Most Disturbing And Surely Spurious Rumor Of The Week.
One man secretly wanted to become a spiritual teacher just so he could talk about certain disgusting features of his life in a camouflaged context.
“I guess every man is his own greatest example!”
    “Yeah  –   but of what!?”
 
 
 

Those who want to tell you what most-pleases-god have had some contact with
their consciousness, but not enough to actually benefit their understanding of
anything worthwhile (particularly consciousness).
 
 
 

If it is not good for at least a chuckle  –  then it was not part of the GreatDiscovery.
 
 
 

Political Update.
The lobby that represents man also represents someone else.

    Warning!  –   Warning!
    Warning on the flight deck!
    Warning on the bridge!
    Warning in the hold!
    Life doesn’t like a squealer!

   Okay men, settle down:
    here’s the real facts:
    Life doesn’t care if you try to squeal.”
    “Tell us the truth Lieutenant: is there anything we can do that disturbs Life?”
        “Someone go ahead and shoot that man and get it over with.”
 
 
 

To help preserve his balance: when one man's right ear became deaf,
he sent his left one to stay with his mother.
 
 
 

In the supreme inner game played by the certain man:
To be on a side is to be on the losing side.
When automatic-consciousness sees a coin  –  it wants to flip it  –   and why?  –  because it has a natural desire to see a heads or tails appear;
and what has this to do with getting-to-the-bottom-of-things?  –
if you don’t at least suspect the answer to that –
go ahead and shoot yourself and get it over with.
    (“Sir: That last semaphore message has been translated:
      ‘Never follow a two-headed commander’.”)
 
 
 

The telling distinction on the real explorer’s adventure is found in the question he asks his self about all he encounters: “Is it animate  –   or in?”
 
 
 

“The hardest part of a habit is getting started,” said a birth.
 
 
 

As he sat in the woods (near the edge of no longer being a kid) a kid pondered:
“I wonder if part of the trick to being really creative is to not only have the ability,
but also not care if anyone else realizes it or not?”
(And his upside-down & reversed reflection in a robin’s eye told the whole story.)
 
 
 

To help maintain his equilibrium: When one man’s left eye became blind
he entrusted his right one to the care of a priest.
 
 
 

How Mind Works.
The reason people are given to say that big rig truckers are unusually good drivers
is that once they experience one of those huge muthers coming up behind them
at ninety miles an hour they PRAY that they are!
(The implications of this in religion and psychiatry are so striking as to be
unnecessary of comment.)
 
 
 

It is not only women who want children: the certain man does also,
(though not in the plural nor in the flesh.)
 
 
 

After a typical busy morning of preparing his self to leave his house for his day's work,
a man mused: “It sure does take a lot of doing to get me going,”
and his hormones boasted: “But not so for us!”   He thought about this  –  then replied: “Yeah  –  but look at what a crude, unsophisticated life you lead  –
not at all like the complex, harried one my neurons enjoy.”
(Later that day his use of the word, enjoy in that context began to gnaw at him.)
 
 
 

Sheep not working for material gain have no reason to toil.      (Same with men.)
    (“What a relief to want only stuff!”)
 
 
 

To help keep his self on the path: One man had no significant ties to the outside world (no more than a fish naturally has with water  –   but not including beach toys).
 
 
 

One of the many curious features of life in man’s second reality is that there,
someone with a broken watch will often run faster.
Hormones are never gaining on you, and neurons are constantly claiming they are.
On one world they had to cancel a proposed game show (Who Doeth Thou Trust) before it ever got on the air:  –  ‘cause no potential contestants ever showed up
to audition.
(The way real men determine who is and who ain’t one is by whether you are most frightened by your liver or your thoughts.)
 
 
 

One chap offers: “The relationship between what men say and the lives they lead
is about the same as between a wolf’s howls and room service.”
 
 
 

“The hardest part of a habit is getting started,” said a habit.
 
 
 

The city Convention Center (although world class in its experience)
was overwhelmed with a request to host the combined annual meetings of
the Friends of The Elysian Field and The Scorched Earth Society.
(The proposed theme was to have been: “Man’s prison is of his own making,
and his key to freedom is also the chain that binds him,
(notwithstanding the fact that he ain’t in no prison to begin with!)”

    Just as hearts want to forever beat,
    and lungs eternally breathe,
    so too does talk (once it commences) never want to end.
 
 
 

One chap, after many years of educational pursuits in the city says he has come to
this conclusion: “Having ordinary men bestow on you an academic degree
is like being given a hole with a really nice border embossed around it.”
(And a fellow standing nearby who overheard this, mused:
“When you’re both dense and given to allegory  –
everything can sound like a metaphor for your mind.”)
 
 
 

“The hardest part of a habit is getting started,” said consciousness
(to finally close the subject).
 
 
 

By saying one thing and meaning possible others:
so does the second reality of man blindly expand;
by saying one thing and purposefully meaning more:
so does the rebel’s understanding.
The certain man’s mind does not merely play-with-words,
but rather employs them to continually re-create & re-freshen his understanding.
 
 
 

Opines one guy: “Those who say it is a man’s high duty to bring order and stability to his life are trying to make a coat out of your pet wolf.”