A Verbal Joust.
“If wanting to achieve enlightenment weren’t such fun,
why would anyone want to do it?!”
    “I parry your thrust: If ordinary life wasn’t such a drag,
      who’d want to be enlightened?”
“I laugh at your puny defenses: If intestinal parasites were not so enamored of feces why do they hold on for dear life amidst the never-ending flow thereof?”
    “So are you saying that looked at from within a system, no mechanically
      functioning part thereof can individually say with accuracy whether they favor
      their position within the whole or not?  –   that no one really wants to achieve
      enlightenment until after they’ve done so and thus never mention it again?”
“How do you spell, touché?”
 
 
 

And the fans from all ‘round the stadium let out the yell:
“There’s nothing like having fun when you’re feeling good,
and nothing like suffering when you’re not.”                              Brockwurst & beer for everyone!
 
 
 
 

Posed a father to a son:
“Most of the stories found in the world’s metaphysical and spiritual literature are just made up  –  but what difference does it make?  –
okay: what difference should it make?  –  no, back to the original:
what difference does it make.”
    “It sure hurts me that you said, ‘most-of’.”
“How so?”
    “Because I’m always pained to be surprised.”
“Now see: it’s for people with just that attitude that such tales were created
in the first place.”
     “Now I’m really defaced.”
 
 

Ordinary men love to point to a specific feature they can describe within a larger situation and say: “This is of course just a symptom and not the actual problem,”
not being able to see that everything visible to their inner eyes is just symptoms;
routine consciousness can never fully take in the entire, so-called problem
for to do so requires an understanding of the energy of Life and not merely its forms.
 
 
 

Men speak often of the need to be sincere, but answer to yourself this:
How can an ordinary person be INsincere?  –
what do they have to be insincere about?  Cinderella pretending she’s Snow White? Pluto trying to pass for Zeus?
 
 
 

It is Life itself that acts and speaks through man, and Life can never be ultimately wrong, foolish, self-delusional or destructive;
realizing this produces personal peace and supreme forgiveness of all condemnations.
 
 
 

When someone says: “I certainly hope you won’t take offense at what I’m about to say to you”  –  set your: Offended-Control switch to: Stand-By.
Only minds noshing from the divided table of common mental fare can experience the intangible gastronomical distress of: being-offended:
only by not understanding what is going on with man’s consciousness can you participate in this normal activity (along with all of its many side dishes of benefits).
And the fans again raised a mighty cry:
“We’d rather be pissed about what seems to be going on than understand it.
YEAH-H-H!  for our team!” (Which of course is everyone’s team           save for the few.)
 
 
 

One man diagnosed with an ultimately fatal ill would not allow his doctor to tell him
how far along he was to the end, explaining:
“Since I (like everyone else) have been dying for as long as I have been alive,
why should I now want to know how close I actually am to physical death, after all:
I lived most of my mental life in a dreamy stupor and did well enough not knowing
how far I was from terminal tommyrot.
Yes yes: some things are better not known  (that is if you want to remain yourself  –
your sincere self, that is.)”
 
 
 

When someone says: “This is going to hurt me a lot worse than it will you,”
ask if they would like to trade places; tell them of your innate charitable streak.
 
 
 

So mused a chap:
“Why does man have the word, philosophy to denote a love-of-wisdom,
and not one to convey a love-of-ignorance?
Hummmm, come to think of it  –  I guess he does.”
 
 
 

There is a seamlessness to Life when seen from a higher perspective that is missing when viewed via ordinary consciousness;
what is normally perceived is a fragmented reality reflected in binary-based,
mental maps, which for the certain man’s purposes have a particularly nasty feature:
they appear to proceed to a discernible edge  –  then stop  --
producing the fallacious impression of a final destination being achieved;
the only maps/info/ideas that will aid the special-investigator are those that are seamless and extraordinary in that the medium on which they are presented is without edges or bounds        (grammatically it is the eternal comma).
 
 
 

Wilderness Update.
There are no deadly ideas  –  only weak minds.
(A spider that can kill brain cells certainly selected the right victim.)
The word murder does not appear in the outlier’s inner dictionary;
in its stead is one somewhat similar to suicide, yet nothing at all actually like that.
Heard off in the distance out on the lake, the eternal cry of the eternal wild goose:
“But how can that be?!”                                                                 But how can that be.
 
 
 

Our Philosophical Question Of The Day.
What do deaf people really miss?
 
 
 

There is a quite specific difference between the acting carried out by the nervous-system-rebel and ordinary people’s attempt to alter their presently perceived condition and behavior; the forlorn will try to act like a happy-person;
or like a christian person, or a non-hungry overweight person, and so on,
and their lower (Red & Blue Circuits) will make some effort to adapt to such new proclamations from the Yellow, mental one notwithstanding their conflict with the physical reality in which the older two live;
but the special type of acting needed by the man trying to crack-the-case is nothing less or more than plain, willfully-induced, blatant acting, while not allowing any of the automatic voices in consciousness to tell you why you are pursuing this action, what it means and where it is taking you;
for the certain-man to be properly nourished and grow from acting,

There are forms  –  and there is energy;
there are messages  –  and there are mediums,
and commonly do men not distinguish between a vessel and its cargo,
so ponder again one of our past Thoughts For The Day:
Guns can’t hurt you but bullets can make you wish you’d stayed in bed.
 
 
 

Another way to look at time is as a never ending shift in emphasis from one of the
3 Forces (Constructive Destructive & Errelevant) to another.
Time appeared on our level when the 3 Forces arranged themselves in the position that commenced the dance of Life;
since then time moves as the three partners continually change their positions relative to one another, going from leading-the-step, to following-the-step,
to being a spectator thereof;
this produces all the combinations ordinary minds see as being possible in time.
(The certain-man’s special maps not only have no edges, but no time zones as well.)
 
 
 

If you find individual men silly, short-sighted, pompous and filled with a witless
sense of importance, take a larger look at Life, for there is the ultimate storehouse
and source of all such; is it surprising that when men create gods they cast them
with super serious expressions and attitudes         --           how could they do otherwise?!
 
 
 

If you have no sense of man’s potential mental future, you cling fitfully to the past.
 
 
 

Another way to identify the D Force is that it always conveys either anger, fright,
or weariness; and remember that all 3 Forces are always present everywhere,
thus in what ordinary men deem creative acts (such as writing a book;
painting a picture; composing a symphony)
there will still be the presence of D (the relatively speaking, Destructive) Force.
Ergo does the man-who-knows not readily find in the routine world of man,
that which is purely entertaining.

While everyone else was yelling, one guy sitting off to himself in the stands was overheard to hum:
    “Just when you think you know-it-all,
      is just about the time you blow-it-all.”
(Praise be to lombardi  that there is no end to time nor edge to all, huh?!)