Suspecting that you don’t know what you’re doing
can be the beginning of discovering what’s really going on  --  and thus:
the knowing-of-what-you’re-doing.
 
 
 
 
 

Song From The Diagnostic Clinic.
“Oh, doctor, doctor,
  what’s the matter with me?”

                                            “Well, patient, patient,
                                              that’s plain to see.”

“Then, doctor, doctor,
  please diagnose.”

                                            “Patient, patient,
                                              you’re standing too close.”

“So, doctor, doctor,
  tell me true,
  do you mean that I’m standing,
  too close to you?”

                                            “Nope.”
 
 
 
 
 

Latest Obstetrics Finding.
The cause of all children getting lost is staring.
Columbus could have gone where he originally dreamed of
had he not become fixated on the immediate horizon.
    “I suspect you mean an inner horizon?”
Aye, me matey.
 
 
 
 
 

Conversationus Partially Interruptus.
“Fame in the herd is a fleeting thing.”
    “No more fleeting than the herd itself.”
“Yeah..........I suppose you’re right...........but.....”
 
 
 
 
 

One man finally discovered that his breathing difficulties were due to
inflamed nasal passages  --
caused by mold  --
in his head.
 
 
 
 
 

One man,
for years involved in the GreatSearch
recently said that
if it gets any better
he’s afraid that his insides
are going to burst out to
the outside.
 
 
 
 
 

One guy judged his progress via this idea:
“Ten dreams at night for every one in the day.”
(His older brother is up to this one:
“Only the one actual death for the infinite small ones I used to fear.”)
Note: No progress is yet complete if you still think about it.
(Aka: The distance between Athens & Elysia has not been spanned
if you’re still trying to estimate it.
Pst! --  the prevailing principle is: Wet cows don’t fly at night.
Better keep it to yourself.)
 
 
 
 
 

Tip Revealed In A Conversation.
“It is easier for people to forget you if you have no desire to be remembered.”
    “Is that one of those sentences that is actually talking about something different
      than it seems to be?  --   not about ‘people’    --  but something else entirely?
     Jeeze!  --  sometimes this stuff gives me the willie-spookers!”
“Really?”
    “No  --   not really.                                           (You knew that.)"
 
 
 
 
 

Legend tells of a forgotten people who, like many others,
had dreams of there being a secret-knowledge,
but their versions differed in that they believed this wisdom had been known,
and preserved in an unbroken line by butterflies,
(which they further said explained the surprisingly brief lives of these
airborne adventurers).
Food-On-The-Counter News.
That laying about too long has lost its nourishment;
(“too-long” being: you’ve seen it more than twice).
This is why flies are smarter than elephants?
    “Sometimes I’m not at all certain whether you’re being serious or not.”
If serious would serve the search: Odysseus would have discovered Tahiti
while Magellan was still trying to find his way out of his play pen.
    “But just being silly isn’t the actual secret to it  --  is it?”
The trouble with your question is that you expect a serious reply
(and the guy damn near got-it there for a split second).
The Fact: You can’t count on anything that your ordinary thoughts can tally;
the math of the man-who-knows is unknown  --
in the same way as is reality unencumbered by your normal thoughts about it.
“Cows who teach themselves to tap dance can ultimately fly  --
and what more can you ask for,” asked Commander Hormel
as he continued work on his proposed bovine, anti-aircraft gun.
Man’s thoughts are like a paper airplane constructed by life,
and thrown with its right hand  --   and batted down by its left.
   “Speaking of that: what’s left for a man who realizes this?”
How about: Paper-planes-ablaze!
   “I don’t know  --  I’ll have to think about that one.”
 
 
 
 

A routine mind feeds itself by its own routine words and ideas     (if you call THAT feeding!)
 
 
 
 

Song Of The City Man’s Thoughts.
          “Half way twix here and over there,
            is where we find ourselves;
            with either extreme believing,
            it has yielded quite enough.”
 
 
 
 
 

Re The Standard Urban Layout.
After his survey, the inspector said:
“Most of these roads should have been closed years ago.”
 
 
 
 

Originality of mind is a train ticket only of value to those not in the cattle car.
 
 
 
 

The City Truism.
    “Without drugs,
      we’d all be thugs,”
the most common one being: thoughts (what else)!
   “Why the attempt to mislead us: it is not merely the most common  --
     is it not the only one?!”
Ah!  --  the never ending loveliness of words:
they can state the reality of a matter with the stater being none the wiser for it.
   “Hey!  --  wait just a second!  --   now THAT explains what holds the city together!”
(A man with definite un thuggish potential.)
 
 
 
 
 

Life insists that you become civilized and settle-down,
but it does not say that you can’t fake being otherwise.
And claims one man: “I could have devoted much more of my life to waking-up
if I had not had such an interest in the lives of other people,
and concern over them not living as they should.”
   “Are you being funny again?”
Query: Can you fake being funny, or just being serious.........or is that backwards?
Double Barrel Query: How is it possible to fake something as important as
being serious?
   “You left out: being-funny.”
Yeah  --   and that too.
  “That’s not funny.”
Medical Fact: Only one area of the brain can be serious.
   “What the hell use is that little tidbit!”
 
 
 
 
 

The king of one land, one fine day called together all of his thoughts,
and after announcing that he was abdicating,
named them Albert and said they were now in charge.
 
 
 
 
 
 

The solution to doing anything
is the same one to doing everything,
and from a general who had a way with war-weathered words (not to mention his opposition)
came a message from the front: “Sire: we have met the enemy  --
                                                           and they have invited us to lunch.”