He who says he knows what is going on
and then expresses concern therewith,
has no idea what is going on.

Mountains and mitochondria know what is going on and have nothing to say about it;
priests, politicians and your crazy-uncle-harry-up-in-the-attic talk about it constantly;
question: who is the smartest? --  to which would you entrust your life?

Consciousness is programmed to talk, without it consciousness would be a washout;
a non starter; an accordionist’s beeper,
and when it is directly involved with the rest of the brain in survival related activity
its speech is intended for internal use and is totally focused on
the essential matter at hand,
but when it is not so engaged, it begins to babble,
both to itself  --  not to other areas of the brain --  but to itself,
and eventually to other humans as well.
This inner prattle is the set construction for the dream drama that is ordinary men’s
so-called, personal lives;
their pancreas, platelets and privates live silent, real-life lives
while their thoughts and words float mainly in fairy tales.

Those who know what is going on have no comment thereon --
“no comment” in the sense of critical ones,
which are the only persistent, serious statements men make about life,
in that ordinary minds are not moved to comment on a matter
unless they have some objection to it.
For human benefit, consciousness may wish to change the course of a river,
but it does not condemn the river for its present one;
and minds will plot ways to resist hurricanes, but they do not get angry with the winds;
only when off duty, recreational consciousness turns its attention to affairs
in the non physical, second reality, not native to the planet --
products solely of its own creation --  does critical commentary commence.

Men do not perceive ugly mountains --  only ugly sculptures;
they find no offensive brooks --  only offensive books;
no evil natural, physical actions (such as gravity or evaporation),
all actions labeled evil by man come strictly from man –
and those most passionately denounced are the actions of his consciousness
and speech  --  not his behavior.

No sane man would take seriously a proffered dispute over whether
oaks or elms have the right approach to life,
yet will, wrangles regarding god’s correct name;
consider the fact that men see no conflicts worthy of notice or mention
occurring in the natural, physical world outside of them,
whereas in the non physical, cultural world,
which in essence exists inside of them, in their thoughts,
conflict is its life blood.

The mind can let a pleasant day pass without comment there about,
while making much note of how inclement was the previous,
and how threatening the forecast for the morrow;
in its primary function, consciousness is programmed to find problems,
which, via its slack time, has led to man finding life to be a problem,
which does no observable harm --  contraire --
this attitude results in him constantly rearranging his physical circumstances
to more comfortably serve him,
but this programming, while materially beneficial,
offers no comparable mental satisfaction.
Increasing one’s safety & comfort does not increase one’s understanding,
though such is the collective drive within man,
and it is from the mind’s constant fault finding that all such improvements
to physical existence occur;
the faults men enumerate within his non physical reality produce nothing
beneficial for the few seeking to get-to-the-bottom-of-things.

TheGreatAwakening --  TheGrandEnlightenment  --
TheBigSecret you find at the bottom of things is this:
at the very bottom of things --  things are as they are;
they are as they are notwithstanding any man’s comments thereabout;
things are as they are in spite of all men’s collective beliefs that
they should be otherwise,
(remember it is things-as-they-are which cause men to believe what they do).
 

Only normal, sane men have anything to say about how things are,
and anyone who has any serious comment to make about how things are
has no clue whatever to how things really are and what is actually going on
all around them and all inside them.

Life clearly has no interest in men awakening to what is going on,
or it would make them naturally so aware;
any interest you have in the matter (you might say) is --  off-the-books:
a strictly private frolic that life tolerates in a few,
and damn sure does little to assist;
it is indeed, indeed, quite difficult to ever get anything even remotely resembling
a firm-grasp on how exactly to pursue this interest;
life lets a few people be born with the desire to know,
but then does almost nothing to help them fulfill it.

One of the few  things that can be said unconditionally for the use of the few is this:
no thought that appears in you which comments on anything
in a manner that is in any way critical has any value whatsoever;
there simply is no such animal as, enlightening-criticism:
this is at complete natural odds with your natural mind,
and there is no evidence to support it --  no way to prove it,
but the TrueFew can rely on its validity as solidly as they can
the sun’s appearance tomorrow morning, or the next breath they will take.
This offers an instantly available, always operational tool for the really anxious & alert: all criticism of life is the sound of snoring --
of abject ignorance of what life is about and man’s place in it;
there are no exceptions to this --  no way out,
and you either get it or you don’t, and even while you don’t,
it can be of inestimable value to just keep remembering the idea –
even if you do not fully understand it, or even actually believe it to be true:
just keep interrupting the ordinary flow of fault finding thoughts through you
with your own unnatural comment:

                                 “All criticism is sleep.
                             All resistance to anything mental is an admission of ignorance.
                             Any comment about life is an embarrassment.”
 
 
 

There is not only nothing negative to be said about life --
there is nothing to be said  --  save by the crowd.
The smart man lets other hamsters run the secondary wheel;
it must be turned, and there is no shortage of willing hamsters,
but a man with a keen ear will hear the kernel of this,
and undertake not to let his consciousness be constantly composed-of,
and totally overtaken-by the meaningless, not-understood-at-all
critical comments life relentlessly feeds the collective, natural minds of men.
 
 

If your consciousness at any given instant is resisting something mental,
you are comprehending nothing about life --  it is truly that plain & simple,
and thus offers a solid place from which to start & prosecute your pursuit.
 
 

Seeing-to-the-bottom-of-things is as scattered & complex as the universe itself,
yet as simple & close by as the lens of your eyeball;
there is a physical reality --  and there is a bullshit one,
they are both necessary for a normal, collective life;
for an extraordinary understanding of life --  one of them is privately not.
 

Simulare auxillari conversic rota sed non ita experiri extraordinarius:
I appear to help turn the wheel, but I do not:
thus have I experienced something extraordinary   –    I realize what is really going on.
 

                                                              J