Water is to fish as life is to man;
you could not by word make a fish comprehend what you mean by the word, water;
to the fish, there is no distinct something that is water;
what a man would be calling water is to a fish simply life;
similarly you can not explain life to a man;
he is as submerged and totally dependent on life as a fish is on water,
and is equally unable to grasp life as anything apart from himself.
A fish and water are one; to a man with ordinary consciousness,
so too are he and his consciousness one;
a human who has realized what is going on has a consciousness of life that a fish
would have of water  --  were it able to therefrom leave, and survive to survey it.
Only by getting outside your natural environment can you see precisely
what you are (specifically to the certain man’s interest): what consciousness & the mind is.
 

Some guys were talking and one who worked in radio said:
“The great thing about being a deejay is that by simply playing a hip artist’s record  --  you seem hip,”  to which a second reacted:
    “Isn’t that what priests are doing?”
           “And how about professors,” added a third, then a fourth injected:
“How about what every human being is doing who ever says anything
that is simply a repeating of what he himself has heard.”
 

Man’s second, cultural/spiritual/intellectual reality is a narrative:
a world entirely separate from the physical one in which he exists;
the narrative entertains man, and (he commonly asserts): informs him;
men of ordinary consciousness cannot distinguish between
entertainment and information.
   From the certain man’s private perspective: being asleep/unenlightened is a state wherein your consciousness is fixed-on mankind's never ending, normal narrative;
to wake-up and exit the place of shadows, a man must have the unconventional ability in his brain to compose what is (comparably speaking): an original narrative;
a feat both unnatural and unnecessary for ordinary men.
No matter what astounding ideas or activity you may believe you are pursuing,
and regardless of your apparent sincerity  --
without you eventually begin to continually compose your own individual narrative  --
your understanding of life will never change;
you may distinguish yourself somewhat from other near by cows, but you remain captive of the herd and of man’s collective, subjective reality (the common narrative).
   The land in which lives the liberated man --  is his alone;
if it is not unique  --  it is not home;
if the narrative in your head is not original  --
you are not as conscious as you could be  --
as conscious as you must be  --  to ever satisfy that certain-hunger.
 

With ordinary men there is really no such thing as: talking-to-yourself;
anything that comes to their mind that they find important,
they will say aloud to someone;
only the man-who-knows, says things to himself that he never repeats to anybody.
 

Two kids were talking:
“If time suddenly ran backwards: think how embarrassed you’d be if you had just spat.”
     “Yeah --  or just had an ordinary thought.”

Those with plans for a perfect-society have an understanding of life
that a man would of an eagle by seeing a pile of feathers.

Anthropology Revisited.
On expeditions; one man carries fossils in his pocket  --  in-case-of-emergencies;
another, in his head  --  for all situations.
“Hey,” says one man, “I wasn’t born yesterday....come to think about it:
I can’t remember how long I’ve been here  --  thinking  like I do...........(thank god!)”

There is a quite distinct and difficult to describe corner a man must turn
to ever emerge from the collective fog in which men’s minds normally live;
in one figurative picture: it is achieved by sitting under a certain tree
until enlightenment comes to you:
sitting under a tree that is the mind  --  and looking upward  --   under its skirt   --
until the full realization of what it is hits you.
That is The Enlightenment, Awakening, Liberation:
that is the turning of the ultimate corner
from which you can never come back to your previous perception of life.

The one conspiracy actually running things is the one you’ll never see   --
not with the consciousness common to man.
Ducks are kept sitting targets by being kept in a duck blind;
if the water was killing the fish  --  they could never realize it;
using only the consciousness employed by everyone else
bars you from seeing it as both water and fish;
being blinded by the glasses you don.
   Life prescribes what is best for life
(which is at all times, reflected in the vitality of humanity collectively);
what is best for the certain man
(which is at all times, by his definition alone)
is reflected in his ability and dedication to composing his own original narrative.
   Only the right story will take a fish from the water
   so that his consciousness can look up its skirt and finally say: “Ah!  --  now I get it.”
 
 

Additional Tip For The Unusually Alert Captain In Touch With His Ship.
Useful can be: bombarding hormones with neurons;
doubly so: neurons with neurons --  certain neurons:
neurons on a spree; synapses scripting a special man’s, original narrative:
one that is unplanned, unscheduled, unrequired for the rest of humanity,
but for the certain man it is the ultimate entertainment  --  the supreme delivery of information.
One Commodore’s Advice.
“While alive read: The Book Of The Dead  --  when dead you no longer need to read.”