“A father asked a son:
Do you not find it interesting how commonly psychiatrists, philosophers,
and other assorted assumed intellectuals refer to the words of fictional characters
from movies and novels to make their point?!  –
ideas from make-believe characters, and not their own consciousness.
You know: if life were any more fascinating, it could get downright addictive.”
 
 

If you’re going to call yourself a singer  –
how can you not be your own personal favorite?!  –
if you're not: what’s the point of even being one.
    (A woodpecker asked a UPS driver: “What’s the actual point in calling yourself anything?”)
 
 

The father pushed the son further:
“Have you noticed that when men speak seriously about some intangible matter,
they inevitably begin to whine?”
The boy tossed this about mentally for a moment, then asked:
    “What does that most tell about: men, seriousness, or intangible matters?”
“Don’t forget: whining.”
 
 

So loud it could be heard outside his head, occurred this bit of monologue:
“Look! –  just because you’re my partner doesn’t mean we’re actually
in-business together.”
    (And a new editorial intern asks: “Should this story go under: Wishful Thinking?”)
 
 

Trying to  –  save-the-best-for-last
at least has the advantage of  –  putting-off-the-past.
Whatever you can do to help starve the thoughts natural to your consciousness
is always in order for the inner outlier.
(Endlessly encouraging the necrosis of routine neurons is the rebel’s soup du jour.)
 
 

Difficulties Inherent With Intangible Affairs.
If you have a self-image you can count ofnhaving self-image problems .
 
 

Conversation.
“The menace to each life is unique to that life.”
    “What about its salvation?”
“What about it?
A man who can’t fix cars, can’t repair automobiles:
what else is there to ask about?”
 
 

What the certain man can learn from a sequence-of-events in some specific instance
is not in the events, nor in the sequence, but in the sequence-of-events.
Ordinary consciousness’ misconscrugulation of this
is why routine men have no taxonomy of perceptions.
(Aka: As long as you don’t know that you’re blind  –   it doesn’t matter where you look.
          “I suspect I shouldn’t ask if this also applies to being stupid, huh?!”)
 
 

This email just in:
“After reflecting at some length on an earlier story in today’s News
I am moved to ask this: Are you actually dying if you don’t know that you are?”
    Dear Reader: Ask yourself this: If your brain did not have consciousness,
    and thus the word, actually  –   where would this matter stand?”
 
 

Whenever he’d hear an ad that used the term, “a-no-brainer”
one man (just to annoy his ordinary consciousness) would say to it:
“Hey  –   finally a deal for us.”
 
 

A cocker spaniel noted to a doberman:
“The less dogmatic your speech, the smaller your fan base.”
    (And one man began to fear that the power steering had gone out on his personal inner vehicle.)
 
 

By the time one chap came to the conclusion that he was his only possible antidote, he’d forgotten what disease he'd caused.
“Next to health, you can’t beat justice. (That’s why so many doctors will let lawyers
  get on top).”
    “Okay, now you’re actually talking about consciousness and thoughts,
      not doctors and lawyers, right?!                                Come on: tell me that you are.”
 
 

Everyone’s automatic consciousness knows instinctively
that you increase pretension to cover up lack of insight.
  (“And it's as reliable as the plague,” notes one supporter.)
 
 

If you have a role model  --  you haven’t got a clue.
 
 

One man had an opinion on everything  –  but not one person knew what they were.
(He notes that technically this should say that his automatic consciousness has an opinion on everything, but adds that if you understand anything, you knew that.)
 
 

If you find the description of ordinary consciousness as prison an exaggeration, they’ve already thrown away the key to your cell and forgotten about you.
    (The whole joint loves a pacifist.)
 
 

Idealism is knowing what's best for other people  –
waking-up goes in the opposite direction.
 
 

Pertinent The Possible Qualities Of Existence.
One man says that if it weren't for bitterness, he'd have no ness in his life at all.
 
 

Headline that could appear in a city newspaper:
“Attempted Reform Thwarts Reform.”
 
 

The closest that people of ordinary consciousness can come to feeling they might sound somewhat intelligent is by them saying what everyone else is saying.

A few men early in history wanted their consciousness out of the automatic mode,
and created religion, mythology, philosophy and culture in general
as a means of reminding them thereof,
but things intended to jog men’s consciousness out of its automatic running
became comforters of the fact that it does so:
what was meant to be a firecracker turned into a lullaby:
an aid in the overall civilizing of man, but not in a few men’s desire for a
different head life.
   (“Dolores, did he say, head lice?  –  what the hell do cranial vermin have to do with anything?”)
 
 

Another Way To Determine.
If telling the voice you naturally hear in your head to, bite-your-ass
doesn’t invariably cause you to chuckle  –   you're still in the dark.
 
 

A father so coached a son: “In the struggle to get consciousness out of automatic mode, two words to remember:
                                             privately, and relentlessly.”