   --   if they do, you are not on one.
Be not concerned about not letting your left hand know the actions of your right;
do not allow your consciousness to take seriously what it hears itself say.
For the few: there is someone who appears to be your friend --  who is not,
(it is the same one who also speciously seems to be your foe).            Foo!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

On one planet if you are going to talk about things non physical & transcendental,
you have a decision to make:
you must either speak in terms of total stupidity, or of routine consciousness.
....(Guess which is most popular.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Someone said that man’s most distinguishing feature is
his desire to take medicine --  close, but better seen:
it is his desire to be sick.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Personality is resistance to one’s hormonal temperament;
personality is attempted resistance to what one’s hormonal balance has made one be.

Only bette davis has bette davis eyes, and only she the birthright to object.
Fact: A clarified man does not necessarily avail himself of all his birthrights.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thoughts: The dye that causes the consciousness of the ordinary
to show up under the microscope of inanity.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

One man’s feet were on the ground, and his head in an air plane;
but in the plane there was no pilot --   which seemed not to matter –
the plane flew on just the same.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A reader writes:
“I initially believed you were being too harsh on the mind --  that is --
until it struck me how harsh it is on me.
Thanks, (I think?!).   Yours,” etc.
And sir, it is probably good to limit assaults to neurons and not hormones;
‘tis one thing to gripe about the thoughts you have, but quite another about your feelings.........or is that backwards?!............
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

How do you spot an important question?                         It’s about you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                                   The Song Of The Ordinary Man

                                            “Oh --  I’m at my best,
                                              when I’m at my worst.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

If it proves to be, (as it increasingly appears),
that anti depressants actually cause depression,
then what should you be prepared for regarding efforts to awaken?  --  hummmm?
(A case of: looking-for-the-light causing diminution-of-sight?!)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Hormones are muscular and action oriented;
neurons, (their sissy city cousins), are given to
mopey, meaningless, pseudo self reflection.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

People concerned that this-or-that-tradition may die out
are already unwitting reverberations of its death knell;
that which is alive --  lives,
and that for which life has run out  --  cannot be resurrected.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Most men’s conscious life is like a pilot for a show that never gets made.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

You cannot be both asleep and intelligent  -- ‘cause if you were smart
you would realize that you do not know what ,“being asleep” is.

                              No one in Rome knows the capitol of Italy.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

All non essential thinking is the search for origins;
all thinking is ultimately the search for where thinking comes from;
the want to enlighten your consciousness
is the desire to understand the basis of your consciousness.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A man who seriously says: “I think so-&-so”  has no idea what thinking is.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

All personal tastes regarding things in the second reality are meaningless –
                                --  equally irrelevant concerning other people.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Consciousness is always hungry, and being-asleep is the few’s
insurmountable dissatisfaction with the fare normally provided.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                                          You can think about you,
                                          and you can think about others;
                                          you can think how things are,
                                          and think about your druthers;
                                          you can think about change,
                                          and think that you should do it,
                                          but if you think your thoughts know how,
                                          then life has stuck it to you.                           ........(again.)
 
 
 
 
 
 

And this email just in from life:
“Why do you keep holding me liable for matters which are clearly
mind’s responsibility?!”  --  and a damn near flyable defense! --  except:
there is a well established concept in the law called:
The Master-Servant Relationship, wherein the one in the superior position
is responsible for all of the lesser’s actions that are performed in the normal exercise of his service to the higher,
and what action can a man make that serves not life?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The desire to awaken is the effort of a dummy to finger the ventriloquist;
neurons striving unwittingly to expose hormones! .......(as, something-or-the-other?!)
 
 
 
 
 
 

There was a farmer who cured his potato blight from instructions he took
from the blight.

..........no he didn’t    --     he made an ass of himself.                            ......again.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A man asked a magical robin:
”Are the few the only people in the world without heroes?”
  “Better put: only those who do not understand what life is about have heroes.”
“Ah HAH!” cried the man: “I see it now: only those in the dark must dream of light” --
                                an insight which gave the bird deep pleasure.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Yes, there is some distinction between, knowing-what-is-going-on,
and not caring what is going on:
 
             if the goal is Stockholm, it doesn’t count if you were born there.
 

                                                              J