As long as Life has ordinary men feeling that there is a challenge to their life  –
it’s got ‘em.
(The certain-man creates his own private one.)
 
 

Most people outgrow the desire to wake-up,
(and conjure up otherwise reasons why).
 
 

Conversation.
“The nice thing about quoting someone you think sounds smarter than you is that
you believe that doing so makes you seem smarter.”
    “Hell, everybody knows that.”
“Until I just said it, you didn’t.”
 
 

What the religious, through their rituals, prayers and cleansing say they seek,
(to hear the voice of god) is what the awakened man hears routinely in his own head, (that is): the sound of his own heightened consciousness.
 
 

Why does calling someone brilliant who is generally considered brilliant
make you appear brilliant when denouncing humanity as dunces who are generally considered to be so is not thought to make you seem what you are –
a dunce?
 
 

The other side of the fact that you cannot be critical of something and understand it
is that once you understand something,
you more or less lose personal interest therein.
 
 

When interviewed, sports coaches inanely repeat the cliché:
“What we must do to win is get-back-to-basics,” which is prezactly what the man struggling to solve the case must do.
 
 

Those who will tell you what is wrong with life, the world, humanity do not understand anything  --   not anything, and yet are taken to be at least as insightful as those who agree with them.
Fact: There’s no way out of a shit bucket for turds.
 
 

Though it is not moralistic or religious, the nervous-system-rebel can experience
one sin: being distracted from his goal (the basics  --  and it is heart wrenching!
(Okay: it really pisses him off.)
 
 

People who know what is wrong with others, do not know what is wrong with them,
and that is a cracker-jack, never-seen fact.
 
 

One man says that if there is one thing he truly enjoys, it is recapitulating.
    (“And I believe he jolly well speaks for us all.”)
 
 

Said a father to a scion:
“Son: If you do not toot your own horn  –  your horn will atrophy.”
    “Which I take is not a bad thing?!”
”Not if you are going to be a credible part of our family’s special tradition.”
 
 

Those doing the following in man's collective dance step want to believe that tyrants, top dogs and those doing the leading have a soft, caring spot in their heart (genetic temperament), but only those who got in the ballroom free expect the bouncers to be equitable in their treatment of customers.
(Note: everyone got in free.)
 
 
 

One man will not hold hot objects if it is uncomfortable to do so.
    (“Somebody throw him out.                              Damn troublemaker!”)
You cannot be an outlier and be a mere get-byer.
In one land they define genius as: “The most excellent ability to get into
unparalleled situations.”

    Then there was this one reality that would tell the creatures damn-near anything
     to keep them where they were.
     No local god can keep his job who can’t keep the kids in the yard.
     If you can tell where an awakened man is  –  he is not awake.
 
 

One guy’s private motto is: “Being sane’s
                                                  no big thang.”
 
 

The city definition of any word is never the same as a rebel’s;
even when they are the same  –  they are different,
(just like he is never like everyone else, no matter how he appears).
 
 

If you know how to talk to yourself just-so,
you do not have to listen to other people talk (and vice versa).
 
 

“If,” said the kid to the ole man, “the presence of one thing (ignorance for instance) indicates the absence of another (like knowledge)
where does that put our relationship?!”
(Several years back [during that rainy period we had just before the Kumquat Festival] one ole man said he sometimes feared the kid was on the verge of getting
too smart for him         –      but then grinned like a possum on codeine.)
 
 

In a reality defined by the limits of its dimensions  –  everything has its particular shape (and do not be too sure this excludes thoughts).
 
 

One man’s parents deserted him  –  literally (but which alone still proved insufficient).
 
 

Notice Displayed Non-Prominently in Man’s Ballroom:
“If you don’t like to dance backwards (and be dipped)  –  where else ya gonna go?”
 
 

(Though this diagnosis fits not a linear perspective, consider it still):
The perceived ills of the second-reality are in fact its vital signs.
 
 

One ole timer instructed his children thus:
“The quality of mercy is not strained  –  not as it comes from the factory.”
 
 

If you can prove you are right in a second-reality dispute, it doesn’t matter whether you are right or not; all that counts is that you can prove it.
Man’s descriptions of the second-reality are its reality;
only the nervous-system-rebel lives in an inner area exempt from this strangulation.
 
 

Whenever this one man would be forced into near admission that he didn’t-know-what-he-was-talking-about, he would weasel out by saying that the documentation needed to support his position was: “in storage  – out-of-state,”
(which [believe it or not] was the truth).
 
 

Ordinary men perceive a difference between:
“disliking someone, but believing they could change,” and just: “disliking-them”  –
they especially like to employ this regarding their own thinking.
 
 

One reformed ole sorehead (during last week’s meeting of The R.O.S.) said
(during the: Let’s Be Positive Time): “Even a sinking ship is going some where.”
 
 

One outlier privately thinks of his most radically pleasing ideas as:

Said a father to a son as he headed off toward the city:
“Here is a shortcut to micro-psychology:
Authors with the same name, know the same thing,
and sure  --  it’s improbable  –  but that still makes it at least partially probable.”
     “You’re finally beginning to make me see how things work.”
“Words, you mean.......and thus thoughts.”
    “Sad to say  –  but, yes,” replied the lad  (displaying a dab of the old man’s notorious sardonicism).
 
 

When he wanted to have neat, tidy thoughts one chap would listen to Baroque music and try to think in a seventeenth century manner, and when he wanted to be
less restricted he would play Contemporary works while letting his mind roam free,
and unfettered (truth to tell: most of the time he could tell no difference).
 
 

One man says that the one thing experience does do for you is make you wish you could learn-from-it.
 
 

Trying to explain something that doesn’t yet exist to another person is akin to encouraging them to become something that does not yet exist.
Everyone believes that ideas are extremely powerful,
but only the rebel knows how they are.
 
 

One city-struck kid gushed: “Boy!  –  dead guys sure do write some neat stuff!”
 
 

Proverb Update.
Uncertainty is the mother of all invention  –  hell!  –  in fact,
the origin of man’s entire inner reality.