To ordinary people the most emotionally defeating seriousness is the idea
(taken as a feeling) that their life has meant-nothing:
that they have accomplished naught demanding of other people’s attention,
and that their appearance here will be quickly forgotten  --  but note:
did not such a verbally expressible notion exist  --  neither would this sensation.
Let’s hear it for  --  no, not the opposing-team,
(though routine thoughts see one’s celebrity-failure as an antipodal force)
but what is in truth simply a soapy by product of hormonally packed blood being washed by frontal lobes into socially tolerable thoughts.
(Aka: Men’s common mind says their life has meant nothing based on its
one-of-a-kind-in-the-universe capacity to verbally conceive of life as
meaning something.
[Further called by some: A creature cannot believe that it is drowning
without its brain having concocted the notion of it swimming.])

In your brain you can hear voices, and you can see pictures;
the voices will not lead to the realization of what is really going on
until you begin to experience verbal explanations in pictures:
pictures so astoundingly encompassing, yet so extraordinarily subtle
that no number of words alone can aspire to cover.
The-man-who-knows --  knows all of this  --  and knows it in pictures  --
of a type that consume the voices alone.
To think (in the fully realized sense) is to do so using an unnatural combination of words and pictures, (and note that the word picture here represents more than
the standard definition thereof, but in contrast to word,
it is the best rhetorical description available.)

He whose nervous system is wired in that certain non standard manner has a brain with the ability of sight that is unknown to others;
this is why it can be unsarcastically said: “You either see it or you don’t”  --
not: “You either think it,” or “hear it,” but: see it.
 
 
 

One man considers his highest culinary achievement: pan fried seasoning.
The spice of the rebel’s thinking IS its nourishment.
(Aka: The substance of the imaginary is bullshit  --  not bull, but its leftovers.)
“Here, sink your teeth into this!    Yum yum!        (It’s a piece of Cinderella’s thigh.)”
It is not really necessary for men’s heroes to be crucified;
they will self cannibalize by themselves.
(“Are you really referring to pretentious thought and routine synapses?!”)
 
 
 

Those who say they are seriously interested in the matters men have labeled:
race, religion and nationality
are cows fascinated with the sheen of leather.
 
 
 

More Regarding Synonymousism.
If you know what you’re doing: seriousness and death are the same thing.
 
 
 

An email just in: “Tell me this:
are the stories you print, things that really happened that no one else reports,
or are they things that have not yet happened which we should expect to happen?”
    If you’re lucky.
 
 
 

Culture & Technology As Literature.
Technology is the Reference section; culture is the Fiction.
 
 
 

“Son: if you adopt a philosophy by which you try to live  --
you do not live a life genuine to you.”
    “There is one exception to this, is there not?”
“You know there is my boy  --  you know it.”
 
 
 

If you won’t talk about yourself, most people don’t know what to say to you.
“Is it permissible to use this in my dealings with the mind I find
already in my brain?”
    (Wow! --  is that a question or what?!)
 
 
 

Standing before a full length nervous system mirror, he tugged at certain parts of
his perceived self and thought: "I've got to get my life on straight."
 
 
 

Thinking that actually goes any where doesn't have to be self reference.
 
 
 

After he retired, one judge began signing himself as:
“The Previously Honorable.....(blah blah blah)”
 
 
 

The best cover for weak talent is smartassism.
 
 
 

To the nervous system rebel:
ordinary consciousness is like trying to get around in the snow on skis made for two.
 
 

There is a cage that at first confines, but after whispering of freedom  --   can set free.