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As
they were watching the news, a father nodded toward the tv
regarding
a story just presented, and said to a son:
“What
is funny about that story is not the boy being shot while attending a,
‘Teens
Against Violence’ meeting,
but
rather how seriously everyone took the coincidence.
What
ordinary men call irony is just the beginning of the story –
the
first and usually only part of a situation seen by those of restricted
vision;
like
the set up to a joke rather than the punch line –
people
laughing at the sound of a fart and never looking for its source;
irony
can certainly entertain routine thought, but if you will push your
mental
probing powers beyond the initial shallow smirk it produces,
there
is an unlisted wonderland of thrills, connections and insights
awaiting
your discovery.
Seeing
the irony of a situation is taken by ordinary men as a sign of
intellectual
prowess,
when
it is nothing more than feeling you are first on the scene of a car wreck;
those
who do not know what is going on are being constantly surprised by what
is going on -- surprised over and over and over by the same
few reoccurring events.
The
compensating feature of cow mentality is that it can pretend
every
day is different, in spite of the fact that to its non mental comprehension,
every
day is the same.
Thought
giveth, and thought therewith playeth funny, and cattle are never the wiser.
Only
those not loitering about in the herd can see what herd life is about;
men
are social creatures physically -- and also mentally -- perhaps
even more so -- but for sure not seen so;
all
cows are allowed to believe that their moo is individualistic --
that
their mental mooing is theirs personally --
such
a joke -- such a pity cattle can’t laugh -- (in
the right places).”
In
near total disregard of the protruding facts,
one
man insists that: “Neurons don’t
need love,”
(some people
most definitely should get out of their house more often).
You
can let your thoughts stare out your window at particular incidents
taking
place outside your place,
and
you can let your thoughts stare at individual furnishings inside your place;
you
can also let thoughts, freeze-up
as it were -- staring at nothing perceptible --
almost
as though locked in on merely their own existence;
dismissed
by ordinary men-&-minds as, harmless day dreams.
The man determined to get to the bottom of things
keeps
roofers on top of his house year ‘round.
And this year’s winning motto is: “Don’t leave home without taking you
with you.”
Advanced
Version Of The Above Refrain.
You
can have your thoughts concentrate automatically when physical conditions
spur
your hormones to make them do so for survival needs,
and
you can also have your thoughts concentrate by
forcing them to yourself,
and
someone asks:
“In
that sentence, who exactly is, ‘yourself’ if not your thoughts themselves?!”
Ah! -- so you’ve been here before!
“Just
for a momentary visit ----
I couldn’t take it any longer than that.”
Well, at least that shows you saw briefly into the heart of the delightful
beast.
“Beast?”
The one that guards & frightens ordinary minds away from the reality
of their self.
One
up-to-date, electronic-gizmos man says:
“Not
only do I want to have a paper-free life,
but
I also see paper as a metaphor for my mind’s constant tracking of
entirely
meaningless matters.”
To
his block chip, said a father:
“Son,
just for theoretical fun, play a quiz:
what
would be the true sign of a real, famous person (a writer,
let us say)
who
was worthy of his fame?........................................................give
up? --
A
son asked a father: “Is there a danger to yourself in over estimating your
worth?”
“I guess.”
“Well
is there a danger to yourself in under estimating your worth.”
“I suppose.”
“What
is it that you’re not saying?”
“The real danger to yourself is in trying
to estimate your worth."
The
cow mind constantly thinks that it needs more money --
further
funds -- additional possessions:
an
alarmist, illusory view which serves to keep them all bunched together,
and
doing as they collectively should,
(which offers
yet another perspective of why the certain man strives to be penniless);
sweating
the small stuff keeps you small,
and
everything about man’s other reality is dwarfish and petty.
Being
serious about any city stuff is a sure sign of illness:
nothing
that will harm you if you live IN the city,
still
for some -- a quite distinct, and costly illness.
“Okay
lad, let’s check your current atmospheric pressure:
answer
me this: under what conditions would you agree that a definition of, bad-luck
would be: a man trying to commit suicide whose pistol misfires four times
in a row?”
Anyone who can explain how a jazz musician improvises listenable songs on the spot is awake -- and perforce alert to the fact that it cannot be explained -- in words -- -- which are always asleep.
Ordinary
men protect themselves from certain plain, distinct and in-your-face matters
which they do not want to think about by telling themselves they are confusing,
vague, and far away --
and
as always with, pretending-&-the
other reality -- it
works!
“Pa
pa -- what doesn’t
work in the realm?”
“The awakened man -- he does nothing there but loaf.”
A
Health Warning For Those Who Do A Lot Of Long Distance Driving,
Or
Who Stay Home A Lot.
Words,
in their natural environment, drift in and out of consciousness
-- (also thoughts).
A
sheep called a meeting of all his close comrades and said:
“Do
you realize that if we all worked together with a focused unity of purpose
we
could theoretically overthrow the shepherd?” and one of his associates
said:
“Sure
-- and so does the shepherd -- that’s why he IS the shepherd
--
--
and not theoretically so.”
That
which ignorance seems
to get from knowledge is always too late to do any good, (not
to mention, being non existent);
only
human brains believe that pigs can be taught to fly
(the brain being
far too modest to speak of itself other than via metaphor).
Hormones
can only shake their head in disbelief at the foolish dreams of neurons
--
then
shake their heads in disbelief at what neurons can accomplish
that
they can only dream of,
and
one man adds: “Life may not be just --
but at least it’s the only one we have to put up with.”
In
the realm of man’s other reality (the one overseen by his collective
mind)
everyone
is smarter than everyone else;
in
matters exclusive to this man-made-reality --
everyone
knows more than the next guy --
only
the man who knows what is going on being an exception.
J
JAN'S
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