A bright & sunny morning, a cool breeze blowing, you pull out of your driveway,
top down on the convertible  –   a physically glorious day,
                                                        and you could be on your way
perhaps to the beach, or maybe to receive treatment for a life-threatening illness,
but one thing for sure: you  –  in your thinking  –  are on the way some where.
Physically, all forms of life are headed some place  –  indeed, the same place  –
thus no need to think about it, but mentally, men are always headed for some
other place, any one of various places, but always apparently  –  some place  –
and some place worth thinking about  –  “No” you say!?  –
“Not all places men may be going are worth being thought about”!?  –
then why do they invariably think about where they are going?
(be the destination pleasant or otherwise [often, extremely otherwise]!?
   And an Oncologist with a sand pail says he’s not sure he understands any of this.)
 
 
 
 

A speaker in city park this morning conveyed the following story:
“One man's regular ‘I’ (while surveying his brain) mused:
‘Speaking as CEO of this organization: It’s good to see that none of the
neurons & synapses are trying to unionize,’  and I said:
‘Sir! –  they don’t need to.’
   Why do men readily accept that all of their essential physical life happens automatically, but when it comes to their mental life, will refuse to even, Aw! --
never mind, it never accomplishes anything to point this out.”
(He then spat, looked a mite disheartened, and came down off the soapbox.)
 
 
 
 

Admits one guy: “Without drugs –  I'm nothing.”
   (“Likewise” says his neural activity responsible for him being able to speak
      and confess such matters.)
 
 
 
 

Forecasting Beyond The Meteorological.
One man says he's grown accustomed to every day expecting a 50% chance of
him being his natural born self.
 
 
 
 

A man not amiable to clichés will feel awkward amidst city life.
 
 
 
 

Conversation.
“Science takes care of the outer world, and religion, the inner.”
   “You must be kidding!”
“Not as much as religion.”
 
 
 
 

In city affairs, all systems are grown with seeds of self-destruction,
   (in the sense of: “Dust-to-dust, and insubstantial-to-insubstantial”).
 
 
 
 

To talk about something  –  anything  –  you must first pretend that it is
important enough to be talked about.
 
 
 
 

There is some question as to whether man’s second-reality could spore, clone,
and expand without celebrities and heroes.
Corpollary: Only the man secretly watering his self inside can swell up enough
to burst out of his reputed self.
(P.S. The outcome of this uncommon act is the source of ordinary men’s notion of “humility” [which they long ago conjured up as a more refined replacement for
“being embarrassed.”])
 
 
 
 

While alone in the afternoon, a chap’s consciousness thought:
“I've allowed myself to be held captive for so long that the whole concept of freedom seems now no more than a minor yeast infection.”
 
 
 
 

In the city, killing the Kings will not destroy civilians’ desire for same.
Only the man whose private intent is to overthrow his self can finally experience
real freedom;
City-ites denouncing their institutions is the same as them praising same;
while residing in second-reality, all you can do is rearrange the illusory furniture,
and the only practical act possible for a man sick of the place
is for him to finally see it for what it is, and thus be able to abandon it.
 
 
 
 

Proclaimed the ad: “Do you have back pain?  –  well  –  straighten up!”  –
and upon reading this, one man immediately tried to apply its message
to his thinking.
 
 
 
 

Gods were the original celebrities  --  men who defied them, the first heroes.
 
 
 
 

Standing navel-deep in mud, watching his house float away,
as the fierce winds threatened to peel his eyelids from his face, the man mulled:
“As interesting as it has been to be a recipient of the planet’s weather
all of these years, wouldn’t it be nice some day to be where it all begins,”
and the Great Meteorological Machine (playing poker with some friends) said:
“What gives with this creature man?!  –  he has consciousness,
yet still wants to believe that the center of things is always somewhere else.”
    (“Ahhh! –   the weather referred to in the story is not actually of the physical sort.
       Very clever  –   annoying but clever.”)
And this email just arrived:
“Sir: I have become accustomed to you (after a news story) having some
unidentified person in quotes make a comment in reaction to the story,
but I do not like it when the comment is complimentary to you (even if you are not mentioned by name, since any reasonable reader assumes you write them all).
It is very unseemly for you (under the guise of a fictional voice) to laud yourself
and your cleverness; this is the sort of inelegant activity I would expect from my own regular mind --uh! –  wait a moment…….yeah!……now I see what’s going on in
all of this Jan’s Daily News thing, like with the above news story,
including my supposed email commenting on it.
Okay, never mind what I first said  –  I think I get it now.
   Somewhat Shamefaced But Still Interested,
   Yours,” etc.