If we lived in a more forthcoming reality men could better appreciate searching for something worthwhile to do when you are the only person left on a ship that is inexorably sinking.
    (“Jeeze!  --  that one’s too weird for even me.”
Is that bragging or bitching?)
 
 

Ordinary men believe it a display of individuality to say for instance, that they disapprove of their taxes subsidizing the reconstruction of houses people lose who built same on sea coasts and in other dangerous areas, but they fail to grasp the fact that: To be alive is to be an inseverable part of a species-wide, shared-risk-management arrangement.
The herd is insured by the collective gathering of all the cows.
    Life won’t go down alone (that is):
        As long as life has its various forms: it won’t go down  --  not alone!
            (“That seems good to know................though I don’t know why?!”)
 
 

Conversation.
“Being passionate about something is one thing;
being passionate about something that doesn’t exist is something else.”
    “And what something else is it?”
“The city: the totality of man’s intangible, cultural reality.”
    “And there’s something amiss about this?”
“No.”
 
 

Fact: Those with nowhere interesting to go will, out of boredom,
begin to bad-mouth their own hometown.
 
 

An artist who learned he was dying said to himself:
“Well, one good thing to come from this is that it has caused me to greatly increase
my output so that my children and heirs will have more of my painting
by which to realize a financial reward in the future;
the downside is  --  hell!  --  the downside is obvious.”
 
 

A woman, pondering the many accounts of sexual assaults, said to herself:
“This danger is not worth me being attractive to men,” then thought:
“Since I had nothing to do with establishing this arrangement,
why do I bother to even think about this?!”
Shift that around so you can see its applicability to your mind’s potential
and the things to which it is naturally drawn,
and you’ve got yourself something quite useful.
 
 

Musical News.
In one key: a man who knows-what-is-going-on
doesn’t any longer know anything else,
(except maybe how to prune a tree, or prime a pump).
 
 

One man says: “Life is like a cocktail party: it starts off nicely enough  --
then eventually turns brutish as everyone begins to unravel."
    (“Sounds like the history of my thinking.”)
 
 

One man carries a gun with him at all times:
“So that I know I can put an end to it all  --  any time I want to.”
(He carries it in his head.)
 
 

Due to many unpleasant events, one man thought:
“I can’t say my life is pleasant, but it is kind of humorous to be inside me,
experiencing this life as it happens.”
 
 

One man  suggests you not give the gods any trouble,
(“Unless,” he adds, “they start it.”)
 
 

Dialogue.
“Man!  --  I’m sunk!”
    “How so?”
“I just heard about karma.”
    “So?”
“I learned that it only exists if  you’ve heard about it.      Man!  --  I’m screwed!”
At appropriate times, to try and keep himself in line, one man will pretend
he’s in Vegas and remind himself: “Frank don’t take no shit!”
    “Sometimes I don’t think you take this seriously enough.”
In this life, you mean?!
One man’s approach is: “You can’t help the moods you suddenly find yourself in,
but you can help what you think about them  --   which will totally fuck 'em up!
Is that neat or what?!”
(By the by: there is a guy whose entire method of shaking himself from man’s
routine state of daze is to muck about with every  manifestation of his temperament and personality [which he swears by.])
Undiscussible Fact: What helps, helps  --  and when it stops  --  dump it.
    “Does that include oneself?”       (He surely meant: one’s native born sense of a self.)
 
 

Q: Why do most of the people who ever become involved at all with the idea of
      trying to wake-up say for the rest of their life that they still are?
A: They feel guilty if they don’t.
    “Pa pa: is guilt a sufficient motivator?”
“Look around you.”
   “Got cha  --  okay: is guilt a proper motivator?”
“Has rain any business making things wet who didn’t ask for it or need it?”
   “Pa pa?”
“Yes?”
   “Is the reason most people don’t engage in our kind of, father-son-dialogues
     that they say too much about the undeniable?”
“Is the reason most things in the rain get wet is that they’re in the rain?”
   “So! --  I’m right!”
Totally Dry Fact.
Man is the animal programmed to think and talk  --
but not about what makes him think and talk.
Aqueous (If Not Also Equestrian) Fact.
Dams can only hold water as long as they hold their peace,
and make no comment on themselves.
   “You realize how this complicates a man’s life who is trying to awaken, don't you?"
"By encouraging him to talk less, you mean?!”
   “What else!”
Kites that soar and excite those out in rebel territory,
lay lifeless on the ground in the city.
Only in specific areas does life allow: The rockets’ red glare  --
every place else it keeps in a constant haze.
   “You’re talking about places in the brain, right?!”
 
 

The certain man is continually (in private) running things up his flag pole
which normal nationalists have never seen or heard of.
‘Tis said that: Knowing the priest, spoils the religion,
and knowing the king spoils patriotism,
whilst for the rebel: Knowing what’s really going on ripens everything  --
things which in an ordinary existence remain forever in a state of but alluring potential.