February 6,  2003                                                                    © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 
 

Often after finishing a rant to himself about something or other,
and returning to his more or less normal state,
one man, in reference to what he’d just said, would throw in the tag line:
“Life  --  I hope you’re taking notes,”
then one day life replied: “If you had been taking more conscious note of
what goes on in your life  --  you would not be having these little episodes,”
(and sheepishly the man then said to himself: “Well, jeeze –  I was just mostly joking”  --
which even he realized didn’t get him off the hook of what life had pointed out).
 
 
 
 
 
 

From a city hospital comes word that:
“There is no relationship between diet and health,”
and from a university comes the claim:
“No correlation exists between education and success,”
and from the church comes this encyclical:
“There is no association between need and salvation,”
and from a fringe journal comes the statement:
“Nothing much is connected to anything of real importance.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

The idea for symbols came from men’s minds watching the radically inexplicable growth of civilization and culture all around them, and they were further stymified by the unutterable fact that they were responsible for it  --
Question For The Ages (at least for those who’ve reached the age of routine mental maturity): How can a puzzle be puzzled by itself?  What is this universe coming to!
    One kid says he stuck his finger in his mind and now can’t get it out.
One day the King Of Trees mused:
“What I should do is convince those scurrying, pesky squirrels that they are
part of my greater, stationary domain, and thus bring them under my control,”
and one bushy tail, reading his mind injected:
“Your problem is that you still think this is all just a metaphorical fable."
    One young man says that for the longest time he’s been trying to remove
a ferret that somehow got in his shorts, but has finally realized it was born there.
Beavers are real  --  their damming up of your mind  --  figurative.
    One old man says that years ago he, crawled-down-in-there, and before he knew it, never-came-out  --   “Don’t let it happen to you,” he cautions.
    Caution signs stop symbolic chickens –
    real ones cross the road wherever they like.
 
 
 
 
 
 

How To Seem Internally Hip In The City.
One guy frequently gazes off pensively into the distance
just so his friends would nudge each other and  say:
“Hey, Bubba’s gazing off pensively into the distance again.”
Unimportant Note.
Other than for affairs in the city,
if you have to explain what it is that you are doing --  you ain’t doing anything,
(well, it’s unimportant if you live in the city).
    Once city institutions finally face the fact that they have no understanding of
the area for which they have been given responsibility,
they begin vigorous discussions of their  finances;
most city institutions commence discussions of finances
almost immediately after their inception
(there is a parallel situation in your mind, taking “finances” as a metaphor).
    The legerdemainist life has booked into ordinary men’s mental club
is either so untalented, or else so slick that he gets by with but a single crude trick, which consists of him pointing to his left hand with his right while assuring one and all: “Now my right hand is clearly not in there”  --
to the never-failing, foolish applause of the audience.
One man, after finally giving real thought to what was going on there, said to himself: “I’ll be damned if I’m going to pay any more money to see a chump-act like this.”
Corollary: All city clubs are clip joints.
                                                                  The herd acts greedy,
                                                                  cause it’s always needy,

and it seems that only the certain man can, in real time & consistently, remember that:
no matter how much nothing is added to the non-existent the sum remains the same.
Mistakes in city calculations do not much put off a rebel,
in that he is not on the way to any data-place (that is)  --
any urbanely conceived destination whose existence on exact answers depends.
Intown Caution: anything that seems quite significant contained in but a few words should be ignored.
How To Get By In The City: it you are not athletically gifted, and you can't sing,
and your thinking is not outstanding  --  you'd better be a woman.
                                                                     Fame --  collective;
                                                                     talent  --  individual.
One man says: “In my earlier days I attempted to make my mind smarter  --
until I realized how dumb I was,”
and someone asks: “So why didn’t you get somebody else to do it?”
    “You’re not from around here are you? ...................(this reality, that is).”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

As he was spraying to clear his home of insects,
one man consoled himself concerning their impending demise:
"Well, I didn't tell them to come into my home,"
which he said as quickly as possible so he would not have time to consider the fact that
other than for that one special area of the mind,
the world is everybody's home,
"Okay, I want ALL of you  --  outta here!" shouted all-of-you
(You know, under the right conditions, even the certain man can be dumb,
but it's frightening to think that the men running the planet can be that dumb.)
 
 
 
 
 
 

A father told a son a story:
"There was once a man who had a small creature which he fed and tended
until it became large and ate the benefactor,"
and the kid chewed on it a moment, then said:
"It's a good thing our thoughts can't do that to us!"
     "So  --  you're definitely not really from around here!"