A way to infallibly determine that you are a cow-&-asleep is if
the following persistently occurs in your life:
what suddenly is important to everyone around you  --  is suddenly important to you.
(“Yes, the world may be mentally going to hell, but I shan’t be going with it  --  ha-rumph!”)
 

On the first day of Basic Training the Ole Sarge said to the fresh recruits:
“The foremost requirement and method for achieving a higher state of consciousness
in this man’s army my friends is  --  a stroke of good luck!”
(By the  next day, many had deserted.)
 

In a battle between Philistines and Artists,
even if the Artists don’t win --  at least they had more fun.
(For those of you up to it, instead of the above two names you may substitute: citizens and a rebel, as long as you don’t take it seriously.)
“Pa pa, even though I know you say there are no meaningful intangible battles going on amongst collective man, why does it so seem otherwise?”
    “That very so-seeming is the primary method whereby man’s other-reality
stays alive in his view;
no verbal tussles over, matters-of-the-mind --
no matters to keep the mind inflated and active (other than those of survival).
In a quite genuine sense, all of the various activities that make up human culture
are exercises to keep thought in fighting trim during the increasingly frequent times when it is not engaged in warding off some life threatening danger.
In such times, Philistines-of-the-brain are man’s ally  --
in times of calm, this programmed mind set is like an unsophisticated army
let loose on leave in the Louvre,
and of double-time revelation (if you can grasp it) is that:
ordinary, unrefined thoughts cannot properly deal in matters of man’s soul,
spirit, and the rest of the metaphysical realm  --  but  --
this realm is created and continually sustained only BY such crude mortal mentation.”
“Like you always say Pop  --  circumstances may not be fair to all --
but only so to all who take circumstances seriously.”
     “And you probably shouldn’t forget to note specifically, mental circumstances.”
“Understood  --  but that still doesn’t necessarily exclude the other kind, right?”
    “All dependent on how hard-nose a rebel you are  --   in private,
some not only see through snow white’s dress, but also her ideas of an afterlife.
If you can activate that certain new place in your brain that has no fear of any thought, then you instantly lose all fear of anything thought can speak to you about (i.e.):
both internal and external circumstances become arm’s-length situations.
A true warrior is not bothered by an active woodpecker riding on his shoulder  --
why should he be?”
 

Bemoaned one old grizzled chap:
“The injustice of life as I see it is:
old men do old men things  --   and I ain’t just talking about walking hunchback, tootsie!”
 

It is not enough to know what you are doing  --
you have to know what life is doing.
 

And one man finally confronted his mind thus:
“You no longer impress me  –  for I have at last faced the fact
that you are capable of saying anything,” to which it replied:
    “Oh yeah!  --  well don’t go blaming me  --
who told you for all these years that you have to listen to me!” (Damn! -  he was pissed!)
Men began writing thoughts down and collecting them into books so that they wouldn’t have to keep returning their minds to the library every 14 days. (God!  were they relieved.)
And a lad lay out on a sunny slope and day dreamed of an adult paradise where:  everything is known   --   and nothing is talked about.  (Wow! -  what a dreamer!)
 

And a man said to his mind: “Hot enough for you?” and it replied:
“Oh no! --  you’re not fooling me with that one again!”
And concerning certain ongoing aspects of creation as applicable to man, one god mused: “Is it possible that we’re over doing the repetition-thing?!?”
(but his reflection was interrupted by a passing angel who said: “Hot enough for you?”)
Contrasted to ordinary men’s collective state of consciousness, you could say
(just for fun) that the rebel’s individual version is like: knowing too much --  all at once,
and do remember: you can expend all of your mental energy and attention on
the events of everyday life  --  or  --  on your own private pursuits  --
and while their costs are the same, their pay offs are incomparable.
And the answer to one of the core questions in The Rebel’s Q. & A. Game is:
"A netless, verbal high-wire act."
Systematized methods of expanding consciousness are the
chewing of gum while waiting for the meal to arrive,
and someone asks: “What if the meal never arrives?!”
     Keep chewing my friend  --  keep on a’chewin’!
And bravely pushing into new areas which may force a redefining of
man’s concept of logic, this one chap,
in an attempt to decrease the number of superfluous words his mind tends to employ,
has dropped eight letters from his working alphabet.
 

Someone talking about the physical world can know what they are talking about –
anyone talking about the non physical one, of art, religion, man’s spirit or psychology, never knows what they are talking about  --
they cannot know --
there is nothing there of substance or significance for them to know about.
 

“Son, because of the name I have given him,
never be mistaken about the nature of the rebel:
he is not opposed to the way the rest of humanity lead their lives,
and in no sense feels himself their foe;
he is not rebelling against the ideas other people have, (due to life),
but rather only against the ones life wants him to have.
From one view: his is a strictly, single-tenant, in-house rebellion,
the closest thing to an opposing-party being the opening illusion that
there really IS one, (in other words):
drive out the delusion that you are engaged in a real inner conflict  --
and there is no conflict  --
no lex luther  --  no death-by-luther.
No man is the true rebel who thinks of himself as such vis a vis the everyday life of
the ordinary people around him  –
what the certain man struggles against  --  only the certain man knows.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

*The music of the mind can jar, or soothe  --  just like thunder determines its own decibel.