JANUARY 19, 2003                                                                © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 
 
 

After he had finally managed to leave the place of his birth,
one man, in an effort to determine if he was still on his desired course,
would periodically call back home,
and though never knowing exactly where he was at the time, would ask them:
"Am I still on the right track?”
and they, though not knowing the answer to the question, would reply:
“Yes --  press on,”  and he, cognizant of no alternatives  --  would.
Moral: you want a moral?  --  okay, here’s your moral:
                              cows have no business on the phone,
                              and don’t let your thoughts drag you back home.
 
 

If others (the thoughts that fill your house/mind,
in which consciousness was born in your brain) actually knew what they are talking about when they offer to talk about the realm that consists solely of themselves,
why would you ever leave the place and go off in search of whatever it is
that is bugging you to be known --
anything you might want to know would already be right there,
and if you doubt it, just check back at any time, day or night, holidays included, and ask your naturally-provided, always-available thoughts any question about themselves,
and the world wide intangible realm they have inextricably woven into the life of man, and they will always have an answer  --  always,
and in the lives of ordinary men it matters not whether the response has any
objective validity: from imaginary answers to meaningless questions, no harm comes.
Neither yours nor anyone else’s standard issue thoughts have any comprehension of what the certain man is attempting to do inside his own consciousness;
the ideas that life normally broadcasts to humanity’s collective mind
have no information regarding this obscure neural activity inherent to but a few men,
thus in a sense that makes no sense to ordinary minds, such people are entirely
on their own with no help possible from other men’s collective-mind thinking, nor from such similarly sourced in themselves.
 
 

The ideas indigenous to men’s minds about their minds are by their nature nonsense --  --   void of anything useful,
thus every time ordinary people, regardless of education, training, or experience,
speak of what life is about (that is: their mind’s perception of what it is about)
they never know what they are talking about  --   indeed,
most of the time they are scarcely aware of what they are saying,
(this is why cows and sheep stare at you so intently and blankly
when you try to tell them something important).
    A man out on the road who begins to sense where he is headed,
    hesitates to stop and offer others directions for fear of losing himself all over again,
                                                     (why do you think they transport cattle in trucks).
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A man writes to say that reading these daily writings has provided him with
a two pronged experience:
the first being that before now he had never even heard of a, neural-rebel,
and the second being that now after reading much about the matter,
he doesn’t understand what one is.

If you discard the hostility extant in all humor,
anything that makes you laugh contains a fact about life which
men are unable to speak of directly.
             And now today’s: Advice.
                                             Never take your own advice.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Ordinary minds speak of man as a physical creature who just happens to think,
and from this perspective attempt to explain his life;
please note that it does not work, and further note: neither does anything else.
    On one world the thinking creatures had their minds in their feet
so that it was obvious that any place they stood was not the right place.
Cosmically speaking: only three words are needed to describe a properly functioning merry go round: “It’s running”  --
Earthly speaking: only three words are needed to describe a properly functioning man: “He’s frustrated.”
Legend says that some aliens once visited here and rather than being surprised at man’s extensive use of drugs, dreams and alcohol,
were amazed that it was not even greater.

A son noted to a father: “Even before I realized it was happening,
something interesting has resulted from our many conversations:
now often when people are talking, I suddenly see --   almost literally  --
that the size of their mental realm wherein are stored all the thoughts responsible for putting the present words in their mouths  --  is that of a pea, when
(comparably speaking) I know from my own experience and talking to you,

“Never forget,” cautioned one leader to the rebel troops,
“The battle is with neurons  --  not hormones,
and any who do not understand that should leave and enter the priesthood.”
    One man has but a sole precept of morality (which is):
    “It ain’t right (nor probably sanitary)
    to think a thought  that someone else has already thought.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

With routine minds: all expectations regarding tomorrow are based on
the unstated assumption that today is never completed;
on this does the entirety of man’s intangible other-reality of
culture, religion and politics rest.
    Only in the mind & understanding of a man who knows what is going on
    does time ever come to a conclusion (same with thinking, comparable to the norm).
 
 

And one little kid, in observing the adult world, mused:
"Endemic to city life is people's desire to be liked  --  and particularly when they speak;
do you think this could possibly affect what people say?"