Another Of Those Scenes That Never Happened, But Could Have, And Would Have Offered Fresh Insight Into Obscure Inner Crannies For The Alert Few.
When people would tell a certain composer how they enjoy his music he would always say something about how nice it is for people to find things they enjoy, and one day such a person took umbrage at his response: “You could have responded differently and said how much you appreciated my kind words, after all I was complimenting you personally,” and he impassionately replied: “Compliments mean nothing to me,
and not wishing to strike others as ill mannered, I make the comment I do.”
 
 

A wandering cosmic sage told this tale over a stout:
“I once visited a people who believed that the only way to inner development was to revisit the past and reclaim something that their species had lost long ago;
I told them this was useless and they had a fine ole time ridiculing my comment while insisting that everyone knew that redemption lies solely in the past, so I offered to give them physical proof of their error: I produced an old laundromat washing machine and coaxed several of the city elders to climb in while I inserted a coin and sent them back to the foamy days before adam, and after a full cycle of furious tumbling, kicking,  screaming and laughing, when it stopped, from inside a voice cried out:
'Okay, we get your point, now put in another quarter.'”
 
 

After hearing on the news that someone had died after being shot  “once in the head”
a man scoffed: “What a piker  –  ONCE!?”
 
 

Most men never know it and the few who do can barely remember it, but
consciousness is the question (and of course everyone knows it is also the answer).
 
 
 

Someone asked a wise man: “Does everyone need enlightenment?”
Replied he: “Anyone who needs psychiatric evaluation does not require
psychiatric evaluation.”
 
 

The city is the place melancholy recollection passes for insightful reflection.
 
 

Noted one guy: “Once you’re sick, it’s easy then to really get into it.”
    “Same with being asleep.”
“You know, you’re right.”
 
 

How Man’s Second Reality (Carried On The Back Of The First) Sometimes Works.
If the utility companies find out you’re seriously ill, they’ll start jacking up your
monthly bill, figuring you won’t feel up to wrangling with them about the overcharges.
 
 

If you produce work in the artistic realm and feel defensive if it is attacked,
you have no work; what you are turning out are unsolicited submissions to publishers-who-are-the-public.
When the value of something, you do not know, you depend on others to kick its tires and give you their estimate.
 
 

One man could write proverbs for any occasion….except for Anti-Proverb Day…..well, he actually could that…it’s just that no one could recognize it for what it was.
(Oh by the way, if you’re interested: the above sentence was it.)
 
 

You can be confident that you have found an active outlet for your money when you run upon someone who eagerly assures you that you do not have all in life
that you deserve!
 
 

A man who for years had penned a daily newspaper column frequently had people say they could not imagine how he managed to come up with something new to write about every day and finally he replied to one such person that the situation was not actually as commonly assumed; that in fact he had never written but twelve different columns which had been running over and over as a test to ascertain the alertness of readers.  (Of course only those who had failed it had to go back to check on this.)
 
 

A man seriously ill pondered: “Is it preferable to have seen through the fiction of god,
or be someone who still has full faith in their deity to whom they could pray for healing, which would be an appeal (albeit indirect) to their own brain:
the one thing that can provide such assistance?”
(One of those yummy thought candies, although it may taste bitter sweet
before it does sweet.)
 
 

To even begin to crack-the-case a person must see that regardless of all your fine dreams and after the fact plans there is a something other than your own thoughts that actually controls your locomotion.
Being a little engine that could is not enough for this extraordinary trip,
you must also recognize objectively how could works in the real world.
 
 

Amidst his bombastic comments a professor continually injected the phrase:
“It is an undisputed fact that…” and one day after such a lecture a student asked:
“How precisely does something become a fact?”
(Herr don mentally marked him down to keep an eye on...................if not flunk outright.)
 
 

One chap’s latest ponder: “Is part of man’s so-called intangible progress
to go from vague anxieties to well-defined fears?”
 
 

Religion likes to say: “Give us a child for his first ten years & he will be ours forever” –  likewise does man’s standard state of consciousness.
 
 

The unexplainable-phenomenon historically popular with ordinary minds
is of no interest whatever to the man who-knows-what's-going-on.
    “But wouldn’t he be interested in knowing the truth about those matters as well?”
The truth of all such is the same; once you understand what is really going on,
there is no unexplainable phenomenon.
    “That’s difficult to believe.”
No, impossible.
 
 

A lad once asked a wise man:
“Pray tell sagacious sir: What kind of forces rule life in this Universe?” and he replied:
    “What  kind do you think do?”
“I do not know.”
   “There is your answer.”
 
 

Words create in men’s minds unaccounted for, and unwarranted expectations
which are the origins of what the mystics call man’s living-in-a-dream,
which may sound a bit hyperbolic but is nonetheless to the alert investigator,
a description certainly not lacking in lucidity.