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The Planet's Only Reports Which Are All  Willful Metaphors For The Mind

  February 4, 2003                                                                   © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 
 

Cows with their typical small minds can get through some small holes in the fence  --  which may sound encouraging  --   except that:
small holes in that constricted sense of reality do not to freedom lead;
thoughts being able to meaninglessly move about a bit within the confines of
their own domain affords the vague impression of freedom,
but being held in a pen is being held-in-a-pen regardless of the fact that
you can walk around therein.
The rebel’s needs necessitate a gigantic hole in the fence of thought based reality, and a gigantic hole can only be produced by a gigantic mind.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To the normal, underutilized mind, life seems like a walnut sized thing
rather than the vastness of the universe that it actually be;
those with sufficient wealth try to compensate by extensive physical travels;
the certain man, rich in other commodities/goods, engages in another kind of sojourn.
Most thought is used thought, and used thought is appropriate only for small minds.

When one man saw an ad that promised you could lose five pounds of unattractive fat
in only 48 hours, he became so excited he could hardly contain himself....................until it suddenly hit him, what they were really talking about.
(“Crap! and double crap!”  muttered he.)
 

If what you think you look like, your race, your nationality or religion
are the things important to you,
you are a normal cow and without a clue...............in fact you are not even positive that an investigation should be going on.

                                                              Aches and pains,
                                                              bother the brain,
                                                              but who in turn,
                                                              does IT have to annoy?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Note that, critical-experts are always such in a field already established by another;
the certain man makes up his own original area.
What ordinary men call, critical-thought-and-analysis
is but second handed thought shredded then stitched back together --
but regardless the tailoring skills  --  used clothing is still used clothing  --
neural apparel totally inappropriate for a rebel debutante's coming-out
in a gigantic hole in the fence
(more bluntly: you simply won't be let  through dressed like that).
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The sole reason mind has opinions concerning matters in the mental-only reality
is so other minds can agree or disagree with them;
ordinary men are made to say:  “Only via the vigorous clash of opposing views will, the-truth-emerge”  --  an unanswered assertion, in that in that realm exists no objective truth; it is a world consisting of nothing but opinions,
and rubbing photographs of hydrogen and oxygen together,
no matter how impassionately, will not water produce.
You do not, know-the-truth about something/anything, and also have an opinion of it;
the reality of a volcanic eruption denies any comment thereon.
If there is, as life has caused men’s minds to believe, a truth,
after six thousand years of searching shouldn’t someone by now have realized
that it is not to be found among man’s copious cache of opinions:
a rhetorical question certainly, inasmuch as only the certain man is
certain of ever seeing what is really going on with this.
 
 
 
 
 
 

The difference between a cow and the certain man is that he does not talk about things that there is no profit in talking about.
The city mind says: “If I hold it in and keep it to myself  --  I’ll explode!"
…okay  --  well: everybody’s going to disintegrate in one fashion or the other, no?!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

“Son, the most challenging thing in life is to have the courage to tell other people
what would be best for them.”
     “Did you really mean to say, ‘courage’? or are you puttin' the shuck on me again?”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

There are several ways to mentally approach living:
one is to try to always think about what you are going to do before you do it;
another is to try not to think about what you are going to do before you do it;
and still another is to do neither specifically,
but allow circumstances to decide the matter (this is the most popular course).
 
 






The only death the certain man dreads is that of his concentration.











In re sexual attraction: cows aren’t cute;
hormones silently know when they are attractive and attracted;
neurons can only talk about it....well, talk about it and talk as though they
actually have something to do with it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Not uncommonly does one man remove everything from his head  --
stare at it seductively in the mirror, then coo: “And  just think --
                                                                                  I’m saving myself ALL for you.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A rebel continually asks himself:
“What is it that I have done that I can be most proud of?”  --  no he doesn’t! --
it’s a trick news item:
an independent thinker doesn’t ask himself anything concerning
what he has done in life  --  to what end would he do so? --
everyone knows that sheep eat, shit, sex and congregate,
plants photosynthesize, and electrons orbit  --   things do what things gotta do,
and only a super-private, special thing capable of doing otherwise would be worth talking about, and since that potential thing is the thing that does the talking in man  --  what motivation would it have to comment on itself;
would yellow find it instructive, or even interesting to make note: “Wow! --

am I ever yellow.”
 
 
 
 

A man who knows what is going on may still fritter away time as well as anyone else --  but unlike them, not in a pretense that it is something other than it is.
“Gawd! it must be boring to be awake.”

                                                            “I wouldn’t know about that.”
 
 


Playing with words changes the mind’s sense of its inner reality;
ordinary minds do this relentlessly and unknowingly,
(and you can figure the consequences for yourself).

J











                                  All idols with big hollow heads are filled with men just like themselves
 

J


 
 
 
 
 
The thrill of realizing what is really going on is like being a shadow on a battlefield.

 
 
 
 
 

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