“Dear Dr. Exacto: Is there any similarity between the mind set needed to be
a suicide bomber and what it takes to achieve enlightenment?”
 

And they sang:
“The brain, it’s plain's,
intended in the main,
to help the body in avoiding pain,
what else it does,
men mostly ignore,
save those few,
ramming its door.”
 

The cat who gets out of the bag is the one who realizes that his wanting to get out
is the same thing as the bag.
 

Those who call themselves atheists (if they understood how things work)
would never object to others displaying their devotion to religion,
in that they would realize its contribution to public safety.
Only blind (read: normal) critics stab themselves in the throat to show the need for knife regulation.
 
 

One man who had a fear of death said to his doctor:
“It would be nice to suffer some sort of brain damage just before my time comes
so that I wouldn’t have the mental capacity to realize what was about to happen,”
and the medical man replied:
    “Not unlike how you are just before you slide back into your normal state of
      consciousness, no?!”
(Note: Some so-called, humorous observations are more humorous than others.
    “Yeah!” sneered the nurse, ”most of ‘em!”)

When matters of physicality and devotion arose, one chap stated:
“I never once in my life deviated (except of course in my septum).”
 

Performers most unsure of their talent are the nicest to their fans
just as spiritual teachers who understand nothing are harshest to theirs.
 

The Fairness Doctrine tacitly in force in the city dictates that:
Being a peckerhead is not per se a bar to becoming a super peckerhead.
    (Those who can’t see always have something to look forward to.)
 

A man going for a run doesn’t need a library card.
    (“Is there an inverse corollary to that?”
To what is there not!?)
 

One father’s advice to a son:
“No matter your countenance in public, in private you should always be smiling.”
 

A man going for a run doesn’t need a library card,
and a man going for a read doesn’t need running shoes,
“But –  Ah!” adds a librarian, “he does need feet.”
 

While you can knit a new intellect, it is not possible to weld fresh kidneys;
this speaks well either of the power of organs, or of good vocational training.
 

The press release from The Weird Council: “It does too count  –
being weird DOES count for something!”
 

The best that man’s ordinary thought can offer in the way of anything resembling finality are ever shifting junctures that could be labeled: episodically conclusive.
(The: Are We There Yet Board says: “You in the backseat  –   shut up!”)
 

After hearing local experts preach the need for men to “confront their problems,”
and “address the issues in their life,” one man began to respond to the whining
and complaining that appeared in his mind thus: “Hey bitch!  –  you talkin' to me!?” (Finding that to address them quite nicely, says he.)
 

Conversation.
“Why don’t you hear more publicly about the effort to change the way
the conscious part of your brain operates?”
    “It is difficult to promote a product that is not for sale.”
Fact.
Diners who sit down expecting nouns find little favor with being served processes.
 

Even things that don’t make sense can actually make sense.
(Nothing strange here: everybody accepts that it can be true the other way around.
      [“That’s what I don’t like about talking to you.”])
 

Another definition from the: Words Gone Wild series.
Reality: A tightrope too funny not  to be taken seriously.