A father said to a son: "You know what we could have called this special activity in which those of our family line have always been so passionately involved? --
The Resistance, and us: Resistors, 'cause that's sure as shootin' what this whole thing is about: a few people born with an urge for a certain sort of resistance:
a resistance to what others do, say and apparently think,
and also to what they are naturally given to do, say and think,
and even though I include 'do' in my description, the only type of behavior applicable here is that which is solely spawned by what men say and think (e.g. we do not resist eating because others do so, whereas we would resist basing our diet on a
religious idea).
No, see it clearly: we are not rebels or protestors in the standard perception of such terms: we are not in disagreement with how the normal political, religious, artistic or social affairs of collective humanity are conducted; the root of our specialized resistance is aimed at man's ordinary thinking.
People like us are not in physical opposition to others, but to the words and ideas that are the common currency in man's collective intangible realm, and more specifically to their manifestation in the conscious part of our brain.
Those truly of our blood line are born to resist and begin doing so long before they have any notion of why; they simply have a specialized instinctive sense of the vacuousness of the inner reality men's minds have created and which they commonly insist constitutes the most significant sector of their life (e.g. "My country means more to me than my physical life or comfort." [Or: "My religion is more important to me than  the consumption of meat."])
We have no quarrel with others expressing such ideas -- we don't resist because we have previously adopted ideas in conflict with those of others --
we just don't want their ideas directing what we think.
The rest of the world can say that up is down, and we don't care -- so long as such ideas don't drive men to physically turn life upside down (in other words:
real resistors have no concern about what others say -- and say they believe --
as long as it is not interfering with a physically rational and civilized existence).
What drives us is a natural resistance to the ideas of an intangible world created and existing in man's consciousness which are natural to everyone else,
but which produce in us the feeling of a dream (and if there's anywhere we don't like
to live other than next to the city dump, it's a dream, huh boy?!)"
 
 
 

A man relays this story:
"Some years ago in a poker game I took the opportunity to ask moses exactly what he meant by his term: The Promised Land, and he said you had to have been there at the time to properly grasp his intent;
then I caught buddha's ear and asked him if his idea of being: blown-way was in any way similar to moses' notion of a Promised Land, and he said I should not confuse allegory with real estate;
and a bit later I leaned over and asked jesus if his reference to The Kingdom Of God was to an actual place or an internal condition, and he smiled at me over his cards and said: "King's high call."
When the game was over I found socrates sitting on the curb outside and relayed my less than fully satisfying conversations with some of his acquaintances;
he spat in the street and said:
'Yeah, I used to try to talk to them in that manner  (you notice that now I'm not even invited to their little games)' and I injected:
    'Because of your piercing intellectual questioning?'
'That, and I owe 'em all money.'"
The Special Investigator's: Insider's Info:
Some cases are closed even before they're opened;
Update: Some cases should be closed before they're ever opened,
but no one can realize which ones they are until after they are.
The Certain Man's Tip Of The Day Regarding The Gifts Offered To Everyone In The City.
Don't open empty boxes wrapped in serious paper.
 
 
 

The non physical fears men normally experience are fears of the known, even though they appear to be fears of the UNknown, such as might come as the result of
mentally attempting something new, but this is erroneous for the outcome will in fact be what their consciousness expects, and that is why they do not pursue such.
On the other manual digit provider: For the few there is a joyous fear far beyond
the dull limits of man's standard inner universe:
a nervous-system place where fear laughs at its own shadow.
Fact: If you can be frightened by things which have no material manifestation --
you deserve your condition --
you're right at home --
you're normal.
("Ain't that always the case," cooed a pigeon.)
 
 
 

That which cannot be digested should not be eaten,
  and that which is not to be eaten should not be handled,
    and that which should not be handled should not be thought of,
      and no one - no one - can digest the unthinkable --  (so! - there you are Prof. Carr.)
 
 
 

If the legends are correct and man is paying off some long ago incurred debt to the gods, then does it not seem to you that the interest rates being charged are excessive to an unholy degree.
(And of course only poor humans with their pitiful finite thinking would be so dense as to say: "Well, you can't have it both ways."
    [See, dumbo: that's why they are gods and you're just Joe Shmoe.])
 
 
 

Civilized.
The more civilized you are the more stress you crave.
The more civilized you are the more you want to argue.
The more civilized you are the more you enjoy conflict.
The more civilized you are the more you like to complain.
The more civilized you are the more from afar you admire the uncivilized.
The more civilized you are the less tolerance you have for peace & quiet.
The more civilized you are the more easily you are offended (and the more likely
you are to offend).
The more civilized you are the more easily you are snookered.
(Reminder: The-more-civilized-you-are = the-more-you-live-in-your-thoughts.)
 
 
 

What men label love, is their unrealized attempt to reconcile conflicts within
their own circuitry.                                                                            How d'ya like that.
 
 
 

A man announced that he was going to walk completely around the planet,
eschewing any food until all the hungry of the world are full;
his brother had planned to do the same regarding wising up the dense --
until his sibling starved to death in his effort.
 
 
 

In the resistor's world: if you hear that someone believes you're dumb --
and it bothers you --  you're dumb  --  and there's no doubt about it.
 
 
 

Sitting at a sidewalk café, a chap was heard to say that sex was so much fun he
couldn't believe it hadn't been outlawed, and a priest and a politician hearing him from
a nearby table could only look at one another and shake their heads in recognition of their failure in that very regard.
(And many folks shouldn't even dare ask their own thinking about this matter.)
 
 
 

A father told a son:
"I once stumbled into a guru convention and during a break I heard one say that his followers had given him an expensive purebred stallion, and another quickly noted that his disciples had just brought him a team of such stallions along with a golden chariot, then a third jumped in and said that his devotees had just bought him the world's longest limo, then for some reason I entered the conversation and said that some men of their calling willfully walked wherever they went;  the three spiritual masters froze for a second, staring at me with startled incomprehension -- then began to slap their thighs and roar with laughter -- boy! did they laugh
(but the laugh was actually on them  'cause I didn't really know anyone like that)."
 
 
 

Once he'd died, one man thought: "I can only hope this will be a lesson to people so that some good will result from this otherwise (may I say) regrettable situation."
 
 
 

All ordinary talk is speculation.
 
 
 

One guy's recipe for a maximally efficient life: "Buy all the things you think you will ever need and want  --  then don't use them (or do so as little as possible):
this will free you from feeling the need for any further acquisitions."
 
 
 

All ordinary talk is speculation -- nothing wrong with that --
but should be noted by the few.
 
 
 

Growing up, one kid heard there was a special place in hell for people who break-things, which (when younger) he believed referred to religious laws and holy commandments, but as he matured, so did all his concepts of matters considered metaphysical.
A broken bone can be treated, but not a broken promise;
a broken bone hurts; man's unfeeling thoughts say a broken promise does also;
a test for civility: If you must suffer one, which would you select:
a broken bone or broken promise?
(An advanced query for the truly matured would be:
How do men know when something they can't see IS broken?)