Man’s thought-only-based, other reality relies entirely on boot-strapping to exist;
if ordinary thoughts did not in ordinary men’s minds lead to other thoughts,
there would be no culture; no art, no literature, no religion, no history, no psychology, no education, no story telling, no politics  --   no civilization:
life as man now knows it would not exist.
To not recognize the astonishing power of the incorporeal requires a failure of
a man’s senses  --
signifying that his thinking is completely incorporated therein.
Only via a man developing new ears in his brain by which to listen to its
natural born tongue can the realization ever be achieved,
and his brain’s capacity for thought be freed to explore its full potential.
 
 

All experts in matters intangible are actually experts on some other man’s
ostensible expertise in such matters;
do you have the neural scaffolding sufficient to seize the nature of a structure
built on such a foundation;
to see it clearly is to liberate yourself from the meaningless and illusory hold
that the mind’s self-created, other reality has on man (that is): has on itself.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Man, The Magnificent!  --  Man, The Magnificently Different.
In his annals have been those of philosophical aspirations who declare that
a man should never forget his inevitable death,
and should live every day as though it may be his last –
yet others who say that a man lives his life to its fullest by never thinking of
his eventual demise  --  so what do you think?  --  who is right?  --
they both can’t be right  --   so what do you think?  --
what do the thoughts that automatically appeared in your head when you heard the question say to you?  --  what do they tell you that you think about this?
   New question: to whom would a true philosopher  --  a lover of wisdom  --   listen?

Man, The Curious Creature!  --  Man, What A Curious Creature.
The standard treatments for many potentially fatal cancers
(which have no initial painful symptoms) are themselves sickening, and for receiving same, some patients develop a great affection for the physician responsible for their administration in the life saving attempt,
while others come to feel animosity toward the doctor
as the source of their debilitated condition during the course of the treatments;
who has the right feeling?  --  what do you think?  --
they can’t both have the right feeling?  --  what do your feelings tell you that you think? or in the alternative, what do your thoughts tell you that you feel? --
it has to be one of the possibilities or the other, right?  --  it can't be both ways, right?
My oh my oh my  --
to whom, to where is a man who wants the answers to everything to turn? --
 --  only a man with the potential to get all the answers knows the answer to that.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Whenever this one (obvious, soaked-to-the-bone-in-its-culture) city-ite was temporarily
out of town, he would pop into shops and ask for:"‘A can of your local conditions,”
(whether he wanted it for immediate use, or to take back with him is unknown  --
which do you think it was?...........and: why?)
 
 

Regarding The Forecast.
Never mind dew in the summer, and fog in the fall,
preceding the sun each and every morning is the arising of facts;
just beyond the horizon, unavailable to ordinary men’s sight,
is the cache of mankind’s collective thoughts  -- all in a bundle, and undifferentiated  --  until they get high enough in the sky of consciousness to be seen by the masses,
(yet another reason for the rebel to  --  lay-low).
 
 
 
 

Governmental News.
Having an adversarial relationship with your thoughts is not a good foreign policy  --
in fact it is not even good policy to think of it as a, foreign policy,
and someone writes the Mechanics Doctor: “Would this work:
instead of fighting against the mind’s natural tendency,
what if you continually  --   on purpose  --  concentrated on something other than whatever you are presently doing?” and the doctor told his secretary:
“Keep that man’s name on file: he may one day amount to something.”
 
 
 
 
 

A father asked a son:
“Even if it is true that men are not able to change what they intangibly are,
doesn’t their thinking that they are seem to them the same thing as being able to?!”
 
 
 
 
 

Though it is obvious that men hear with two ears,
walk with two legs,
and see with two eyes,
the ordinary continue to assume that they think and speak as but a single actor.
 
 
 
 
 

An alderman so counseled his protégé: “The true danger of city firing squads is that
they are the planet’s only creature with an insatiable appetite  --  and no stomach,”
(“city firing squads” representing the mind’s standard, binary-based response to ideas
contrary to its own, [yet another reason rebels prefer self executed execution]).
 
 
 
 
 

Every day of your mental youth you have the opportunity to travel  --
yet how often do you go?
The day comes to the ordinary when even the subject of travel
no longer comes to mind,
and in an effort to afford his particular mental efforts every possible advantage,
one man installed a lint trap in his frontal lobes;
he notes that thus far he has not had to clean them .......and is unsure
whether he should be encouraged by this, or just the opposite (?!?!)
 
 
 

Those who say there will eventually come a last act to each man’s mental drama which will finally reveal what the playwright (whoever he is) had in mind all-along,
might consider trying to return their tickets now, or maybe enroll in a course at the John Wilkes Booth School Of Vigorous Criticism & Lowered Expectations.