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Putting Mouths In The Words Of The Few
 February 1, 2004                                                                     © 2004: JAN COX
 

Those Who Want Their Allegories Simple Are Those Who Would
Like To Stay Dry In The Rain Without Running
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On the outskirts of one place stands a sign that both welcomes and warns:
“If You’re From Out Of Town  --  You’re Out Of Luck.”
The city protects its own (that is):
the area of the brain in which the thoughts natural to each man appears,
seem to him to be entirely correct, and the only ones proper to a man --  so:
if you’re not from around here (or have somehow made yourself an outlier)
then from local perspectives: You’re out of luck!  --
by being so severely out-of-mental-step.
 


The obvious is beyond the grasp of the populace.



As always, as the new day began to break,
the various armies took up their positions on opposing hillsides;
one legion under a banner that proclaimed: “Happiness Through Action!”  --
another host whose battle cry read: “Happiness Through Passivity!”  --
and still another whose standard announced: “Happiness Through Suffering!”  --
and one more mob waved a streamer that declared: “Happiness Through Ignorance!”
     What a beautiful day for conflict  --  the glorious times of man.
 
 

Believing that someone can insult-your-intelligence is the same as having a hero.
(Who by the way, is also a moron).



Man lives in two places: here and somewhere else;
he lives in these two different places simultaneously:
one of them noisy  --  one of them not;
the noise of the noisy one disturbs it  --  but it never recognizes the cause.
Fact: To be ordinary is to be forever dissatisfied with where you are;
this is natural and what it is to be human.
A few want more.
 

The truths of collective thinking are always individually quite otherwise  --
which is why real individuals can’t breathe inside the city.
Man’s spiritual/cultural/intellectual worlds can only survive
via en mass population of same;
it is too difficult to be adequately dazed and distracted while alone  --
men need to be in the company of others.
 

The concept of something: being-over becomes in men’s minds, a noun;
the notion of something: being-over eventually becomes a part of
what it was that  got over.
Man alone has endings with no end.
(Memories must eat like everything else.)
 
 

The problem with definitions is the words.



What passes for intellectual growth in the Cynical Sector of the city is commonly conceived of as going from a belief that one must choose between: good & evil
to a more progressive selecting between: evil & son-of-evil.
When you’re a street busker juggling imaginary balls,
it’s a constant hassle to keep the crowd interested.
 

The brain is split in two;
one side is named: Different, the other side: Same;
the tug between them accounts for all purely human activity.
By nature do men say they want themselves and life to be different,
and also by nature do they want everything to stay the same;
the two sides of the brain cannot manifest simultaneously,
or man could not be as he is;
a scant few people don’t want to be as they and everyone else are  --  for real!  --
not for: saying they want to be different  --  but for real.
The beginning of achieving this is in realizing that the mortal mind is split in two:
into the Different and the Same, and ne’er do the two ever meet.
 

Fact: The obvious cannot be analyzed;
ordinary minds do not see this;
ordinary minds continually attempt to analyze the obvious.
    Question: Do you grasp the consequence?
 

A great thing about having a large mansion is that you have all the many rooms  --  even if you never (or seldom) use them  --  it is just the having them.
(Something that those without them can never understand).
 
 

The human mind has conjured up an endless landfill to stand in for everything it doesn’t know (more precisely): for everything it believes it can never know.

Half of life wants to tell the other half: "Go to hell!"
 

Those who misconstrue the use of death as a metaphor tend also to misjudge life.
 

And The Troubles Persist.
The problem with definitions continues to be the words.



Man experiences two classes of wants: those of physical instinct
(which require no words), and those coming from his individual temperament
(his so called, personality) which are always verbally expressed,
and the two are in constant, natural conflict  (e.g.):
a man who thinks he is overweight says that he wants to eat less,
but when he IS eating,
he has no desire whatsoever to eat any less than he normally does.
The two classes of wants operate in isolation from one another;
protected from simultaneous appearance by a firewall in the brain
so that each can manifest itself at any given instant without the interference of
the other and thus are both able to survive in tact.
 

Reminder: Man mentally perceives life and himself to be based on a binary foundation,  due to the fact that his consciousness is blind by nature to there always being: another-possibility;
to function normally, the mind sees everything unique to man to be divided into:
right & wrong; true & false; good & evil, and so on,
by nature, operationally oblivious to there always being: another-possibility.
Realizing the eternally extant: another-possibility --  is being enlightened  --
awake to the lazy, hazy dream world into which man’s mind is born & expected to live.
(The few privately do the completely UN expected).
 

Just as an ugly man should know to stay home  --
a dumb one should stick to the obvious,
(it’ll get you UN dumb).
 

Not everyone who is relieved admits it,
(nor is such necessarily fruitful in city affairs).
 
 

A Verse Within.
We dance with ourselves,

                                                      we dance with the dense,
                                                      don’t be redundant,
                                                      my friend  --  dear old friend.
 

Sermons with no apparent punch line makes the herd uneasy;
certain individuals in such conditions have been known to smile broadly.
(The creative know that if you don’t at the moment feel like being original  --
laugh out loud until you do.)

The obvious cannot be analyzed  --

                                              trying to do so, blinds one to it  --
                                              and thus blinds one to everything.
 

Ordinary men can never give a complete account of themselves,
least by doing so  --  they erase themselves.
 
 

The uncommon man with his unconventional mind does not analyze the obvious  --
he simply lives it
 
 
 

J



 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Half of life wants to tell the other half: "Got cha!"

 
 
 
 
 
 

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