A man wrote a book he gave the title:
“How To Be Happy Without Being Sappy  --  Be Born That Way”  --
he can find no publisher who likes it  --  hell! – he doesn’t even like it --
but thus is the life of the poet                                      (la dee-da, dee dah.)
 
 
 
 

Just prior to post time, the jockey’s update on the chalkboard read:

                                                      the track goes nowhere,
                                                      in the world, in-here,
                                                      so you can go on forever,
                                                      in your head, old dear.”

Running about in man’s other reality may have some drawbacks,
but on the upside is the fact that you never run out of room,
or of complaints about never getting anywhere.
At city tracks  --  there are no losers  --
just moronic ticket stubs clutched in the hands of dazed robots, (sorry), cows.
 
 
 
 

The only way ordinary men know to contribute to the survival of their intangible self
is by talking about their self   --   endlessly   --   ENDLESSLY!
 
 
 
 

Dietary News.
In the city, the only way you can be sure you have eaten is by over eating.
Corollary: over eating in the city part of your mind does no harm
since all consumables in the other reality are immaterial;
just as stomachs are not strained by imaginary food,
neither is the mind by references to its special domain.
You may read, think, debate about god, goodness, goldie locks, the golden fleece 'til,  the-calluses-come-back-to-swapistrano,
and never overload the mind a whit  --  no sir! –
that is what it is there for (when not engaged in survival matters):
to entertain and bamboozle  --  and to BE entertained and bamboozled.
None but the certain man need take notice of his mental intake;
only a neural digestive system with a strictly private aim need pay any attention to
the nourishment normally available and force-fed to it;
it soon recognizes that nothing suitable is ordinarily provided to man,
and that it must somehow produce its own,
and in that manner, by being both chef and consumer,
is a man and his hungry mind assured of having the particular ingredients needed
specifically for his individual growth.
    While standing near an atlas and a dictionary, one guys offers this tip:

Heads Up!  -- Definition At Six O’clock!
Civilization-as-a-verbal-structure: a house of cliches built on a lot of plagiarism  --
thus it be (in a sense) that a truly original man is not really ever civilized,  but, hey! –
he can fake it.
Erotica For The Few.
Thoughts = horniness,
awareness of thoughts, relief.
“So, pa pa, does than mean that waking-up is like com -- never mind,
I’ve got to go wash my hands.”
In his attempt to continually update his personal vocabulary to properly reflect
his ever growing understanding of the human experience, one man began calling, beliefs & opinions  --  belches & farts.
A visitor from another world after reading several of this planet’s holy-books remarked: “What a curious collection of allegories....at least I HOPE they’re meant as allegories!”
The more civilized the person, the more irrational affection they feel for pets.
“So, pa pa, does this explain men’s unjustified groveling attitude toward their thoughts?”
And one chap confronts the question of:
“Is there a connection between understanding and age?” by issuing this statement: “Never listen to anyone under sixty  --  unless they know what they’re talking about."
Every generation believes it has discovered new artistic, cultural and spiritual truths  --  for the very good reason that every generation invents new ones.
If you want to really hide something good, put it on the roof  --  just above normal sight.
“Daddy, does that help explain what most men are doing with their ability to think?”
Show Biz News.
The cheesier the film  --  the longer the credits:
yet another take on the copious verbosity of the city’s,
self-promotion-as-means-of-a-cover.
A hollywood mystic makes this judgment of routine consciousness:
“A box office smash  --  an artistic pot-boiler.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

A reader writes: “After following your Daily News for some time now,
and even attempting some of the neural tricks you have described,
it all seems to me to come down to one question:
Is it actually worth anything to be aware of what your brain is thinking?

After writing this, I sat by a window in the sunlight and let my thoughts wander over
the question, and pretty soon I came to the conclusion that although the query to me is valid and extremely provocative, it is not really the essence of what motivated me to write you in the first place;
making the effort to be aware in real time of the thoughts your brain is endlessly churning out must have some value   --
but there is something else, much deeper than that that I just can’t get my hands on enough to describe or put into a question....................and just after I wrote those last words, I was preparing to ask you if you knew what the something is that I am talking about, but can’t see clearly enough to put into words..............and it suddenly struck me that
a response from you, or anyone else would not help me here;
I know and feel for certain that something quite important and revealing is hiding
just behind everything I believe I now know, and that nothing but my own efforts will ever get me to it............and yet  --   just writing this to you still seems to have helped,
(and I was just again tempted to ask you if you can explain that, but herein I am faced with the same old situation of having to ultimately explain it and everything else for myself).

At the very least, maybe that is what reading your Daily News has done for me.
Yours,” etc  --

And a guy has just shown up who may have the ultimate view (or at least a mighty challenging one):
“There are two types of people: me and everybody else.”