The ole timer advised the kid:
“Not to increase your specious sense of sarcasm and irony –  but!  –
the prices posted are not the true cost.”
Several light and cholesterol-free years later the lad mused:
“If this had only to do with physical reality, it would be no problem;
the genuine value of oxygen soon proves itself;
it’s where griffins are hawked that deception arises.”
    “Yee ha! It’s me: Demented Dan: The verbal vehicle man.
      Your consciousness will never have to walk on its own feet  –  no sir!  –
      not as long as I’m around.  Yee ha!”
The intangible world which constitutes men’s inner life may at times feel sketchy
and unreliable but at least (thank god) people who understand nothing are provided
to offer assurances to the contrary.
    “Yes, I now have a job driving dynamite through winding mountain roads,
      and for safety reasons the company says I should keep my eyes closed.”

As they sat on the porch in the shade, a man finally said to his dog:
“Look at the most important buildings in the world (The Capitol, The White House,
The Pentagon, The U.N., The New York Stock Exchange, The Vatican)
and consider: the only thing going on in them all is talk (and the writing down of talk) –  think about it: they are the most important structures and institutions in the entire universe for all we know, and all that takes place there is talk.
Amazing, Rollo --  amazing.”
(But Rollo [his thoughts turned to human consciousness]
did not see the amazingness of it.)
 
 
 

The cafeteria in men’s consciousness is such that while they hunger for steaks –
they reach for franks.
Thus is the line kept moving.
 
 
 

One man lives in a retirement home,
(he says he’s been there since he was sixteen).
 
 
 

The ad asked:
“Do You Have Stress Fractures In Your House’s Foundation?”
and the man was buffaloed for a ready response.
 
 
 

Often when he’d speak, one man’s jaw would squeak,
at least that’s what he initially believed,
only to finally realize it was coming from the conscious part of his brain.
 
 
 

To himself one man said:
“Damn!  If I’m not thinking about what someone has thought,
I’m thinking about something I just did.   Damn.”
 
 
 

Some guys were talking and one said:
“When I was a child my father taught me to love my country,” and another said:
“Mine insisted I should love god,” and a third joined in:
“My father said nothing was as important as loving my family,” and a final guy added:
“And my ole man asked me: What (out of the entire universe) is there to love more than your own consciousness.” (A fact that would have explained much about the man to the others...  ...if they had had any capacity for extraordinary understanding.)
 
 
 

Conversation Somewhere.
“How can you tell if you are fully awake?”
    “You can’t.”
“Well mister smarty  –   I can!”
    “I rest my case.”
 
 
 

A man told a kid:
“Unless you’re filthy rich, or awake,
when you get old  –  everybody becomes a bag lady.”
(Even though the lad was starting to grasp the concept of symbolism, this still startled him.)
 
 
 

One guy knew he’d moved to the right area when the traffic report on the radio announced: “Traffic everywhere is jammed up.”
 
 
 

Before committing himself to a particular technical school,
one guy has gone on the lookout for one that advertises:
“Have You Ever Considered A Career In The Stupid Field?”
 
 
 

Ode For A Holiday.
What is more natural for a man who can write than to write about himself;
what is more natural for a man who can paint than to paint pictures of himself;
what is more natural for a man who can talk than to talk about himself.
 
 
 

A crowd gathered outside a cafeteria and began to sound off:
“We don’t like allegories and all that other snot!
We like motorcycles!  –  beer!  –  minor head injuries –   wet dreams  –
letters from our mama (and good stuff like that)  –   BUT! –
what we don’t like is metaphors, symbolism and all that kinda useless crap!”
The whole bunch of ‘em then group-spat and added:
“If god’d a ‘wanted us to engage in attempts at personal thinking,
he wouldn’t a’ give us buddy seats, now would he!”
 
 
 

In Re Man’s Intangible, Other Reality.
Without the endless conflicts of this world  –  there would BE no such world.
(Though they whine about particular aspects of it, men’s enjoyment of seeing Cinderella and Snow White in a cat fight more than compensates.
[And for those with more sophisticated tastes: A Steel Cage, No Holds Barred, Texas Death Match between Faust and Hamlet.])
 
 
 

Life In The City.
It is as difficult to be famous without being fearful
as it is to be a nobody without whining.
And one chap puzzled: “Why can you endlessly come up with apparently valid verbal examples wherein it is as difficult to be this particular way without also being
some other kind of way?
It’s almost as though there exists a gigantic invisible seesaw in men’s lives,
(or else a small one inside their consciousness).”
 
 
 

              A son asked a father: