In the latest carnival to hit town is one man who offers to guess how far off
your guess will be of what you guess his guess of your weight will be.
(Several of the locals tried to get him to stay and become their spiritual guru  --
which he was suited to do  --
but knew he would rue  --
so he said: Toodle-oo.)
 

How The Verbal Rolls On.
People give an example from the matter they’re speaking of (such as a war,
or social movement) because they don’t understand what is going on with it,
and the event therefrom that they use as an example is the only thing they can
think of to say about the whole thing that may sound half way sensible.
(And by tacit agreement, giving an example is taken by all parties to be proof
of some point or the other [not necessarily specified.])
 

In telling his tale, the speaker so concluded:
“Then applying the secret laws of self destruction our hero was able to
enter the sacred metaphysical temple,” and someone in the crowd muttered:
“I guess sticking, ‘secret’ in there is your idea of a little joke.”
 

Conversation.
“Fact: Personal hygiene means nothing to a dead man.”
    “How long dead (if I may ask)?”
“Additional Fact: Just because a question makes-sense within its own quotation marks does not mean it has any actual meaning;
this is something that man’s natural born mind is not programmed to note:
that when discussing politics for instance: any comment made there about
can seem pertinent, but none of it has application to farming  --
thus the presented fact: Personal hygiene means nothing to a dead man.”
 

What you know will not wake you up  --  never  --  it can never happen;
your level of sleep keeps up precisely with any apparent increase in your awakening;
what is needed is always: something more  --   always: something more.
 

Travel News.
Those requiring exact, detailed maps are in for the ultimate --  unfinished journey.
The certain man’s highway is being constantly laid down by his mind
just ahead of where he is at every given moment.
 

All words that men invent represent something: either stuff (actual things), or feelings, and the cause of all human questions and confusion is them talking about the second
in the same manner they do the first.
 

In the city a man went to the office of a Complaint Doctor and complained:
“All I think are someone else’s thoughts,” and the doctor replied:
    “Join the club,”
so he went to another healer, next door down the hall and complained to him:
“Doctor: all I think are someone’s else’s thoughts,” and this one replied:
    “You should see my colleague next door --  that is his specialty,”
so he took his complaint to a guy up on the roof who kicked him in the goobers,
thereby making him forget about his complaint.
Relief is everywhere  --  problem is: in the routine mind’s search therefore
it ignores that it is the sole source thereof.
Or as the mechanic said:
“I cannot diagnose the cause of that noise in your engine while it is running  --
since when I listen, my mind starts operating at the same frequency and tempo.”

Graffiti found: “A nervous system is a terrible thing to waste  --
(a fully realized one that is).”
 

When he checked his name in the email address book under Properties,
he found he had none.                        (“Hooray!  --  what a day!”)
 

Only three professions have actual pertinence to man’s life:
surgery, psycho-pharmaceutical prescribing and auto repair.
 

A father said to a son:
“Okay, dig this: a real man doesn't think about himself as being either good looking,
or not good looking, but about whether he can beat up some good looking guy........”
    “Wait!  --  let me guess: I’m supposed to figure out how to apply this
      in my efforts to shake up my nervous system and wake up.”
“What a handsome lad ye be.”
    “You probably meant that metaphorically?”
“Hey --  you never know.”
    “Yeah you do    --     if you’re a real man.”
 

One warrior’s tactic is:
“Wear down the opposition through relentless, bull-headed effort; exhaust 'em!  --
make ‘em so sick of the whole (what is from their view) meaningless affair
that they give up resisting.
And if nothing else: do it for enough years and your hormonal intensity will naturally begin to fade and you can have the sensation of wisdom overtaking your stupidity regardless of what you’ve actually accomplished."
 

The kid said: “Trying to be attentive to attention makes my head hurt,”
    “Consider the alternative,” the old man replied.
(Note: For the true rebel, being ordinary is NOT a possible alternative.)
 

Knock knock: In what three professions is whining the most necessary talent?
Politicians, preachers and being asleep (aka: being ordinary).
 

At trying times one man would frequently say to his self:
“Be a man!” ‘til one time his self said:
“It’s your turn  --  you be the man!”
 

The Temporal And Common Measurements Thereof.
A centipede can never give you the correct time.
In a related spatial story:
One guy started demanding of his self: “Gimmie some room!”
(no report of any reply from his self.)
 

A Human Interest Story.
One man once said publicly  --  in front of witnesses  --  that his: “brain talked to him”  --  but some years later when reminded of it, said: “No I didn’t.”
Fact: “I” is a highly tricky word and concept.
Note: The road the true traveler treads is up his own back.
   “Is that the back of his brain?”
Whatever gets you through the war.
 

Age may not heal all wounds (such as death) --
but it will sure make all neural ones decrease in apparent importance.
Question: What kind of ill is it that can be simply waited out?
Is a truly worthy foe one who will gradually submit due to the mere passing of time? What have you actually accomplished in overcoming you?
You know what abilities you brought to the table as an opponent:
is overcoming such an adversary as you know yourself to be,
anything to really be proud of?
   “Dear Sir: This sort of talk always make me extremely uncomfortable,
    (and for your information: for many years I have been a sincere seeker of
    Truth & Enlightenment, thus my feeling must have some pertinence.)”
Dear Correspondent: Without a doubt.