An intergalactic wanderer stopped in and dropped off this tale:
“While visiting one world I stumbled on a village of people who showed an
unusual ability to hear the kinds of extraordinary ideas about which I like to speak,
which for a while I presented to them; shortly a large group of them came to the hut where I was staying and announced that they wanted to replace their king with
yours truly:a more spiritual, inner-directed person;
I declined their offer and forthwith left town; soon afterwards the king learned of their attempted plan, gathered up his personal guards and came after me.
By the following morning they caught up with me and the ruler jumped down from his steed, sword drawn and demanded to hear what I had personally to say about his subjects’ attempted replacement of him with me and I pointed out that I had
demurred their offer and departed  --  so no harm done.
It grew deadly silent as his warriors watched intently to see his reaction;
the king slowly began to scratch his back with his saber and push dirt around
with his foot, and finally said: ‘Well…..........I still don’t like it.’”
Tip For Kings.
A coup that’s called off doesn’t count.
(Alternate Headline):
The Sometimes Shaky Relations Between Hormones & Neurons.
(Aka: Priests can replace kings, but never vice versa.)
   “Daddy, what does all that have to do with homesteading your own consciousness?”
 
 

Conversation.
“Is there any way you could spot a man who has some grasp of what’s going on?”
    “Well, one way would be that when he talks casually to others
      he doesn’t mean anything he says.”
“But how could you ever know this?”
    “I don’t see how you could.”
“So your answer really means nothing!?”
   “Does anyone’s!?”
“Do you mean just about this?”
   “Does it matter?”
 
 

A neural general said to the synapse-troops:
“Those who can spell reconnoiter –  don’t have to do it,”
which caused a sergeant to mutter: “As if any of them do anyway!”
 
 

It’s impossible to fascinate someone when they understand everything you do.
    (“Okay thoughts, don’t listen to this.”)
 
 

The Certain-Man’s Outer & Inner Life.
Waves come & go – only the ship plows on.
 
 

Words Have It (At Least In Some Areas).
Men like to say that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
but what would be its aroma if “smell” were spelled: s-o-u-n-d?
 
 

One man offers: “The best thing about being sick is the disconnect.”
(Neither his doctor,  nor any family member understood what he was talking about.
Hint: It may have had something to do with the normal nexus ‘twix hormones & neurons……….maybe?!..........well it could have?!?)
 
 

Wartime   –  Somewhere.
Everybody wants to be a big shot (except those desirous of being a starter’s pistol).
    “Daddy: that one can’t have anything to do with anything  –  can it?!”
“Hush hush, cheet swarlotte, I’ve told you a thousand times that everything has something to do with everything else.”
   “Yes, but….”
“There there.”

“General Consciousness, sir!: Was that preceding conversation actually between a parent and child or between two of our local synapses, sir?”
   “Good question Private –  damn good question.
     Sergeant: Have this man/neuron shot!”
”Save your effort sir: I’m  half shot already.”
   “Aren’t we all son  –  aren’t we bloody all.”
Post Traumatic Fact.
Only those become whole again who never mention their wounds.
 
 

One man had personal electronic-equipment  –  AND:
his electronic equipment had him.
    (“Pa pa: Are they once more really talking about hormones & neurons  –
       basements and penthouses  –  janitors and window washers?”)
Humans have instincts and also that which seems not to be instinctive
(though they only have the latter impulsively).
Originally, Psychology was more aptly named: Botany.
 
 

Before the king undertook to pass judgment on him the Maxim Man declared to court:
“A man with nothing to prove can prove anything.”
(Which so discombobulated the ruler that he forget what he was doing.)
One guy’s fingers revolted against his palm --  claiming it hogged all the glory.
    (“Pater dear: Is this one in truth about thought & consciousness  –  nouns & verbs?”
“Well precious  –  what else could it be.”)
 
 

One man saved all his love for his self.......................(well…..at least his best).
Fact: Doesn’t everybody!?
Fact: Yes  –  but common everybodys don’t see it.
Fact: That’s why they changed the name of Human Studies from Botany,
to more correctly reflect the blindness of plants.
    (“Daddy: In what way are humans superior to plants?”
“Now darling, there are some things that even Daddy doesn’t know.”)
 
 

One man had many more questions than answers  –  everyone does  –
until they have THE answer.
One from X equals zero  (or, infinity, it's your call).
 
 

Proverb Update.
If rebels lived in glass houses they’d soon be pissing Windex.
It suddenly hit a man: “I can sit in my library and write –
or go to the gym and work out.”

    The greater grew his understanding, the stickier became his fingers.
    (He finally became a member of the Anti-Gravity All Stars.)
 
 

That cosmic traveler laid another incident on us:
“A mortal with whom I sometimes conversed approached me one day in a most
forlorn state and said he dearly needed to talk to me: he then commenced to relate
a seemingly endless stream of hard luck stories about how no one liked him;
how everything he attempted came to naught, and how difficult it was just to
get out of bed every day and put one foot in front of the other.  During a pause I said: “Well, there’s always the brighter side: You could die this afternoon.”
He smiled, gripped my shoulder and said: “It’s always such a relief to speak with you.”