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So
mused a chap:
“A
man’s consciousness-cum-personality is like the president in a democracy;
once
in office he has the power to do almost as he pleases regardless of the
people’s
desires, but who can, of course, at the next election be removed from his
position by those same people.” Then another voice in his head said:
“Your
personality is in no position resembling that,”
and
he had to shrug his agreement.
(This
is the sort of episode which, when reported, many readers wonder why.)
A
father said to a son:
“Everyone
has a personal prize that is without equal in the entire universe
–
and
yet it is not really theirs – neat huh? –
even a little weird maybe?”
One
man pulls fish out of the sea everyday and bites off their tails
(even
though they have someone else’s name on them).
(“Excuse me, but did you say one man or all men?”)
The
imposed attitude on one world:
“Inner
change is more trouble than it’s worth.”
(This
replaced the earlier: “Inner change is not possible without impossible
effort!”)
One
man said:
“Whatever
it is, I don’t want to hear it unless it’s funny.”
“What about enlightenment?”
“Then
it’ll be
funny.”
Having
two eyes may not be the proper number for seeing what’s really going on.
The
god in charge of one world gave the creatures spiritual teachers
as
the price they had to pay for the pleasures of sex and high-fat-content
ice cream.
As
an April Fool’s present one father said to a son:
“You
spend forty years believing you can eventually figure things out;
only
to finally realize that you can’t figure out anything
except
what trying to figure things out is.”
(The
kid agreed that it was not a gift appropriate to the day.)
Coming
from somewhere over that way is a guy who acts as though
everything
he says is some sort of secret.
(He
says its benefit can only be understood if you try it for yourself.)
“Hormones
knowing the answer to everything
is
what spawns neurons to ask all their questions.”
“Of what use is that bit of wisdom!?”
“See!”
One
guru says he will wake you up at a sizable discount if he can put up a
sign
in
your front yard for a month promoting his activity.
Meanwhile
at Space Base Seven School,
the children skipped and sang:
“The secret’s in the blood,
the secret’s in the air,
we could have gone ahead and said,
the secret’s everywhere – (but that’s
so
predictable – plus: it’s mostly in one place).”
(Upon
hearing this the High Principal
directed:
“Either
squash those little nippers like ants –
or
give ‘em each their own Star Fleet
command.”)
Regarding
all potential building material in the cranium galaxy:
the
conscious crane of the brain learns quickly: Use
it or move it out:
it’s
either a construction site or a dump.
(A
nice feature of metaphors is they continue to spawn themselves long after
reality has gone to bed.)
One
chap attributes much of his past miscomprehension of things to the fact
that
for
years when people were saying: “Genes will out,” he thought they said:
“Genes
WEAR out.”
Medical
And Psychological Update.
Many
facts are reported in the various important medical and psychological journals.
(But
mainly in just one of them).
A
father on another world, when he did not want the children to do a certain
thing,
he
(being wise to their ways) would tell them to be sure to do it,
and
they (being wise to nothing) would do it
(which
at least resulted in but one of them being baffled and frustrated
[as
opposed to how it goes on this planet.])
(“You know what I hate about science fiction: there’s too much science
in it.”)
One
man mused to himself:
“Well
ole sport: we know we’re back home when being a pea brain is no disadvantage.”
A
reader emails:
“Having
viewed my own x-rays I know for a fact that my brain is larger than a pea;
does
this exempt me from whatever is being above inferred about man?
Yours
Hopefully,” etc.
Genealogy
Not Necessarily Congenial.
Introducing
random chemicals into your brain
will
not help support a claim of kinship to the DuPonts.
(“Okay,
but what if I said for centuries my family has been in manger construction?
– or bodhi tree conservation? – or hemlock
refining?”
Verbally
associating yourself with the names of those whose words impress you
takes
the one person tango
to dizzying new heights.
The
Rebel's Monthly received this submission:
“Being
of outlier mind can be more fun than riding the rails nude through Siberia
in
the heart of winter,”
which
arrived after they had made the decision not to publish anything which
contains the word, can.
(Can
you understand why?)
Those
who like to say that they are a survivor,
do
so for lack of any other claim of achievement.
The
Latest Word On Conspiracies.
Without
conspiracy, the world of man would not turn.
A
lady writes:
“Dear
Dr. Exacto: Is old age a fitting death for a rebel?”
Dear
Madam: Do you mean physically or otherwise?
The Universe is to farming as Life is to an ear of corn.
The conscious part of the brain is the sole soil in which
the grandest harvest is the one nearest to non-existent.
J
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