When in doubt  --  one man would think his way out  --
then be in doubt again  --  on a higher level;  --
then think his way out of that one, and on so.
Only the dead though un-dead warrior ever ceases the struggle.
 

Challenged one man:
“What in the entire universe could be slicker than religion!
Wherein the priests write the holy book in which god instructs the followers
to bring him gifts  --  in care of the priests?!”
    “Man’s mind finding such reasonable?”
 

Question: How do you know with absolute certainty that you’re dead?
You can’t --  but the rebel can realize that he’s back to coasting.
    Being distracted is half of being buried.
        (One mortuary’s slogan: “Save A Bundle!  --  Mentally Stumble”)

            One man says that any religion is suspect whose teachings too often
            make reference to professional wrestling.
 

One man residing in the city’s Uncertain District kept changing his name
until he found one that he (as he put it): “could live with”  --
which turned out to be: Rest In Peace.
 

Cows like to say and pretend to believe: “Big udders  --   much milk!”
(hoping evidently that outsiders will assume they mean it metaphorically).
 

Men with somatics larger than psyches are particularly given to self aggrandizement.
(How do you think religions and history's notable wars get started.)
 

The Trial Continues.
Collective thinking is compiling evidence on all cows.
 

Some men believe they awakened while meditating;
some while reading about it,
and others whilst being instructed there in;
the man who really does is never sure what he was doing that might have caused it.
Fact: The man-who-knows has no after-the-fact interest in causes.
 

When an artist believes he has awakened  --  he checks his paints;
when a composer believes that he has  --  he checks his scores;
when an author believes that he has  --  he checks his writings,
and if a general seems to have seen-the-light  --  the first thing he does is check-his-bullets.

An individual cow can engage in independent thinking as long as
it presents no threat to the herd.
Note: Herds can’t be harmed by thoughts  --  only bullets  --  real  bullets,
ergo can religions and other cultural pastimes not be physically destroyed.
You can kill Grimm, but not the products of his neural storytelling.
The practical difference between the certain man and everyone else
is in knowing which targets are worth attacking.
(Hint: they are never any the ordinary believe are  --
which is how [by the way] in a manner singularly subtle in this entire universe
that a particular target remains protected:
by it being in charge of identifying the proper targets.
Can anyone spell: The Supreme Slickness Of The Mind?!)
 

The tracks of the mind are laid out in such a way that if you ask a train where it is going it will reply:
    “I do not know  --
      I cannot know  --
      and it is not my responsibility to know”  --  in a cheerful, insouciant tone of voice.
 

Cows comfortable with city life do not want to know any more about what is going on than they already do.
 

The tracks of the mind are laid out in such a way that if you ask a train that has become religious where it is going it will reply:
“I do not know  --  but the scriptures tell me where;
it is not my job to know  --  the priests are in charge of that,
I cannot ever know  -- they have assured me of that –
now leave me alone and let me be on my way.”
    “Is that another one of those scenes about things that you make up
     which actually goes on entirely in a man’s head?”
 

For the man who discovers how to get his thoughts to think  --
rather than just comment  --
there is never a final-statement regarding any human situation.
   “Could this per chance be a secret path to immortality?!”
        Ask your cells how secret it is.
 

One benefit of remaining a cow is that everything is provided for you.
 

And one man says: “I can’t get my cells to talk to me.”
 

Almost no news that interests city dwellers has any personal significance to
the certain man.
   “But isn’t it questionable whether such really has any to anybody?”
Maybe  --  but the anybodys don't even have a suspicion of it.

"Dear Dr. Exacto: If you don’t even suspect that something might be so  --
can it ever be?  --  for you, I mean?
Sincerely, J.R.S., Miami.
     .........Doctor?.......doctor?......”
 

Part of the herd’s energy is devoted to “smearing good & decent men”  --
the other part to making men want to be called: “good & decent”.
   “You know, Prof. Kraco: it’s funny how everything balances out in herd life.”
“Which must account for cows’ humorous outlook on life.”
    “That’s your idea of a witty remark?!”
 

Man is not structured to realize there is a natural conflict between
what his mind by nature says he wants regarding change,
and what he really does  --  which is no change.
Men experience two classes of wants: those of instinct (which require no words),
and those arising from one’s temperament (their so called, personality)
which are always spoken of, and which are in natural conflict with his instinctive wants. E.g. a man says he wants to eat less to lose weight,
but when he is eating, he never has any desire to eat less than he does.
Man’s nature makes him say he wants to change,
and his nature also has no interest whatever in changing.
    (“What an interesting life hippos miss.”)
 

No one wants to know what is really going on if it requires they think
something other than they now do;
thus a significant, though totally unacknowledged fact is that:
People do not want to be informed  --  only entertained.
    “And there’s something wrong with that!”
No.
 

Conversation.
“The biggest benefit to being filthy rich is that you can isolate yourself from
people who are always trying to sell you something.”
    “How about the fact that if you’re infinitely rich
      there’s nothing you want to buy anyway?!”
“Yeah you’re right: same as how you are mentally when you're awake.”
 

One man saw a star that no one had seen before,
but no matter how he pointed and described it, no one else would admit they saw it   --
so he stopped talking about it.
 

Every day or so, one man when alone, would, in a threatening voice scream aloud:
“I’m about to have a god damn fit!  --  and even if I’m not  --  I’ve said I am!”
    (He has a brother who stuck with himself until the end.)
 

The only way you can confidently laugh at the folly to which other men’s interests drive them is by ignoring what yours does to you.
 

All mystical systems and religions come about through some guy incessantly repeating something he once said that really impressed him.