By the time life’s inescapable and strict accounting practices trickle down
to the level perceived by routine consciousness,
men find them less than exact and comprehensive;
such is the-way-of-the-world  --  IF your mind is trapped in man’s routine world.
Everything is connected; everything is equitable: all the books are always in balance,
and whether it is recognized by you has nothing to do with it.
    “Gee Dad: just like with everything else, huh?!”
“Sad to say: but true my boy.”
    “Why do you say: sad?”
“Just a little humor.”
 

One man has a new proposal: he thinks that those who insist that
everyone should talk about how they feel,
should be given their own country   --   (“Unless it’s already too late,” he adds).
 

The difference between the quest of a real knight and the activity of the jack-off variety is that the latter can survive on maps and dreams.
The man who truly wants-to-know requires for his expedition:
provisions not available in the city (which is another way of saying):
no directions that any ordinary person or that part of your own mind can offer
are of any use.
A Quickie Tip: If it ain’t original  –  it ain’t useful
(which is why Philistines and poseurs always have heroes to look up to).
 

Being of normal sized consciousness is being part of: cows-on-a-train;
to be more conscious is not to be a better cow, but more of a human.
 

Regarding the exceptional effort to enlarge the size of your consciousness --
and contrary to the standard view of what is required for friendship --
a father advised a son that the only person probably worth having as a friend
is the kind of person who probably doesn’t care what you think of him  --
which the lad instantly realized applied to the various factions in his own mind.
No cow ever escaped the slaughterhouse, nor human awoke
by keeping the company of sycophants  –  we’re talking specifically, internal ones.
 

The Ménage à Trois of Hormones And Neurons.
The fun ordinary people can have with their genitals
the certain man can transfer to his consciousness.
    “Who’s the third party?”
Get Real!
 

The question no longer is whether there is a world-wide, unidentified group
secretly controlling everything, the question is:
Do you know if you are a member or not?
Note. A man who does not get momentarily, funny-spooked  when he hears
a direct statement concerning the up-sizing of consciousness
is the type of person who will never check his wallet to see if he does have
a membership card or not.
    “Because he forgets to?”
How about: fears to.
Those who can’t swim don’t want to hear that the ship is sinking.
    “Is it really sinking?”
Just a bit of humor.
And down at the stockyards: Everyone is as happy as bugs in cells.
   “Don’t you mean: As bugs in rugs?!”
"What?!  –  I stuttered?!”
 

At The Carnival.
The man at the entrance to The Big Thrill Ride looked down at the kid
expectantly clutching a ticket and said:
“You can’t get on unless you know someone already riding,”
and the lad confidently pointed to his own head and was passed on through.
 

One old timer (who used to be an old sorehead, but now feels his advancing age
makes him deserving of the former tag over the latter) says:
“To be popular, you do not have to be a phony  --
unless of course you don’t want to be popular.”
 

Fact.
Anyone who acts-their-age  --  IS their age.
Veterinary Update.
Some cows found to not be mad enough.
 

Regarding the matter of trying to expand the size of your own consciousness,
one father explained it to a son thus:
“Can you balance a feather on your forehead?”
    “Yes.”
“Then balance your forehead on your forehead.”
 

Medical News.
Illness is noisy  --
in rebel camp: silence is the order of the day.
 

At a self-improvement seminar in the city, the speaker paced the stage and declared:
“Everybody must start somewhere  --  and it doesn’t really matter where!” --  paused,  looked into the audience  --  then leaned down and pointed to a guy in the first row,
and said: “Except maybe in your case.”

In most places: apparent success IS success.
(Don’t you wish you lived in most places!)
 

One day mused one man:
“When you get down to it: what are all so-called mystical/spiritual activities
but the effort to be as much of a human as possible (whether realized as such or not).”
Struggling to outspread your consciousness is not for the purpose of getting well --
but of being well   --   and then some.
 

At the annual Smart Guys Convention, one of the smartest and most respected of
the guys made the astonishing announcement that he had been visited by
beings from another reality who left him a machine that actually thought and talked  --   and once the initial shock that swept through the audience had subsided, he said: “Naw!  didn't happen  --   just said it to see how I’d react.”
 

From the rebel warrior’s view: Only sissies have guilt,
(which is a clue to remind you: If you don’t like something you hear  --  it isn’t true.
[And a father immediately noted to a son that only sissies don’t like stuff to begin with.])
 

And a final guy leaves us with this: “If you can’t be hyperbolic  --  why be bolic at all!”