Ordinary minds think more or less in a monotone  –
which smooths some of the perceived rough edges of life.
Life in the city may not be a breeze,
but at least it can be a broken air conditioner  –  OF YOUR OWN!
When you consent to being ordinary-of-mind you can lead the life of
the birdman of alcatraz; flying free via the dream sparrows in your thoughts.
    (“In other words you’re saying it's okay if, when you’re asleep,
       you dream that you’re awake?!  Is that what you’re saying?”)
Some of you might enjoy asking yourself: Why do those in the unrealized grip of illusions react so vehemently to presumed examples of other people’s delusions?
 
 

A Multiheaded Conversation.
“The distinction between human invention in the second reality,
and physical participation in the first is that routine minds ignore any distinction.”
    “In their talk about it, you mean?”
“If it is anything more than that  --  they’ll soon be joining elvis and jesus.”
    “I trust you will forgive this interruption, but I have long wondered why,
      when speaking illustratively about death like you just did,
      do speakers commonly employ figures from popular culture but never those
      known for their intellectual efficacy, such as socrates or erasmus?”
“Hey, let me answer that one with this question: Whose idea of paradise who would be the eternal company of such people!?”
    “Is he really talking about some afterlife or what goes on now
      in one’s consciousness?”
 
 

A chap in line at one of the city theatres turned and said to the person behind him
that even though financial matters are not his greatest concern in life,
he has managed to save considerable entertainment dollars by constructing
a disney-type park in his own head.
 
 

Rumored to be a verbal by-play currently popular in canine circles:
“What’s better than being Top Dog?” asks one, then another replies:
“Being Top Dog’s favorite bitch.”
Query #96: Why do you never see a lone cow in a thunder storm?
(“Is this one of those trick questions that is actually about consciousness & thoughts?”)
 
 

Proverb Update.
Forget the old city rendition of this one, here’s the certain man's subversive version: Waking-up is the best-revenge.                  (Plus the person on the other end benefits also.)
    “Yourself, you mean!?”
“Pardon again the intrusion: but why, in this unusual activity you constantly talk about, does everything always come down to oneself?”
 
 

The allegorical rise, fall & don’t-waste-the-lifeguard’s-time, evolution of man:
“Initially I looked upon my neighbor as a foe; then I saw him as an ally;
eventually he began to fade and merge into the background of our neighborhood,
and much of my previous perceptions of separateness were lost.”
    (“Okay, level with me: you’re still talking about thoughts and how they normally
       function in one’s consciousness, aren’t you?!”)
 
 

To display his supreme sovereignty and power, one king decided to proclaim that beginning next Monday, glaciers would be forbidden in the kingdom.
(His Prime Minister strongly advised against it.)
    (“I’m not even going to venture a guess as to what this one is actually about
    [although I bet I could!])”
A Neural Fashion Note.
To be a proper king you need be wrapped in special garb;
royal thought deserves distinctive dress.
(Aka: Only after donning the unique horn were rhinos able to satisfyingly differentiate themselves from mundane bush hogs.)
Making-it in the city depends on a car’s paint job, not how  --  or even IF--  it runs.
 
 

One man’s contemporary offering:

“One feature of the city,” remarked a chap in tweed, “is that living there doesn’t
cost any more than not doing so.....well, not in any conventionally calculable sense.”
Only the innate nervous-system-rebels (who by nature feel that something’s being held-back from them) find the normal cost of the routine inner life too expensive.
 
 

A man-who-knows cares as much about what others think of him
as an ordinary man does a gorgeous woman’s mind.
 
 

One spring eve whilst sitting relaxing in the yard, a chap grew pensive:
“What is noise but music stretched to its limit?!”
He paused to ponder  –  then pensered additionally: “And what should that be telling me about the instructional potential of apparently chaotic thought?”
 
 

One guy’s determination:
    “I won’t be dead,
     ‘til I’m more than well-fed.”
 
 

From his inventor’s lair, Professor Pop-Up sends words that he is working on a brain-amplifier which he says will convert  human thought into a digital base;
for what purpose, he cannot say, “But,” (as he puts it) “when the potential’s there, (whatever the situation may be)  –   you gotta go with it.”
(He further says he’s tired of being called a, “mad scientist” in that he’s clearly more mad than scientist.)
If there’s one place where truth-in-advertising won’t help you, it’s in the city.
    “By the by: what will help you over there?”
Leaving.
 
 

A guy lying on the beach confided to a parallel friend
that he pictured Enlightenment as consisting of: “Cool living and hot thinking.”
 
 

One man offered to provide the king with spiritual interpretations of his military actions and moral analysis of his fiscal policies; His Grace declined the offer.
Weather Update.
You pay for what you get  –  even when it’s free.
Breaking Bulletin.
Even if you don’t take it  –   but you thought about doing so  – you’ve paid.
Question: What’s worse than paying some exorbitant amount for something
you didn’t even want anyway?   --   not realizing you have.
    (“Is this what some call: living-in-a-dream?”)
 
 

One chap’s description of, “What we all seek:
Someone who can speak authoritatively on what’s wrong with the world.”
 
 

Every morning before breakfast a father would gather mirrors (representing his family) around the dining room table and chant to them the anthem:
    “The greatest things I’ve ever said
      remain the things still in my head.”
 
 

In an effort to promote what it considers to be its progressive policies,
one kingdom advertises itself as the place where: “Leniency Is Swift.”
 
 

Far up in the mountains, some of the simpler folk still believe that the way to protect yourself from the evil spirits of ordinary, automatic thought is to wear
a comedian around your neck.
 
 

Poster on a pole at the edge of town:
“The Immaculate Conception Is Coming To Your City!
Well, It MIGHT  –   If You’d Let It.”
 
 

After being introduced to someone new, if he was asked: “What do you do?”
this one man would reply: “Offshore racing,”  and if he was in a really friendly mood, would add: “Without a boat.”
In certain tete-a-tetes, the tongue’s pleasure (in a completely inexpressible fashion) far exceeds that of the ears’.
    “I’ve never seen a satisfied listener,
     and never expect to see one,
     but I can tell you nonetheless,
     I’d rather see than be one.”
(“Is this why those with the potential to get-to-the-bottom-of-things
make only teachers and never good students?”)
Says one man’s special, private-vehicle: “The only traffic cop I’ll listen to
is the one behind my wheel.”
Aka: The nervous-system-rebel actually going somewhere ultimately takes directions only from his self.
    (“You do know that that still doesn’t sound right  –   right?!”
Right.)
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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