One man (maybe ill  --  maybe not?!) says:
“Knowing you’re dying keeps you from caring,” and everyone who knew him
instantly understood that the words referred to more than the physique.
 

People’s lives are  seriously affected by their childhood experiences --
if  they have the routine kind of people-consciousness.
 

There is an unrecognized, ongoing, gigantic exposé taking place;
it goes by the name: progress.
 

One man notes: “The religious say they can carry god with them everywhere they go, same as other people do their minds.              (Some coincidental, huh?!)"
 

Using yourself as an example in ordinary affairs
is about as ordinary a thing a man can do.
 

A father noted to a son:
“If men could devise an absolutely fool proof burglar alarm system,
the ordinary mind could wake itself up.”
 

This email just in: “In spite of all you’ve said disparagingly there about:
there is still one quite beneficial feature to hearing bad news:
it gives most people pleasure.”
 

One man’s mind embraced the commercial slogan: “See Me First  --  See Me Last,”  (certainly a safe sentiment for that particular entity).
 

At one time one man pictured ordinary consciousness as: flying blind --
but later revised it as more appropriate to bus travel  --  (or even: unilateral stumblebumming.)
 

Mused one man: “Everyone else worries about what will happen to them after they die, while I’m concerned about what will become of me in life  if I don’t wake up!”
 

One writer/lecturer refuses to allow his words to be translated into gibberish --
which from his perspective means:
into ideas that make sense to ordinary men.
 

One man pictures his self cultivated consciousness as emblematic of
the advertising catchphrase: “Expect More -- Get More!”
 

If you’re a singer, you know your career is over
when they release a CD of your work entitled: “The Definitive Collection Of…” --
(and, if you’re a mystical teacher, when they begin to refer to you as:
”universally beloved.”)
 

One man constructed a mirror sans the reflective backing --
so that if he ever did have to examine himself it would be through: a-glass-lightly.
 

When one man saw a panhandler at an intersection holding a particular sign,
he thought of his own version thereof: “Will be more conscious for food,”
but then realized that is the only reason that you do it anyway.
 

Once you know what’s going on,
you know what everyone is going to say after you hear their first several words.
   “Does that include your own mind?”
Does it!
 

You tell a lot better stories about yourself if you don’t care what your listeners think.
 

A man mused: “Isn’t it neat that those who say they want to wake-up,
and be-enlightened  do not know what the terms represent  --
or they wouldn't be talking about them.  Is that a hoot or what!
         (Who says there’s no humor among the mystics!   ---    even if it is inadvertent.)"
 

One man will have as friends and lovers only people who will talk solely about the instant moment.           (Oh yeah, same with thoughts.)
 

A man who brags about what he does  --  doesn’t do it as well as he could --
and knows it.
    “I’m sure this doesn’t touch on man’s consciousness in any way.”
Certainly not.
 

Groused one ole sorehead: “Well I’ll say this much for being alive:
it does give me a chance to complain.”

Noting The Obvious.
One man says: “While I find nothing beneficial in feeling guilty myself,
it can certainly be profitable to cause it in others.”
 

Between groups of people, men may be able to close the digital divide,
even the financial divide  --  but there is one they will never close  --
but hell, they don’t even notice it!           --        (or at least acknowledge it).
 

News From The Ultimate Construction Site.
If man is a work-in-progress, then one trying to get-to-the-bottom-of-things
is a building-inspector-in-progress   (an architectural deconstructionist even).
When it comes to the urban cement biz: that rebel part of the certain man’s mind
will take the rest of it for-a-ride  (you know: the sort from which no one returns.
["Praise Be To Guido,” muttered a passing mudboy.])
 

And from a union steward, this:
"There are long allegories and short ones;
there are deep ones and shallow ones,
simple ones and complex ones,
but constant throughout them all is one fact:
If men knew what they were talking about they would not need allegories."
    "Pardon: but if men really knew what they were talking about
      in the areas about which they compose allegories,
      they would not talk about them to begin with."
"Yes  --  you're right of course  --
but my men simply will not tolerate me speaking to them in a direct manner;
did I do so, no buildings in this city would ever go up;
civilization as we know it would not exist, not to mention that area of men's minds
that make them the creatures we take them to be."
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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