(Can be considered a continuation of 1/5/04.......if you like).
 
 

When they are young and their hormones naturally boiling:
everyone wants a life of great adventure, but good god!  --
look what it soon enough turns into.
   “Are you hinting that the way around this is to (on your own)
     create an unnatural, continued churning in the blood?”
 

A father noted to a son: “In one quite well founded sense:
to wake yourself up requires that you be constantly saying to yourself aloud
what the rest of humanity only thinks  --  in momentary, quickly forgotten flashes.”
 

A man inquired of his private diagnostician:
 “Is falling apart physically adequate excuse for doing so otherwise?”
    “If you are normal  --  without question.”
“And leeway to make known your condition verbally?”
    “For ordinary people  --  most assuredly.”
The fellow mulled on these responses for a moment or three, then said:
“Guess that about covers it.”
This episode reveals what is likely the most popular reason for being ordinary-in-the-brain: the fact that you can say the kinds of things everyone else says and not seem foolish (well, not inordinately so).
When all the sheep are bleating, your individual whiny version doesn’t sound so bad,
or make you stand out.
Life and its constituent cows either swim or sink together;
same be true concerning each man’s nervous system and its seeming components, and only the anomalously wired few discover that the balance of power therein
can be tweaked.
A strong suggestion of an awakened man is that when he is dead
he doesn’t bitch about it.
 

Sometimes on peculiarly laid back days this one man would linger for a moment
in front of a mirror, look in and say: “In spite of everything:
you’re still more fun than anyone else who’s tried to be me,”  and his reflection,
(being the enlightened creature it was) would say nothing in response.
Legend tells of an obscure school dedicated to getting-to-the-bottom-of-things whose main method they called: The Bounce Around Approach,
whereby certain men could train non standard synapses to tell native born ones,
when they were handling an incoming idea: “Hey!  --  toss it over to me.”
(Aka: Keep it in the family, but don’t hesitate to bully your kin.)
 

As was his wont:
after the king had delivered his remarks to the people,
he opened things up to: Question & Answer Time  --
just as soon as the firing squad was in place.
 

One man offers:
“If you really want to torture yourself,
 just do everything you want to do.
............................................................................................(Maybe I meant to say: ‘profitably torture’?!”)
 

Crude and lewd are in the blood,
a goodly amount of which in most men,
make it into the brain’s thought.
(For a few: “Let Me Off Uptown” is not just the title of a song.)
 

A father advised a son that he should daily have a favorite word  --  one that came-from and was exemplary-of some recent personal realization.
(By the by: the rebel father’s favorite word is always: son,
[similarly to how the nervous system’s is: synapses.])
 

The Prime Rib Of Living In Standard Consciousness And (As They Say There):
“Gaining Perspective Through Personal Experiences.”
You can gush on about your deep appreciation of sight  --
after one of your eyes is removed.
   “Or of walking, when a leg is, no?!”
Si, and also: of Enlightenment, while you’re still searching for it.
   “It was going okay ‘til you threw that one in!”
Getting over lameness is not the big deal you imagined it was when it turns out that your lameness was imaginary.
(And don’t bother asking for clarification of this,
since no one can get it until they get it.)
 

Says one guy: “What’s the use in being a big, strong muther if you don’t become a policeman and use it to push people around.”
Note: This also can happen involving not people, but synapses.
 

Tourism Uncovered.
Just because someone is offering tempting sounding directions
doesn’t mean they have made the journey their self.
(And please note: situations such as this are what makes possible
the seeming viability of man’s intangible cultural/spiritual world.
The Special Math: Two small scams can equal one large fraud.)
 

The City Metaphysical Diagnosis.
“You are sick through weakness  --  as a special lesson delivered by Fate.”

One chap likes to say:
“If I can just make it through my life  --  I’ll worry about the rest later.”
 

And another man notes: “The biggest drawback to writing rather than speaking
is your inability to employ hand gestures.
(Should I say: ‘drawback when you’re on a mission?’”)
 

Remind yourself regularly of that curious operating definition men have of: progress
in their unique, intangible reality:
Putting something back in the condition it was before it got apparently broken.
“Yes, it was a very bad time: for a while my one remaining lung became infected,
but we finally cleared it up and I’m now back to my normal, fifty-per-cent-breathing.”
“Yes, we were quite concerned for a while:
Cinderella had a bad limp, but praise be, she’s over it now.”
Fact: Judgments of retreat or advancement must take into consideration
the setting of the matter being spoken of.
To wit: There is no dishonor in getting-nowhere
if you are in a place that has no where.
 

Glimpses & Gunnery.
Once one man’s inner sight got a full shot of his self  --
he immediately took a shot at that self.

“Okay,” says a man previously mentioned, how ‘bout it like this:
If you really want to teach-yourself-a-lesson  --
just do everything that you want to do.                                                          (Is that better?)"
 

Another chap presents: “There is something in all of us, struggling to get out:
sick cells.”
   “You overlooked: stupidity.”
“No I didn’t  --  you aren’t listening.”