The ruler of one kingdom said he was: “Rat-ass tired of having his royal time wasted,”
and declared that henceforth the official state policy would be:
“Anyone who can be questioned  --  cannot be believed.”
(A few of the more uncommon citizens immediately spotted the metaphorical use,
and significance of this stance vis a vis the kingdom in their own brain.)
“Hey  --  I like it: If someone or something will play along with being questioned,
that alone is prima facie proof of their incompetence.
Wow!  --  what’s not  to like about it?!”
 
 

After attending a trade show on another planet,
one man brought back a remote control for the mind,
    (he says that next trip he plans to get something to use it on).
Science Fact.
There is distance between everything in the universe, from stars to atoms,
but locally there is a certain arrangement that is damn near an exception.
For the few there is a condition that takes over inner vision wherein
objects and the mechanism for viewing them are too close together:
    “How close?” you ask:
So close that ordinary men do not even realize the situation.
Face against the taxi window; staring slack jawed at Berlin --
men unknowingly become Berlin.
    “You mean: their consciousness does?!”
No --  their kidneys.

Stupidity is funny only to those who have trouble with the obvious.
    “Then I reckon an obscure, super alert man must enjoy a  private riot.”
Fact: It is trying to be awake and  humorous.
    “From outside observation, you mean?!”
No  --  from the view inside your liver.
Fact: Once you have realized what is really going on with man,
the vehicle of words no longer has a starter, nor brakes.
(Aka: When you’re consciously not going anywhere  --
the apparent journey itself is irrelevant to the point of being a harmless hoot.)

The ruler of one kingdom, in a fevered effort to squelch rebellion,
took the maximum measure of issuing to his firing squad, serious-bullets.
(Stakes may kill vampires, but only squinty-eyed solemnity will cashier
the real-deal man.)
   “Poor Ubrick  --  drowned in a pool of his own pointless gravity.”
 
 

Legend says there once appeared an unexpected circus troupe
which set up temporary camp at the edge of the city,
and offered locals instructions in their special skills,
emphasizing those related to the trapeze:
urging an activity they called: “Thinking without a net.”
 
 

As the Prime Minister and Lord Chamberlain stood on the castle’s rampart
in a drizzling rain, watching the monarch ride gradually out of sight, the former said:
“’Tis no doubt: He is great  --  when he is gone.”
On one world: those who seem to rule  --  do so via an illusion,
(and do not ask where this world might be --
unless you specifically wish to be unsettled).
 
 

Man’s cultural, spiritual and intellectual worlds are as stout and as fragile
as the minds which concoct them.
    “I for one do not want to live in a place that I built!”
And here comes that which strikes many as a residential quandary:
“Is where I live inside, an accommodation of my own construction,
or a place which circumstances constructed for me?”
Men insist they seek an answer to this  --   in fact from one legitimate view:
man’s entire cultural oeuvre is such an effort  --
but it is deceiving: no one really wants to know;
life does not program men to want to know  --  so:
no one actually wants to know.
“But a few do anyway, huh Dad?!”
     “Always the few.”
 
 

After hearing for years the reference above,
one man decided he wanted to know exactly how many constitutes: the few,
but the nearer he thought he was getting to the precise number,
the more disturbed he became by it.
From Our Adventure Desk.
If your travel is upsetting you, there are two possibilities:
you’re either not headed where you wanted to go,
or else you’ve yet to actually depart.
Economic News.
Once the rebel’s journey is well underway:
the costs and conditions become irrelevant;
a trekker whose consciousness is no longer tied to the apparent mode of travel
doesn’t care which train he is on, or if he is thrown off of someone else’s train;
his destination is ultimately enterable by him alone anyway.
    “The neat thing about being your own doorway is that you are never far behind.”
 
 

As a reminder: one man kept tacked up in his barn a notice:
“People who appear, saying they were sent to help you,
will seek carnal knowledge with your wife and livestock,
and leave you holding postdated checks written on non existent banks.”
(FYI: This man privately pictures his mind as a barn, and ordinary thoughts as
the kind of people who will do those sorts of things.)
 
 

The king declared: “The asking of just: one-more-question can get you killed!”

The Certain Man’s Hell: Hearing other people talk.
His Inner Ring Of Hades: Imagining it taking place in his own mind.
Dante’s Double Perdition: Realizing that by listening to it  --  it DOES!
 
 

Sailing In The City.
“Consistent as she goes,” directed the Captain,
     “Consistent or she doesn’t go,” mused the Helmsman.
 
 

Being subtle in your own wheelhouse is an approach suitable only for recent recruits, and rebels still in training.
The fully active revolutionist saves his big guns for himself,
and in his bunk thinks: “I don’t need any children  --  I have me.”
Science Fact: In this universe: no life form (plant nor animal)
can live by feeding off of itself.
Fact: There is a spot which affords an exception to this law;
everyone knows where and what it is, and no one will say so.
    “You mean that life has not programmed men to say they know?!”
You ever wonder about life wiring you up in such a way as to be able to
see such things as that?
In the house of mirrors  --  a one eyed man is as lost as everyone else.
(Aka: There is no advantage to being like this, or being like that  --
in a place where they both are smoke in the wind.
    [“I figured you were going to say: Trolls-under-a-bridge.”])
Fact: There is  --  from no perceivable angle --  anything inherently wrong in
visiting fairy tale lands  --  even spending summers there  --
but the nervous system rebel is unable to reside in peace in a location
whose inhabitants cannot stop seriously pretending that they see no
essential difference between an actual rock and a spiritual or mental hard-place.
Heads-of-pins are one thing  --  angels, quite another.
    (“Funny you should mention that: I have at times thought my mind to be filled with
       the relentless dancing of imaginary little feet.
       Further funny is how everything increasingly comes down to
       what goes on in my mind.”)
And pertinent matters of kin & kidding-around:
adjunct a priar batch, a voice was heard to say:
    “Funny is as funny does,
      if Brer Tar is not your cuz.”
Struggling to roll a large glue ball up a hill is alone  --  arduous enough,
but to be yourself rolled up in it, well........you get the scene/picture.
“My hands stick to themselves”  --  THAT is the most improbable of situations
which the rebel must see for himself is in full and constant mental play
in the lives of everyday men.
When you linger in the woods on the way to grandmother’s house  --
you become indistinguishable from the woods.