In an existence driven by 3 Forces, commonly do conventional minds dream of
one force given free reign and let loose to run without impediment
(which they can picture in exhilarating and pleasurable scenes),
yet should such occur it would produce unimaginable chaos.
Wild horses are to be bridled in teams –
inchoate synapses must stick together;
only the neurons of the certain-man can be permitted to privately run wild.
In trying to awaken-from-the-dream  –  no one understands what they’re doing until
it’s too late  –  until they have actually come out of it.
 
 
 

What important-messages do ordinary ears hear that are not dire warnings?
 
 
 

One Of The Things You Can Count On For Sure.
If you must try to verbally convince others that your idea is correct concerning some matter –  you do not understand it.
 
 
 

Notwithstanding conveyance of information specifically related to physical survival, talk means so little that were men to become aware thereof,
the planet would fall mostly devoid of human speech.
 
 
 

In the flow of energy through the Yellow Circuit there are continually appearing gaps,  small openings strewn throughout routine thoughts which ordinary minds ignore,
but into which the nervous-system-rebel can insert unexpected additions,
and flourishes to great instructive profit.
 
 
 

Mute people don’t miss much       (least those partially awake).
 
 
 

Many people want to be identified as playing: “What Is This?”
but not one in a million of them (if they knew what it was) would really want to know.
 
 
 

Inside Some Where.
“Philo, what we plan to do is drill through into the future part of my brain,
but it is such an untried experiment that we need you to remain behind –
like the kid who stays up on the trestle while the rest of us go swimming in the river
so that if a train comes along he can jump off.”
    “I don’t get it?!”
“Exactly! –  we knew you’d understand.”

    If everyone knew what was going to happen they wouldn’t call it the future,
    now would they!  –  why hell! –  if everybody understood what was going on
    right now they wouldn’t call it the present!                      “We knew you'd understand.”
 
 
 

As long as you can talk  –  you can sleep.
 
 
 

In a certain below-deck area of the ark, if you haven’t amounted to much, one gambit you can employ is to act like you know something special that other people don’t know (at least those other people who also haven’t amounted to much) and (allowing for a certain galling aftertaste) this can provide to such men, a modicum of something resembling captive-animal-pleasure.
 
 
 

If, in your own circuitry, you are not constantly attempting something: new, new, new, you will be doing something that seems: what?, what?, what?
There still remain but seven deadly sins: repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition.
 
 
 

Though the oldest metaphorical picture of man is of him living-in-a-dream,
greater precision would be achieved should it describe him pursuing a life of pretense, (in other words): not a life wherein he is being bamboozled by being helplessly stuck in a dream of which he is unaware, but rather one wherein he is aware that much of what he says he believes to be true, he knows is not.
To those irreversibly living such a life, this distinction is moot,
but to a man wanting to escape therefrom, it is quite telling and useful.
 
 
 

Note: The cry: “We’ll go down with the ship!” comes primarily from land.
 
 
 

When the religious say: “We must be prepared to suffer for our beliefs,”
what they unknowingly mean is: “Although we dream,
we must constantly brace ourselves for the possible appearance of reality.”
 
 
 

Someone has opined that Life is not interested in productivity  –  only survival,
which could only be valid did not human consciousness exist.
 
 
 

How ‘Bout That!
The most important thing in human life is speech  – it is also the least meaningful.
How ‘bout that!                                                                                                           Well?!
 
 
 

It’s hard to be self-contained when you have a self that seems to you
to be in charge of you.
 
 
 

If you live too much in your head  –  hit your thumb with a hammer;
if you live too much in your thumb, figure it out for yourself.
 
 
 

Since it comes inevitably to those who finally crack-the-case, you may as well start now being non-sad & serious.
(Those who question that practice makes perfect have obviously never been to bed with an accordion).
 
 
 

A man pondered: “If hormones are at the base of all dreams & nightmares,
why are man’s so commonly of a sexual nature but seldom culinary?”
(Note: Under normal civilized conditions, neurons are not supposed to propose questions that can prove uncomfortable to hormones.
[Ordinary minds understand this instinctively     –      what the hell’s wrong with you!])
 
 
 

On one level: Life moves slowly & gradually, while men are driven to react and comment immediately,
(this is not necessary how it really is, but to routine views, how it appears to be.
P.S. As in all intangible affairs: the certain-man does leave matters on the
appears-to-be level).
 
 
 

A man who doesn’t have much to say may not know much  –
or he may know so much that he doesn’t know where to begin  –
or he may just not want to talk to you.
    (“Are you referring to an actual other person or that certain better area of my mind?)
 
 
 

Another way to consider the idea of there being a missing-ingredient in man’s blood
is as his routine circulatory system’s inability to tolerate and transport a stronger dose of the C (Constructive) Force to the conscious part of his brain;
indeed, arousing oneself from the so-called life-of-dreaming can be pictured as
nothing less than overriding this condition.
The only thing natural about waking-up is its complete unnaturalness,
(and those who would have it any other way will never have it).
 
 
 

At the ordinary level of binary consciousness, all ideas and verbal maps seem to conclud at the end of sentences – at the edges of the papers on which they appear,
while from the outlier’s expanded perspective, they are all unending & ever-unfolding.
If one attempts to trace the source of electrical power appearing in one’s house
he would first look to the power station directly serving his residence;
then to the rivers turning the turbines that drive the stations,
on to the rainfall that feeds the rivers;
but then you must insert man and his consciousness-oriented existence on this planet which directly affects the cycle of rain-evaporation-rain; thus your mental inquiry is eventually returned to the home of man from whence this search commenced;
multiply such a simple example by billions and you have a rough approximation of
the scope of ordinary man’s lack of grasp.
 
 
 

When you understand what’s going on, you can try to describe it simply, or you can attempt to describe it accurately, but what you cannot do is describe it accurately.
(While hippos are standing on their head they can’t talk to you about the trick.
 “What the hell do I care about some fuckin' hippo!?”
Exactly.)
 
 
 

When you can’t pull yourself together  –  offer to help others do so.
(THE prime reward of being an altruist.)
 
 
 

One man ponders: “Why is the cry: ‘Hey! –  come look at this!’
usually followed by either clear disappointment or a fist fight?”
 
 
 

Another take on the E (Errelvant) Force is as the ever-present, but never directly acknowledged ignorance in the background of everything man says he understands about matters intangible (for instance will state an expert in economics):
“Although our trade imbalance has unquestionably reached a critically dangerous level, the dollar yet remains adamantly robust, so that what lies ahead is truly difficult to predict”  –  the continuing unknown variable lying always just beyond the horizons visible to ordinary consciousness.