Proclaimed one of the park philosophers:
“As I have previously noted : A person with problems will give YOU problems,
but here is the advanced version:
Thoughts with problems will give your consciousness problems, and further note:
All thoughts that automatically appear in your consciousness have problems.”
As mutterings and reflections passed through the crowd, he added:
“And still do common men routinely diagnose humanity as being flawed  –
rather than being intractably human.”                            (And the muttering increased.)
 
 

A father told a son:
“In picturing the two realities (the material one in which men live,
and the immaterial one that lives in them)
it is unfortunate that the word, immaterial has the second definition of:
‘having no relevance,’ in addition to: ‘having no material form’ --  isn’t it?!”
     “Is it?”
“Very good.”
 
 

Another of those self-annointed philosophers who frequent city park mentioned:
“If I ever decided to write down my explanation-of-everything, I
already have titles for what would be my four-volume magnum opus:
Volume I would be entitled: ‘All Aboard: The Steam Is Up,’
Volume II: ‘On The Way: An Allegorical Departure,’
Volume III: ‘Full Speed Ahead: Which Way Now?’ and:
Volume IV: ‘Home At Destination: Where Are The Brakes On This Damn Thing?  –   OH!  –  Thank God  –  There Are None.’”
(He indicated that if he did publish, he would expect the endorsement of the ISCP:
The International Society Of Chiropractic Psychiatrists.
    [“It's always struck me as nice for men to have expectations.”])
 
 

If you give any acknowledgment of what-they’ve-done-to-you  –  you deserve it.
 
 

Humanity (within the life-of-Life) operates like its own organism;
moving and expanding at its own pace: within this are two rates of speed:
the actual rate and the prophecy rate: the former is what it sounds like,
while the latter is talk, theories, ideas-impractical-for-the-time;
one is physically experienced, the other exists intangibly in men’s mind,
but both are of consequence and in man’s life the second helps facilitate the first,
but does little to assist itself save in the efforts of a cryptic few
struggling to un-dream.
 
 

One man’s latest insight:
“Ordinary minds see other men more clearly after they’re dead  –
I guess that's because they’ve stopped moving.”
 
 

Talk allows men to dream without hurting themselves.
 
 

Question: If you try to change your present state of mind
using only your present mind  –  what can really be the expected result?
One father has long advised his son that a man is not truly awake unless the state
is natural to him and is not the result of something extrinsic to him.
To inexperienced minds this comment can raise more questions than it immediately seems to answer   (but as swami swashtakovich used to say: “But SO?!”)
 
 

As concerns his inner demographics:
one man says he makes up only a tiny fraction of his population.
 
 

One chap offers: “To be and remain of ordinary consciousness is to be
one amoeba in a world wide pond scum (it’s what you’re supposed to be to be normal, but at least be aware of it).”
 
 

Being emotional about matters intangible is a death sentence.
 
 

There are two simplicities: The simplicity of the primitive man,
and the enriched simplicity of the awakened.
 
 

Conversation.
“If you live long enough  –  you develop symptoms.”
    “And if you live wide enough  –  a different set.”
 
 

A local god confides that once in jest he told a human that an example of being
more evolved would be in hearing an accordionist play, “Stairway To Heaven”
and not despising the player, but he says now he’s not so sure it was a joke.
All in all he admits that measuring intangible progress can be a tricky affair
(and .00001% of the planet’s population [involved in a certain struggle] said:
“Tell us about it!”)
 
 

If the immaterial doesn’t feed itself, who will!?
 
 

After reading the comment: “Men are conceived in pleasure and delivered in pain,”
one man mused: “If this were twisted around just right,
you might be able to get something from it.”
 
 

To a fully comprehending consciousness, the most interesting people are natural people (and from the ordinary perspective, also the most boring).
 
 

A guy pondered: “What is the unnoted connection between what men call their: personality, and what they term: imagination?
And what is it that so engulfs men’s thoughts that their inner sight gets blinded?
What is it that seems to stand so squarely between man and reality?” Then suddenly he expelled the sound of realization: “Ah! –  the impure likeness of oneself.”
 
 

One man used to clearly enjoy saying that the certain-adventure is never undertaken without a certain, small taste of madness.  (Boy, did he really seem to enjoy it!)
 
 

While cleaning the table, a waiter found a folded up note next to a cup:
“Is it just possible that a more awake man would simply do things,
and not do things because?!”
(And as he brushed away the crumbs he thought: “That would say something new about what attracts me to that way of life.”)
 
 

As he sat at his computer a chap pondered (actually more like a whine):
“Why don’t I have a reboot button on my mind?!”
    (The few must ask themselves: “Am I positive that I DON’T!?”)
 
 

Can an engine running as it presently does, do any constructive work on itself?
If it could improve itself, would it not already be in that condition?!
Can an engine running as it presently does, make itself run any differently?
    (“Okay, I have a question: Are you trying to depress the hell out of me!?”)
 
 

Correspondence.
“Dear Dr. Exacto: Is the thing called waking-up  something you specifically do ---
or a way-of-life?  Sincerely,” etc.
 
 

Legend From Hollow Sleepy.
There was once a man who for many years instructed a group of people about a mysterious matter he said was known to its initiates as: “The Mighty Endeavor,”
then one day he called them together & said: “I want to confess: I have misled you:
there is no Mighty Endeavor, I simply concocted the name & made up everything
I taught you about it; I am a liar and a fraud.”
Instantly there was much moaning, groaning, screaming and crying as people in shock and dismay wildly ran from his presence, all except for one man,
and the sham teacher said to him: “Didn’t you understand what I said?!  Run!  –
get out of here and forget everything you've heard before it’s too late;
there is no Mighty Endeavor,” and the fellow replied: “Hell, it’s already too late  –
I’m very close to finally understanding it.”