When (at the moment  proper for them) the few (who are sane and relatively ordinary)
read or hear that: “Man lives in a dream, but through certain efforts can awaken,”
or: “Man lives in the dark, but can be enlightened,”
or: “Man lives in a kind of inner captivity, but by certain methods can be liberated,” they instantly think:
“That’s it!  –  that’s what’s been bugging me all these years,”
and accomplishing this variously named goal becomes their life’s work;
but when such a person says: “I want to awaken  –  I want to be enlightened  –
I want to be liberated” what they are really saying is:
“I want to alter my own genetic makeup”  –  which is preposterous! –
what other word is there for it but preposterous!?                 And yet  --
the certain few are not preposterous     --      so what say ye to this?
 
 
 
 

A father so urged a son:
“If you're going to rely on just one thing in life  –  be sure it’s the right thing.”
(And mused the lad: “Another of the old man’s features you gotta love is that
in speaking to me, he won't hesitate to ride the obvious  –  when it’s a dry track –
the odds are good – and he sired the steed his self.”)
Nothing is ever as clear and conspicuous as that which you realize for yourself.
It matters not how many have set foot there before, when a Columbus gets to a place all on his own  –  it IS his own.
Coopallary: There is no such creature as an enlightened follower.
    (“I don’t like that worth a god damn!”
          What does that tell you.)
 
 
 
 

One man said to his self:
“You're not fooling anybody but you,” and replied:
   “Hell, I don’t fool me,” and asked:
“Then what’s the point of it all?” –  and responded:
   “That’s what I've been asking myself since I was eighteen.”
 
 
 
 

Dialogue.
“Once you’ve been told that you're dying and you finally accept the fact  –
it clears your mind surprisingly.”
   “Humm, why wouldn’t that work with being told that you're asleep & in a dream?”
 
 
 
 

So said a noun: “If religion was psychology –  things would be different.”
Then a verb injected: “If thinking was action –  things would be different,”
and an adverbial in-law added: “Shucks! –  if things were different  –
things would be different.”
   (“You have no idea how relieved I was to hear that the idea of words having a life of their own
      has been thoroughly discredited.”)
 
 
 
 

The two o’clock tongue lasher at speaker’s corner in city park today let go with this:
“You can be hot-stuff and think that you're hot stuff,
or you can be hot-stuff and never think about it;
to be hot-stuff in the eyes of others, you must be in the first category,
to be hot-stuff to yourself, aw, nobody’s interested in that.”
 
 
 
 

One of a man’s voices one morning said:
“Sometimes when I'm alone and think of me  –  I almost cry,”
and one of his other voices asked: “Out of loneliness?  –  sadness?”
“No, disbelief.”

A father said to a son:
“There’s something I've been wanting to tell you for many years,
but I've kept putting it off, waiting for what I thought would be just the right moment, but life is not infinite and I've been thinking how bad I'd feel if like today I was
run down in the street and killed by a truck.”
  “You mean how bad you'd feel because you didn’t get around to telling me
    whatever it is!?”
“No, you idiot! – how bad I'd feel to be run down and killed by a truck.”
 
 
 
 

One preacher exhorted his feckless flock thus:
“No need, blessed friends, to concern yourselves with the gossiping tongues
of your fellow man, for when you're dead, dearly beloved,
history will talk about everybody.”
(What less can those in the ground expect but some cold-comfort!?
   “Yes indeed  –  I can see that: ‘Everything has its advantages’
      [it’s just that personally, quite often, I can't make out what they are.]”)
A podiatrist inquired of a meteorologist:
“Just because a blind man can't see the dam break lose  –  will he be any less wet?”
 
 
 
 

One chap, rhetorically at least, put the ponder to his self:
“Even if you’re no clumsier than the average person  –  still!  –
why should you ever drop or break anything!?”
   (And he knew the answer: it always comes back to a lack of focus.)
 
 
 
 

Another Example Of: How It Goes.
By dawn’s breaking light, in preparation for the final big battle,
the conquistadors donned their armor
while the god-chief of the indigenous people wrapped his self in his magic robe…
 
 
 
 

One middle-aged planet wrote to his young satellite away at school:
“If you’re asked your opinion on some matter and you suspect that others will be
asked also, never give your real opinion first.
Love, Pop.”
 
 
 
 

Hormones Remain The Ultimate Cure.
As he advanced in years, one man (who had always been much concerned about his appearance) began to worry to the point of depression as he thought about how he would inevitably lose his good looks in old age, then one day the way out hit him –  Wham!  –   “All you have to do is die before that happens!”
 
 
 
 

One man says that one of the great joys of his life is “reading to his son,”
which is a curious comment on several fronts: one is that he is illiterate,
another is that he is childless,
and a third is that he is yet telling the truth.
 
 
 
 

In some kingdoms, everyone continues to look-for-the-messiah,
but no one wants to actually see him coming toward them.
   (“If this one is really about thinking & consciousness  --  you're spooking the hell out of me.”)