Conversation.
“What is the universe’s greatest delusion?”
     “That you can change you.”

Said a son to a father: “Some of my friends’ parents say that what you tell me
is nothing less than precise directions for how NOT to ever wake-up.”
    “Hummmmmm  --  yeah  --  that’ll work too.”
(Warning: Readers who are still semi city dwellers should not dwell on this.)

Conversation: Second Shot.
“What is the universe’s greatest delusion?”
     “That you can change you.”
“There’s not one bigger than that?”
     “Well  --  that men don’t realize it.”

Says a wolf: “Though it is best to die alone,
‘tis most difficult to ever get started by yourself.”
(Consider: a wolf’s words may not be as literal to him as they sound to you.)

The Real War Games.
What is progress to a general who knows he is hopelessly overmatched,
and destined to defeat: surviving another day, or forgetting about his predicament?
(Or The Deep Dipped Question: Does it matter?)

Dialogue.
“Everyone says: ‘Everyone says that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.’”
    “I don’t.”
“Go to hell  --  you unimportant, malnourished bastard!”
Moral: Men who talk to themselves have no one to blame but someone else.
(After all: what other benefit is there in talking to yourself.)

To reach the higher ledges in city affairs the primary requirement is
the ability to make things sound important which aren’t.

One man says: “The most important thing in criticizing is to direct it at someone
who will respond,”
and his thoughts said to his physical essence: “You hear that!"

Verbal Communion.
“What’s funny?”
    “The king allowing the people to sing: ‘This Land Is Our Land.’”

Another man urges:
“Don’t ever start thinking about the fact that it’s not actually you who is in charge of running you and looking after your well being, but your cells: the trillions of teeny little cells, each doing its own thing in its own way at its own pace;
they are who has the literal control over your life and death;
believe me: you don’t ever want to get tangled up in thinking about this. (Believe me.)"
    (Is this planet littered with comedians or what!                              Willful and otherwise.)

Communion Recalibrated.
 "What’s funny?”
     “The king allowing the people to sing: ‘This Land Is Our Land.’”
“That’s all?”
     “Well, that and anyone believing I’m actually talking about land.”

One chef’s recommendation: “Don’t overcook your bird.”
(Though no one is quite sure what he means by bird.....................but does it really matter.)

Whilst considering that activity called music, one chap had these thoughts:
“All the troubles started when men began to add words to the pure rhythms
they had so long enjoyed  --  hey! --
the same thing that happened to men’s consciousness?”

One man’s private mental name for himself is: Hey! --  I Can’t Breathe In Here!

Another man’s mind is very concerned since the man heard that almost any problem
with a tv receiver can be cured by giving it a good rap.

And one man overtly gave everyone else’s thoughts the name: “Creep me Out” --
(full name: “Creep Me Out If I Pay Attention  To Them.”)