Whenever one man would think of himself, the words: “unrecognized genius”
always came to mind; “That’s the  benefit of thinking about yourself:
being able to get an objective take on yourself derived from the most intimate knowledge of the subject, humanly possible.
(Another one of those things that sounds good         ---              but you know ain’t so.")

Life For Those In The City.
While on an inspection tour, the head of security for all residential structures
made this note to himself:
“An inherent feature that must be taken into account is that the cameras monitoring
the building get all of their power from the basement.”
And someone says:
“So?! --  technology's not partisan  --  science won’t lie to you!’”
He is correct, but what goes on most of the time in the penthouses of
urban sophisticates is not concerned with material matters of technology,
but with the intangibles of culture, sir:
assure us that the likes of Homer, Moses or Shaharazad would not, in words,
turn men’s attention in directions fraught with specious phantoms.
The literal  --  not the imagined psychological energy that fuels men’s minds --
is of no interest, save to the nervous-system-rebel seeking to move his
primary place of mental residency from the collective base of the city.

Note: The only schematics of the city that interest the certain man
are those he has developed on his own.
Corollary: All info the city provides on itself is not info but propaganda,
(same as with men describing the kinda guy they are).

The benefit to being oblivious to what’s really going on
is that at least what seems to be going on can’t bother you any more than it does now.

After the young knight had mounted and was ready to leave on his first adventure,
his father reached up and for a moment, held tight his leg and said:
“Do not let anyone else, including the kingdom itself,
determine what your life should be”  --  then slapped the steed on its way.
(Footnote: A quest that is not creative is not a valid quest.)

One man in his later years noted: “Looking back over my life now --  it’s just a blur.”   He has named this phenomenon: Progress.
(He admits it to be a quite personal view.)

In Counter Distinction To The City’s Concept Of Time And Creativity.
A true artist does not work by the hour.

Everything! (A Poem).
“Sooner or later  --  everything!”

One man whines: “Ah jeeze!  --  you just can’t win!”  --
and life says: “Got cha!  --  I said it first!”

At the Annual Exceptionally Insightful People Convention one of the last speakers made the following declaration to the august assembly:
“Think about it now,
think about it later,
we all have minds,
like a cold sweet p’tater.”
(Just more proof that some are more insightful than others.
“Don’t you mean: that none are more insightful than others?!”)

One man defines optimists as: “Lying pessimists.”
And In An Unrelated Story.
By some battlefield accounts:
in yesterday’s skirmishes more than two thousand adjectives and adverbs
were either killed, or seriously wounded.

The benefit to being oblivious to what’s really going on
is that you’re spared  knowing what’s really going on
(just in case it’s not the sort of thing a person like you would find agreeable).

The idea of getting-high via the ingestion of various chemicals
came from the actions of the city’s condo security guards who were originally assigned to watch the buildings’ monitors  from the street level lobby,
but decided they wanted to move to upper floors.

From one of the speakers in the park was heard this:
“Announcement!
The richest man who ever lived   --   died!
(Oh! --  sorry:  I thought you knew;
okay, let’s make up for that:
Announcement: The smartest man  --  hasn’t!”
(And several listeners wondered: “How would you know  --  if you weren’t him?!”
Yet another reward of always being-him.)

The talking part of one man’s nervous system discretely to him said:
“Hell! --  you’d be mad too if you were stuck here!”

Conversation.
"The true adventurer rides not to merely flee."
     “So what else does he ride for?”
"No one can say."
     “But some do,”
"(Non riders!)"

Question: How do you know when you have found the real excalibur?
It is no longer in your mind  --  but some place else.

The benefit to being oblivious to what’s really going on is that.....................well,
those oblivious obviously know the benefit, or else they wouldn't be so, huh?!.

Gathering pigs is not a problem;
but being able to holler: “Su-eee!” without it sounding swinelike --
--  now that’s another story.
Pertinent Proverb: When in Chicago, do as the cows do  --   DIE!

And someone opines:
"Those oblivious to what’s really going on probably don’t really want to know, huh?!"

Definition From Our: Show Biz Handbook.
Being born: The origin of all stage fright.

The sound that all those in the city plane dream of one day hearing is:
“Ladies and gentleman: this is your captain speaking…”
(Contrasted with what the rebel seeks: The sound finally of his own true voice.)
 
 

The Job Market.
Don’t worry about recessions and lay offs:
as long as you will try to explain what you do  --  you’ll always have something to do.