More Stories Regarding The Universal vs. Otherwise Perspectives.
Local conditions will talk you to death.
    “Guess that suggests who you should stick with as a conversational companion.”
“Yes  --  and even when alone.”
 
 

Noted a father to a son:
“Let me remind you: by the terms: local and universal,
I point to something beyond literal definitions of the words,
but to a generally unaccounted for milieu in which man is thoroughly embedded,
which is perhaps best approached by thinking of the universal as everything that
has material substance, and which (except for your own body) is outside of you,
and the local as everything that is in you that has no corporeal reality
(thoughts and emotions) although (to their own confusion) men routinely attribute to their external environment the characteristics of these strictly internal phenomena.
This results in ordinary people thinking and talking about the setting in which they live as though it has ideas and feelings, which (to the human mind) makes it seem to be
as puzzling and unpredictable as can be these two mortal activities.
Simply put: you live in the universal; the local lives in you,
and when the plain reality behind these terms fully hits you,
fourteen hundred and seven matters that are now bewildering and contentious amongst humanity collectively will suddenly be as clear as fried water soup.”
 
 

There was once a parrot who lived on a hippo;
sometimes the hippo would be completely under water except for just enough of
his head still showing for the bird to remain standing on   --
visible and able to continue speaking;
the other creatures became so impressed by their partnership
that they made the two an honorary human.
 
 

Observes one chap:
“Getting men to (quote): ‘sacrifice’ makes them (can you believe this): feel better!  –
be it done by priests, politicians, physicians or psychiatrists  --
it is all the same game with the same message:
‘Not doing what you want to do is what you really need to do,
and sacrificing activities that give you pleasure will make you feel better’  --
and damn’f it don’t work.
You know,”  he adds grinning, “I wouldn’t’ve missed being human for anything.”
 
 

Conversation.
“The best thing about being a famous person’s confessor or psychiatrist
is that you can make a verbal living off what you know about them.”
    “But that’s totally unprofessional!”
“Get real!”
    “Oh....I bet you’re talking again about stuff that goes on just in your own head.
      Oops!”
 
 

Dialogue.
“Man is a storyteller;
if he is not plowing a field or fighting an invader he is telling stories;
this is the entirety of his life.”
    “Oh here now!   There is much more to the life of man than just that.”
“What?  What do men do that does not fall into those two categories:
struggling for survival, or: storytelling?”
    “So big deal: even if you’re right  --   so what?!”
And there you have, Laddles and Gimpymen: “So what?!”  --
the untold, full: Story Of Man’s Mental Position.
What a tale!                                                        When’s it on sale.
 
 

One man who felt himself on the fringes of the major city activities one day thought:
“If only I had been as serious about them as everyone else.”
A True But Urbanely Unfaceable Fact.
The Flying Dutchman can never sail away in the eyes of a man on shore
with laughing I’s.
 
 

One man kept hearing a broadcast,
(yet he didn’t have a radio),
twenty four hours a day,
(yet he didn’t own a radio),
seven days a week,
(yet he didn’t have a radio),
which he couldn’t shut off,
(and also hadn’t turned it on).
     “Man!  --  that must’ve been a hellava broadcast facility!”                   Must’ve been.
 
 

Family Ties.
The only genetics of interest to the certain man
are those he has post natally generated in himself.
    “That is impossible.”
Yeah  --  everyone knows that.

One man says: “There is only one reason to listen to other people talk,
and that is to make fun of them in your head and be thankful you’re not like them  --
which by the way, is why I don’t listen to what my brain says to me.”
“Dear Sir: That sounds to me like an extremely risky thing to do.
Yours For Safer Mental Activity, Dr. Theodore Green.”
 

For a would-be thinker: the telling of personal anecdotes proves one thing:
that you still don’t understand thinking.
Reminder: the brain can do two different things: think and comment,
and one of them will never contribute anything to your grasp of what is really going on.
“My life,” says ordinary men-&-minds,  “IS the Santa Maria!”
a sentiment which subtly prohibits any travel.
(Aka: As long as you buy the story that: “You are IT!”  --  you AIN'T it.)
 

One man only paid any attention to advertising and promotion
so that he would know what not to buy.
   “I bet you’re talking again about stuff that’s actually only going on in the mind  --
     aren’t you?!  --  admit it!”
 
 

Physical herds live off blood  --  intellectual packs, off anxiety.
    Man collectively does as well physically as any other animal,
    but to his own perception: mentally and emotionally he is a mess.
        Perception of oneself is entirely a local, verbal affair,
        as given to misspeak as any other mental matter.
             Only he knowing in silence may know what he really is.
 
 

The movements of the heavenly bodies in the physical universe were initially
taken by men to be metaphors for their own minds, until one uncommon man realized:
“That star over there is larger than my brain.”
The situation is interesting in that routine men’s minds cannot grasp the salient,
simple fact that the mind will instantly expand to include anything that it creates.
The way Pequod manages to sail is by carrying itself on its deck.
 
 

Fretting over your imagined perceptions of Istanbul can submerge many an annoyance experienced in Paris by those trying to get Orient Express seating.

One entity would sing to itself as it worked  --
but since it never worked  --  it never sang;
another would work on itself as it sang  --
but since it never sang it found itself forever listed in the:
Positions Wanted section.
Moral: Don’t count your sentences before.
 

Theological News (Loose At The Seams).
Never let the gods have the final word.
(P.S. Which comes from letting them have the first.)
    “Have you snuck back to talking about genetics?”
 
 

All that comes from man’s collective mind and is called, thinking is but evidence:
a commodity sufficient to convince in a court of law,
but of no sea worthiness for the rebel sailor’s dreamed-of destination;
no matter how well he comes out in the anecdotes he tells about his life,
Davey Jones is still at the bottom of the sea.
 
 

As the partners waltzed, they talked:
“How long I wonder, can men continue to berate themselves?”
    “For as long as they hold close themselves  --   such as do you and I.”
“Yeah  --  I’ve been meaning to speak to you about this: you-and-I delusion you have.”

Unspeakable Rules Applicable For The Few.
If everyone else says that it is important  --  don’t waste your time.
 
 

Trying to understand the universal by being concerned with the local is like attempting to grasp the nature of food by constantly telling which dishes you don’t like.
 
 

Uncookable Nourishment For The Rebel.
A head can be an awfully small place to live.