Dependent, personal relationships within the herd serve to both
strengthen the structural integrity of the herd,
and as a convenient avenue to the homicide of individuality (an unneeded concept).
What fear has a safely packed sardine of the open sea,
or concern has an electron, satisfied with its orbit, whether his home be gold or tin;
only certain men with an unconventional connection in their nervous system
come with the necessary interest and mental cojones to be comfortable
striking out internally on their own  --   swimming (as it were) naked and alone,
further and further away from shore and with no exact destination yet clear to them.
Having friends and lovers is one thing, but because you enjoy a chef’s food,
you do not take his day dreams as your spiritual instructions.
No one securely packed in as a normal part of mankind-the-collective has anything
they can give to you which will assist you in departing the herd
to pursue your own individual ends;
if they possessed such knowledge and desire,
they would not be so well nestled amidst in its collective bosom.
The only help available for a man wanting a way out is that which he
somehow finds for himself  --  and in a location none of the other cows know about,
and which no one can tell him about  --  directly.

A son asked a father: “Is man really able to change his intangible, thinking self,
or is what happens when he says he has
is that his thinking regarding whether he can change or not,
has changed?”
  “Let me ask you: how could a man tell the difference?”
“Is that TheGreatSecret right there?”
    “I’m not saying.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

On one planet (which keeps changing its name)
a certain candidate (for an election unknown)
had as his campaign motto, these chilling (yet inspiring) words:
    “With cynicism on the rise,
     and production down,
     can help be far behind,”
(and you might care to note that the atmosphere on some worlds is such that
the breathing demands for a 10K race, are the same as for a 10 yard stroll).
    When ordinary minds think they know not what to think next, they fear not;
they do not even be aware that they fear not,
for before they are ever conscious of not knowing what to think next,
man’s collective mind has kicked in and taken charge.
No mentally stable cow ever feels that it is lost  -- stranded alone in a
bewildering neural jungle;
it depends on the collective mind of the herd for direction,
and the mind of the herd always knows where to go next --
this mind (by the way) is not conscious of what it knows,
and not willful in what it does, but for mankind’s collective purposes,
it functions quite sufficiently  --  only for the neural rebel does it not.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The way one man will make his point regarding a particular matter
is by saying nothing about it.
(Several city organizations have ceased all contact with the man,
and the bus company has drastically reduced service to his area.)