Ordinary men recognize the cause of everyone's actions  --   save their own.
 

Saying is one thing  --  doing another;
doing is one thing  --  knowing what you're doing is another;
knowing what you're saying and  doing is something not even on the chart.
 

Life On The Beach.
A man who wants to get a tan and fails   --  will despise one who succeeds.
(At least fish --  even the dumbest ones  –  never get sunburned.)
 

Not understanding themselves are ordinary men driven to be noisy about others.
 

Hearing an ordinary man give his explanation/opinion of why another person
says/does what they do is like hearing a hen trying to describe a tornado  --
from the inside.
 

One man's take on societal hierarchy (or perhaps something else):
“There are always those above you,
and always those below you,
but only you can be next to you   --   I'm talking: REALLY next to you!”
 

If the food’s not much  --  the cook doesn’t lick his fingers:
the thought of the man-who-knows keeps its fingers in its mouth.
 

When one man came across the ancient idea:  “Better to be happy than wise,”
it put his normal mental activity out of action for a fortnight,
and the rest of his nervous system damn near in traction!
 

Fast understand  --  fast forget.
(Entitled: The Most Curious & Inexplicable Style Of The Man-Who-Knows.)
 

And another guy offers a variation on an earlier theme:
“There is always someone worse off than you,
and always someone better off than you,
but there is only you to get OFF of you.”
 

When one neural knight heard it said:
“We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction,”  he reacted:
“Where'd they get this: often!?”
 

There is no thrashing profitable to the certain man --  save by his own rod.
 

The ordinary have said that he is lifeless who is faultless,
but for the few: only he is alive who understands the nature of  fault.
 

The insight needed by the few can creep where the ordinary find it cannot march.
 

Things not done don’t have to be undone
(same with thoughts and thinking).
The billboard with no message is the enlightened man.
 

Conversation 1.
“If you can’t see it  --  you can’t want it.”
    “You’re speaking of things material?”
“Well......yes.”
    “Ignoring completely, men’s cultural/spiritual/intellectual worlds.”
Only in dreams does a man hunger for that which can’t be eaten  --
and only the man-who-knows is free from this desire.
 

Whilst indulging in yummies a patient said:
“A dying man likes his sweets."
Medical Note.
Only one specialized diagnostician knows when the real  end has come & how it tastes.
 

Woe to he who has but one thought:
all men’s minds commence with but one thought.                               (Pst!  --  do you get it?)
 

Only beautiful women and those not sure they are constantly pose and solicit:
“Do I really look good?”
 

To give the creatures in his charge a sense of security, one god nicknamed himself:
The Ultimate Big Dick.

The world’s best mirror is an awake man’s mind.
 

Ask thy purse what thou shouldst buy, and your aim, what you should think about.
 

If it were not for your own sleep & stupidity
you wouldn’t enjoy so much finding it in others.
 

An hour of regret lasts for as long as you remember it.
 

Irony is a cataract in the eye of the sleeping.
 

Some are learned  --  some are clever;
how the man-who-knows got what he knows  --  no one knows.
 

God help the rich!  --  the poor know how to beg;
no one aids the certain man (for reasons you surely understand).
 

Guessing can be potent  --  knowing is omnipotent.
 

Ordinary men learn what they need to about life soon  --
no one knows when an enlightened man does.
 

Every ass loves to hear himself bray  --  and will pretend to enjoy hearing others --
if they will pretend to enjoy hearing him.
All god’s creatures understand the concept of reciprocity  --  in inane affairs.
 

All light has some shadow  --   save one.
 

Interrupts one man:
“It’s time for some proverb clean-up (for example): the one that says:
‘He does not believe who does not live according to his belief’  --  is a bald face lie.
There!  --  I feel better  --  we can now move on.”
 

If as ‘tis claimed: “Confession is good for the soul”  --
it’s city folks they're referring to;
ain’t a single thing a rebel can say about his self that does anything but harm.
 

Tongues of idle minds are never idle.
 

Stupidity has only age  --   no death.
 

Conversation 2.
“Three things are destiny: your mate, your profession/trade, your death.”
    “Four: the size of your consciousness.”
“I was trying to keep the conversation light.”
 

Praise for their sleeping folly makes ordinary men even more foolish,
but can snap an awakened man from a snooze.
Nothing startles an elephant like the schmoozing of a flea.
 

Want of originality is for the few worse than leprosy,         (Groonwault’s paroxysm even.)
 

Explaining yourself is condemning yourself  --   turned inside out.
 

Forgetting  --  as in: forgetting your previous ignorance  --
is the sweetest of bittersweet joys.
 

Has been said that a man should choose a wife by his ear rather than his eye,
as also should his consciousness, ideas.
 

Virtue is its own reward  --   in the land of the imaginary;
the struggle to awaken   --    in the real world.
 

What sleep conceals  --  the certain man’s effort reveals.
A word to the ordinarily wise is always sufficient  --   to cause him to want more....
.....and more.....and more words.
 

The truth dwells not in the tongue.
 

Conversation 3.
“Health is not valued until sickness comes  --  if you’re a dolt!”
    “You mean for not appreciating health when you had it?”
“No, for admitting you’re sick when sickness comes.”
 

All men’s sleep goes well  --  as long as they do not remember it otherwise.
 

Hope is as cheap as despair,
and knowing as affordable as guessing.
 

Stones in the pathway personally offend no one,
and only ideas do the dense.
 

A standard sized consciousness is never without woe.
 

Because is the proof of ordinary minds.
 

Natural folly is tolerable  --  but not that acquired in the name of knowledge.
 

Mouths driven by empty minds are never empty of words.
 

The more laws concerning behavior  --  the more offenders;
the more laws concerning thought  --  the more dunces.
 

The only revenge profitable to the certain man
is his forgetting of an idea that one time riled him.
 

No additional enemy needs a man of normal sized consciousness.
 

Every problem is doubled when you sleep.
 

Suspicions speak  --    knowing is silent.
 

To unconventionally expanded consciousness:
everything pauses  --  everything permutes  --  everything perishes  --
and it is all  forgotten.
 

Art consists of bringing something new into existence:
the certain man’s consciousness is his art.
 

The frustration of the mystery lasts but an hour  --
 the enjoyment of its solving  --  a lifetime.
 

       To think the thoughts common to man is to be always wrong.
 

             The weak admire  --  the resolute obtain.
 

A good proverb is just as good in reverse as it is in its original form  --
same as how an awakened man’s mind looks the same no matter which way it’s turned.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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