How Mind Works (Or: How Some Men Manage Their Sin).
They drink strictly cheap booze and commit adultery only with ugly women.
 
 

One man was astonished to hear used as an accusatory statement:
“You’re not fooling anyone but yourself,” –
“My god!  -- what are they thinking,”  he mused, “that’s all that’s necessary.”
 
 

One man’s shibboleth: “All you have to do is: live one more day,
and stay focused, one more minute.”
 
 

Standing in mankind’s library he noted: “Leave out the Physical Sciences
and it’s all fiction.”
Only the man-who-knows can face that.
 
 

“How do you explain the fact that if men couldn’t talk
there would be no such thing as irony?”
    “Your question is too dumb to deserve a response.”
“A verbal one, you mean.”
 
 

While astronomers search for aliens in space, and priests and psychiatrist do, in man, the rebel examines the familiar, the all-too familiar, for the all-too-often-overlooked.
 
 

“How do you explain the fact that if men couldn’t talk
there would be no such thing as sin?”
   “How ironic that you would ask such.”
 
 

Six billion people want to think and repeat thoughts they got from some other man
which impress them; the certain man is only satisfied with thoughts from his self.
Awakening & Enlightenment could be seen as the ultimate in originality of thought.
 
 

One man admired those with terminal illness: “For living in the face of death,”
and also expressed his distaste for the stupid for their continued existence,
while remaining too stupid to realize their condition.
“What is not-being-asleep other than a strong distaste for a lack of originality.”
    “But you once said it was a desire to have consciousness under control?”
“Same thing.”
 
 

In human conversation (to be social) one person says what the other person is
going to recognize and find agreeable, and it will never include any original thought.
Let an alert man ponder the possibility that: Original thought is anti-social.
 
 

One man puzzled: “Why, in the area of so-called esoteric knowledge is an alive spokesman thereof never as honored and heeded as a dead one?  --
and what should that be telling its fans about themselves?”
 
 

One entire species is an interpreter of all that is great that has gone before;
one certain man produces it all (one certain type of consciousness, to be more exact).
 
 

One guy reminds his self of the need to: “Keep on laughing inside –
even when you’re steamed, pissed, distraught and disgusted.”
 
 

What is undoubtedly the strangest thing in the universe, far surpassing black holes
and the quirks of quarks, is consciousness   –  ‘cause no one will ever understand conclusively what it is (or really, anything substantial about it).
 
 

Now having surpassed highway accidents: the leading cause of death around the world is letting the way things are make your head dangerously tighten in criticism.
 
 

Okay, if you’d like: the sole substitute for having consciousness under control
would be to have all that occurs in consciousness be original.
 
 

On an unregistered ship in the bay of benzal, utilizing the talents of an unlicensed neurosurgeon from zeus knows where, next week one man will attempt to have the daydreaming area of his brain replaced with a group of children playing tissue paper
and combs.
 
 

Unless your thoughts about a subject are original, they are never satisfying.
 
 

One guy offers: “The more you study consciousness the clearer you realize that you don’t know whether it is you who are conscious, or consciousness that is you.”
 
 

One of the attractions of jokes is the originality of the punch line.
 
 

After being numerous times accused of making-fun-of-the-whole-world,
one man finally responded to an accuser by noting: “If I am,
then in truth I am making fun of no one, no?!” to which the incriminator had to agree, (though he left feeling he had somehow been made fun of).
More sheep have fleeced themselves than have ever been sheared by outside hands.
(“O! O!  –   let me do me in  –  let me do it!”    It's the human way of doing things.)
 
 

To achieve The Aim is a process whereby one makes oneself unfamiliar with oneself; this is done by thinking about something other than what automatically appears in your consciousness.
(“Well, that sounds simple enough..........though I fail to see the point.”)
 
 

Men are made for things to stick in their minds, both collectively (as in religion,
and national tragedies) and individually (as in personal heartaches,
and self-deprecating anecdotes).