The particular feelings and thoughts natural to each person brings with them
their own serious baggage, which (at any time they choose) they will make you carry.
“Yes,” noted the travel agent cum geneticist, “you can leave home,
but you can never --  leave home.”
(“Did you ever notice that all good sounding city news always follows itself
with some that subtracts from the good?”
Bravo! good sir; and have you further seen that such verbal juggling
and the low-intensity emotions it apparently engenders
are critical supports to man’s entire cultural reality?
This intangible world of feelings and ideas was the inspiration for the proverb:
“The left hand giveth and the right hand taketh away.”)
Fact: Civilization is not a one legged animal.
    (“Nor man’s ordinary state of distracted consciousness, huh Dad?!”)
 
 

A man who had been critically ill opined:
“What could be spookier than looking death in the eye?!”  --
and someone offered: “Looking in a blind man’s artificial eye?” --
the first guy pondered this for a moment  --  then thought: “Death is death.”
Which motivated yet another chap to muse: “Would I prefer to have mad cow disease,
or a satisfied cow’s normally healthy mind?”
Death is the Great Metaphor  --  not death the act, but the mind's knowledge thereof.
 
 

One man raises mushrooms in his head.
“Why not take,” says he, “advantage of the conditions?!”

    One man was a vegetarian externally, but thoroughly carnivorous otherwise.

        Even though he was the one who attached the label on his mind that said:
        “All Natural Ingredients” --  every time he saw it, he still chuckled.
 
 

In Re Wanting To Wake Up & Unconventional Longevity.
Inexplicable attractions are the ones that last.
Fact: The reason that ordinary men talk less the older they get is: loss of teeth,
the reason that rebels do is: loss of dreams.
Of those who become enraptured with the idea of riding the mythical Orient Express through their nervous system from the symbolic Paris (locale of their natural born
state of consciousness) to Istanbul (a freer, more expansive version of the original) only the few who get past their initial belief that they comprehend what the latter to be, ever go anywhere.
 
 

A famous figure who suffered a public downfall because of a certain incident
in his personal life, when he regained the spotlight said:
“To those who wished me well: I send you warm regards, and for those who did not,
I have two wishes: first: that such a thing never happens to you, but more than that:
I wish that if it ever does, I will not think about it  --
which is exactly what I try to do regarding my own self when such things befall me.”
From the unconventional man’s perspective: in what better way can you possibly
treat another man than with the same attitude you take toward yourself.
Ordinary men freely spout the axiom:
“Do-unto-others-as-you-would-have-them…blah blah blah,"
but the chink in this link is that routine men have no individually arrived-at understanding of what best would be done to and for them,
thus is the certain man’s practice of this proverb the only one actual.
One warrior was so classy that his unwritten heraldry was:
“I  Do Not Assault The Unworthy” --  (which outsiders were never sure
if it referred to other people, or to activities in his own mind  --  but no matter): class-is-class to those who privately understand it.
“That is another most rewarding, but impossible-to-grasp-by-outsiders feature
of unconventional consciousness, is it not dear dad:
mentally experiencing life in a manner completely indescribable to ordinary men?!”
    “Yes, and doubly neat is that even what you just said is nonsensical
      when set loose in the collective’s marketplace.”
 
 

Men critiquing purely human activities as though such are willful, well thought-out affairs are part of a ventriloquist’s act  -- in which they are the dummy;
it may even be a quite literate act, but no matter: they still be the talking dummy.
 
 

A father observed to a son:
“As a man talks: look at his hands gesturing;
they know more of what he is talking about than do his words.”
(and the lad was struck again with how interesting it is to be a human).
 
 

If you enjoy singing, there is nothing quite as enjoyable as singing.
    “Okay!  --  what are you really talking about?”
 
 

Familiary Matters That Matter.
A good mental father treats a son as does a blister a needle.
 
 

An old man said: “It’s surprising how unfunny things get the older you become,”
and a kid asked: “Are you sure they were actually funny when you were younger?”
“If I am an ordinary old person, I am.”
 
 

If you can reminisce without feeling clammy  --  you still don’t get it.
Personal anecdotes and I-based examples are to original thinking
as used Kleenex is to nasal health.
(“Yes my boy: Views of things that no one else has ever seen
are nothing to sneeze at.”)
 
 

The word went out: “He knows too much: he must be stopped,”
and half the people on the planet imagined it referred to them.

In a slick, political style maneuver,
one man uses the thoughts that seem to have come with his brain
as a stalking horse for what he now personally has in mind.
 
 

If you enjoy singing there is nothing quite as enjoyable as singing.
“All right  --  after thinking about it further, I’ve decided you are correct literally,
now my question is: Why is singing such a singular treat?  --
and is this by any chance related to how laughing will keep you from sleeping?”
 
 

Said a father to a son: “When I describe a situation in a certain way,
and mention that I may be the only person in the world who sees it like that,
you do understand that I am in no way bragging on me,
but am rather pointing out how far removed ordinary humanity’s thinking in toto is
from the perspectives common to us.”
Fact: It’s good to know where you are  --  even if you are nowhere in particular.
(One man privately thinks of his and man’s ordinary state of consciousness
as being: off-site.)
 
 

One man finally made one comparison too many.
    “Where did this occur, Pa Pa?”
“No place accessible to the ordinary-minded.”
 
 

In the city is the endless problem of upkeep  regarding every old thing.
(And note: everything conceived there is born old.)
“Guess that should give a man advance warning of what to look for, huh?!”
Sheep are primed for a wooly view of existence.
    “Well what could be more obvious than that!”
What could be more ignored than that?

And so: for an entire lifetime, with only minimal nourishment, did one man --
hold himself hostage.
It is because ordinary men do not understand how to pay the proper ransom
that they created myths of supernatural heroes physically dying to set them free,
(but the few: take note):
myths  --  no matter how enjoyable and tingly to readily available emotions  --
are not the life a man actually leads, and only those with off-site-consciousness
can take the automatic appearing dreams in their head for real life out of doors.
    (“Ye gads sir!  --   you make an awakened man sound like a gigantic bore!”)
 
 

Though it would make no sense to normal minds:
the man who understands what is going on has a different definition from the ordinary of what is sane and what is not.
 
 

Conversation.
“Proof of having an anvil mind is having interest in other people’s personal life.”
    “Does this include your own?”
“You heard me make an exception?”
 
 

Turning from the tv, a father said to a son:
“If you give it your proper attention you can tell that news anchors
do not listen to themselves as they read what is written for them.”
   “Nor do everyday men, what they normally say?!”
"Bingoamundo.”
 
 

Pretending to be concerned with things you can do nothing about
helps keep you from fooling around with matters you might be able to.