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AND REMBRANDT SAID:
“FOR GOD’S SAKE,  OPEN THE DRAPES AND LET IN SOME LIGHT!”

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 February 16, 2003                                                                    © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 
 

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?  --

one who would not allow anyone to ever refer in any way to any of his past works.    Huh? huh?  --  do you get it?   Huh?.........”











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."
 
 
 

If you continue to tell about your life  --   to yourself and to others --
you will never know what, being-free means.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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.”

     (Though now forgot, one of the early giant approaches to Awakening  was known by the name: Take It Easy.)










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
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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