The
way you spot correspondence from children is that
the
opening line is their correction of something you have said;
there
is nothing in city life that gets cripples moving as much as kicking the
blind,
and
the situation is no reflection on the individual human participants,
but
is caused by the nature of man’s inner-only, other-reality wherein
grails
have nothing to keep them occupied other than picking on snipes.
Men
cannot be said to be responsible as much as are the thoughts
which
life normally furnishes to their brains;
a
man whose thoughts tell him he is a Democrat, a Catholic, a Cowboy fan
has
no complaint with the essence of the people who are
Republican,
Protestant, Patriot supporters -- it is not: person
vs. person,
but
meaningless words playing non contact games with other words;
it
is the singular excitement and full significance of man’s inner-only reality
in action, though never by ordinary minds distinguished as being in a separate,
and
unique league of its own.
A
man who realizes what is really going on in life has an individual inner
life that is not totally taken up by the normal other-reality distributed
to collective man,
with
a constant, underlying awareness of the -- for him --
discrete distinction between it and the reality that exists apart from
any human thought.
When
put in words like these, it can seem like no-big-deal,
but
when put in practice -- for him there IS
no
bigger deal,
(in that it merely
makes everything make sense).
There
is nothing, not even sex, food, or fortune that a fully civilized cow enjoys
as
much as hearing his name spoken – no theory --
naked fact;
from
the famous to the obscure, ordinary men shiver with inner delight
to
hear another human say their name -- why?
'Twould
be ready enough to mark it as vanity
(as though the
word actually explains something),
but
as always, there is more at work in plain mental sight for
the few
with
good
mental sight than ‘tis accepted by the many of man-the-collective.
What
salacious stroke to a man’s conceit is being served by
the
mere repetition of his name throughout his life;
if
for no other reason, the redundancy of the act should have long ago depleted
it of any stimulatory effects to his so-called ego –
then
there is the fact that even though the prodigious majority of people
never
do anything in their lives to justify mention of their name,
they
enjoy it just as much as the most illustrious of public achievers,
not
uncommonly -- more so (which is an out-in-the-open-secret-hint).
So
-- if everyday people have nothing about them deserving of laudatory
comment -- a reality clearly known to them --
on
what basis rests their irrepressible enjoyment in hearing their name spoken?
Deduct sex from the equation for a moment and consider this:
why
do men look at their reflection in mirrors? --
--
because they forget their own physical appearance?
No
-- something is behind this, totally apart its corporeal manifestations.
Consider
deeper:
why
do men constantly and near exclusively -- think about themselves?
It
would be inviting to go no further than note that mind’s radical responsibility
and reason for being is, like everything else instinctive to the body,
to help man survive, ergo it is natural and expected that his thoughts
be continually about himself --
except
that a cursory self-review would instantly reveal that the preponderance
of
the
thoughts relentlessly running through a man’s consciousness that involve
his own image quite clearly have no survival pertinence:
they
are meaningless cartoons -- not serious dramas
--
and
yet that is precisely what is incessantly shown in an ordinary man’s thoughts
--
which
he never questions, or finds curious;
but
ask yourself: for what purpose does a man’s natural born mind endlessly
have thoughts, words and pictures about the man which seem to serve
no purpose? -- but, they certainly do, or they would
not be there -- but what?
For
the anomalous man seeking to get to the bottom of things,
the
operational, useful and ultimately, enlightening answer to this question
is simplicity-on-the-hoof (what else is new),
and
is worth all of the initially seemingly complex and unclear efforts
necessary
to bring it into his clear mental sight.
Concentrate
on all of the above questions regarding men’s innate affection for hearing
their name said, and thinking about same themselves,
and
something shell splitting can suddenly occur to you -- something
that the you
that
likes to hear its name repeated would never have stumbled on,
(a foot can’t
trip itself, but can help awaken itself by realizing it can’t
[can the inner
life be sweet or what?!])
J
JANS
DAILY
FRESH
REAL
NEWS
* * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
homepage
email