The
ole man said to the kid, subsequent a disappointing episode:
“All
ocean liners were once tug boats,” and the lad said:
“I guess that is supposed to encourage me.”
“Damn
boy! – being conscious – and able to manipulate it –
is
what should encourage you.
Skunks
(with no individual ideas) can only stink, but man (bearing consciousness)
is
capable of inventing perfume.”
(The
kid momentarily pouted – then brightened
right up!
It
sometimes takes even the scions of the extraordinary a few seconds to get
over the initial annoyance of hearing the schematics of their hearing aid
technically described.
“Hey!
– if I’d wanted to actually understand
what’s
going on with life,
I’d’ve
asked to be born bein’ more like you guys and your family.”
Suggestion:
The presence of black holes in the same universe as man is no accident.)
Just
before they are adamantly and permanently not going to get
it,
many
people will say: “I don’t get it.”
(It
is common practice in the city for asphalters to announce in advance
the
paving over of additional ground.)
If
you do not continually kill off some of the future possibilities,
there
can be so many
as to upset your present.
(And we sure don’t want that!)
If
human institutions and man’s collective mind are the harbor masters
charged
with the safety of ordinary men’s day-sailor-thinking,
then
the rebel’s consciousness is an unmarked, one-man submarine.
As
he looked intently at his self in a mirror, a man pondered:
“Would
things have gone better if I had begun by trying-to-get-out,
and
then later worried about how-to-get-in,
rather than the opposite approach I took?” He leaned in closer, staring
into his shallow eyes --
and finally faced the fact that
he
had no real idea what he was talking about.
(As he turned
and walked away however, his reflection smiled and winked.)
In
a desire to be quoted by life, one guy, for the record said:
“Aw
– FUCK IT!” which, sad to say, was not sufficiently memorable
(or original)
to
get him in the book.
(Perhaps
the
underobservation of the century.)
There
is a genetic code to language; all words have their own DNA.
Fending
off exhortations for self-examination, one man says: “Hey –
take a good look; if you were me, would YOU have any interest in
knowing-yourself!?”
One
man lays it out thus:
“Another
sign of god’s omnipresence is that when he selects a group
to
be his favorites, he doesn’t waste his time telling anyone but them,
since
no one else is going to believe it anyway.
(You can bet
your booties on one thing: If he ain’t super efficient – he
ain’t really god.”
[“Guess that leaves me out,” said a voice from somewhere.])
Today’s
Test.
Check:
If you are breathing – and talking about justice
–
you
are a certifiable imbecile.
(No need for
concern however, for you’re also perfectly normal.)
Medical
Update.
There
is a consciousness virus that has only one natural enemy.
(And truth is,
even it ain’t all that natural.)
Whenever
this one man is found to have said something incorrect or just plain dumb,
he
never displays any sign of embarrassment there over –
which
tells you one of two things.
One
chap pondered: “What is the actual purpose of: words-to-live-by?
If
for example it is inherently true that: Honesty-is-the-best-policy,
then
why need it be put in words?
We
need no written/verbal instructions to walk?!”
One
man’s special consciousness periodically says:
“Remember:
If you let Plan A
fail – there IS no Plan
B.”
(Nothing is as
encouraging as the lack of an alternative.)
One
man could see with only one eye – he only HAD one eye!
“How ‘bout when he took a snooze.”
Then
he had two --
like everyone else.
One
guy has a special link with the past, he calls it: forgetting.
After
one of his lengthy tirades, someone said to a man:
“One
particular thing you said leads me to doubt that you fully know
what
you are talking about,” to which he replied: “Hell man! –
everything
I say should lead you to realize
that I never
know what I’m talking about.”
One
guy has one theory for everything – just one.
Proclaimed
a speaker in city park:
“If
you are of metaphysical bent you have your choice of seeing the forces
that you find disruptive in your life as either coming from without,
(such
as in the form of satan and his minions),
or
coming from within (in the form of psychological traumas).....but wait,
which
were caused
by forces outside of you, so........aw! --
forget it,”
and
he moved on to subject of a flat tax.
The
Malcontent Mingling Of Senses.
Says
one man: “If I could just shut up
-- maybe I’d be able to focus
my eyes/I’s.”
As
a prelude to his rejection of the man’s loan application,
the
banker laid back in his chair, laced his hands behind his head,
gazed
at the ceiling and said:
“Giving
an ungainly bird another wing will not necessarily improve the bird’s life,”
and
the applicant (sensing the drift of the conversation)
complimented
the money lender on his axiomatic insights regarding the aviary world,
then stood, and kicked his chair out from under him.
Moral:
Birds of whatever viscid feather may offer no protection for those
who’ve heard it all before.
And
now, Captain Billy
with our: Joke For The Day.
“What
is the difference between a man full of advice and a man full of shit?”
A
father said to a son:
“Everyone
actually knows-the-secret
--
they just can’t articulate it.”
“Really?!”
“Naw
– but I had you there for a second.”
Just
before it rains – everyone gets
really dry.
J
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