JANUARY 21, 2003                                                                © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 
 

Antipodal protestations howbeit, most men deeply enjoy the act of shaving,
for if they have a job requiring a beardless face, it is one activity in which they regularly engage which presents a clearly defined problem (the existence of bristles),
and an equally obvious solving of same (their removal),
and is one of the few undertakings in life they can feel confident of being able to consistently execute without making any major blunders
(the name of that song is: “You Take It Where You Can Get It.”)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

With that near sub human effort it requires to whine in that ultra human fashion
one chafed chap moaned: “I don’t ask much of life,” and life

There are two basic reactions men have if they hear described,
efforts to achieve some enlightened, non standard understanding of life:
they think it either sounds like the most important thing a human might undertake,
or else like a load of rubbish  --   and truth is  --  they are both valid
(well.....as much so as they are both wrongheaded).
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The king strode quietly and confidently out on his castle balcony,
hands clasped regally behind his royal back,
surveyed the mob of busy, noisy people below and mused:
“Ah, ‘tis always reassuring to see the dumb all in bunch.”
(There are those who claim that the people have yet to have their say,
[and there are those whose apparent knowledge of man's genetic history is quite lamentable]).
   “I regret, comrades, that I have but one brain stem I can contribute to the cause,”
and life (just about to down a cold one, just down the bar) did not stop to point out to him
that he already had  --  and had never had a choice in the matter.
   Education News.
     Real thinking is for grown ups  --   and life only operates elementary public schools.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Through his relentless, non standard efforts, one man finally got his city mind
in the position wherein its attitude became basically one of:
“When the going gets tough  --   I get going!"
Down at street level in the brain, ordinary people feel a close, comforting connection to all the other ordinary,
and a man opines: “A matter perhaps of: ‘Dupes of a feather sticking together’?”
and the Court Jester injected: “Pigs critiquing pigs is something less than impressive,” to which the man responded:
“But you do not know me  --   you have no basis for equating me with those I criticize,” and the neural farceur replied:
“Not so  --  the act itself gives everyone away who engages in it.”
(Note: few citizens find this comment at all humorous.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

History News.
Many people help in discovering a new land, but only one gets the credit  --
    “Why is that?” –
for in the realm referred to here, only one man (thought) takes the final step,
and makes the ultimate discovery, and his doing so spells the end of
other people’s (old, ordinary thoughts) involvement in the affair;
when that solo, unconventional neural output entirely responsible for the
inner expedition finally sets foot in the new territory,  then does he become Columbus,
and then does the crew become irrelevant and is forgotten (they always were,
but it only becomes operationally evident when the destination is reached).
Never forget (unless you have to): A man alone,
                                   has a chance,

It is only the deep, natural born traveler who sees destinations where
none were before known to exist,
(a fact one man finds curious in that, he notes: “Everyone has their brain with them all the time?!?”)
    Life has maps for collective man’s use drawn one way  --
    the unusually, individualistically-driven few stop using these,
    and develop their own: unfounded directions to unknown locales  --
    what could be more fun than that.
“Pa pa, would you be inclined to say the realization most is:
beneficial, or: pleasurable?”
   “Son, you know I no longer have such vocal inclinations, (or if I do, I don’t act on them)
     and besides  --  it was a no-go question from the start,”
”Yeah  --  you’re right: what was I thinking?!”
(a sitting-duck comment on which the old man withheld comment  --  which,
[as soon as he heard himself say it] the lad appreciated).
     On the rare days when he would not get shitfaced drunk,
     bang up his car,
     bruise up his body,
     alienate his friends, and generally make a calamity of himself,
     one city’s Head Priest & Official Explainer Of Life would reward himself
     by sitting alone at home and reflecting on why he ever took such a job;
much fiercer than the competition between NBA teams to nab a budding star
is the struggle between the brain stem and frontal lobes for control of consciousness
at particular moments,
“Like when a voice from somewhere asked Adam: ‘Can you hear me now?’?”  --
and one man pondered: “I understand that for man to be in a proper state of alertness the nervous system must be in a constant state of irritation  --  but hey!  --
THIS irritated?!” --
and another man realized that his reputation was in  trouble when the latest edition of: The Year’s Most Memorable Quotes From The World’s Most Illustrious People
had as his entry the time he said:
“You want to know what’s wrong with life?  --  you really want to know?
well I’ll TELL you what’s wrong.....”  --
and still another man notes: “If a cracked bell could hear itself ring,
it would be too embarrassed to ever do so again,”
to which his brother responded: “But bells don’t have ears,”

One king employed this tactic with his people, he'd announce:
“Okay, I'm all ears  --   tell me what you think!” --
a devilish ploy that would always shut them right up;
the concentration necessary to locate the land of the realization is a job for two: one active  --  the other, not so;
you have your own collection of people (thoughts) which make up your
land of consciousness, and it is up to you the king to take the necessary action,
and declare therein: “Okay you fuckers --