In all areas of human study there is a blind spot right near the center of
what one believes to be his expertise to be.
This news item spurred one reader to privately ponder whether there might be the ultimate possibility that any description of Life that any mortal mind can put forward will contain a fatal flaw (somewhat akin to the injection hole in a plastic action figure never being able to conceive of itself).
Variation Number Fore!
No course is up to par that doesn’t have a hidden water hazard on some hole.
 
 
 
 

Next to certain erotic games and exotic chocolate creams,
one guy’s favorite activity is saying to his self:
“How can you ever study yourself  when you are all you have to study with?”
 
 
 
 

Said a searingly bright father to a son:
“Level with me kid: are you going to be a moon all of your life!?”
   (One chap is quite disturbed by the similarity between “moon” and “moron.”)
 
 
 
 

At a sidewalk café: 
As  espresso he awaited,
a chap contemplated:
“Does a man who’s struggling to awaken always have something-in-reserve  –
or does he work at such an all-out intensity that everything he has
is constantly being called upon?”
 
 
 
 

A man in the city with no ax to grind is a man with no axe.
(There is no such creature as a smooth-running second-reality.)
 
 
 
 

At least one pleasurable feature of taking some second-reality matter seriously
is that if you're a nervous-system-rebel, when you realize what you're doing,
you enjoy good laugh.
 
 
 
 

On one world, when they're confronted with something they can't control
or comprehend  --   they declare war on it.
    (“Are you using the term, ‘one-world’ as a substitute for
     ‘one-form-of-consciousness’?”)
 
 
 
 

Ordinary people trying to think while they’re angry is about like them trying to
actually think.
 
 
 
 

One man’s approach is: “If your teeth hurt  –  pull out your gums.”
 
 
 
 

(Talk about convenience!): Fits come in a size for everyone.
 
 
 
 

So reflected a fellow:
“Via Religion, Politics and Philosophy, Life is trying to teach man what?  –
how to feel?  –  how to act?  –  how to think?”
He then sat down by a pool.
 
 
 
 

In the physical world, constant exchanges are obvious;
in man’s mental realm  –  not so obvious, but just as ubiquitous.
 
 
 
 

Standing on his balcony overlooking the city, the Mayor mused:
“Talk about over-kill and the supreme fail-safe system:
How about Life providing man with both religion and government!”
   (An aide behind a curtain mulled: “I guess when you're Life and it’s just you against
    the whole Universe, you can never overdo the survival thing.”)
 
 
 
 

(And as long as we’re talking about armadillos): A mister G.T.W. emails us from Texas:
“Sir: Inasmuch as I am from Ohio  –  why am I writing you from Texas?
Yours,” etc.
Indeed G.T. – Life & the matter of location can be a duo of subjects worthy of weighing.
 
 
 
 

At least talking about what you're doing helps the ordinary remember what
they should be doing  (although that’s not the purpose they had in mind).

Quote Of The Day.
“Would I lie about something that important?  –  certainly!  –
what better way to emphasize its importance!?”
 
 
 
 

You can be distracted by many things  –  but you shouldn’t let you be one of them.
 
 
 
 

A Tip.
If you get captured in the city, and you're drugged & forced to answer their questions, always just respond: “Perhaps.”
 
 
 
 

An ordinary man’s area of clearest perception is where he is closest to being dinner.
   (Aka: The ultimate personal exchange.)
 
 
 
 

Just because you forget it’s there doesn’t mean that the place where everything-overlaps ceases to exist.
A man who can truly think is the only creature on earth who will chew off his own foot when caught in an emotional trap.
 
 
 
 

Conversation.
“It is an awesome responsibility to be your own best friend and advisor.”
    “’Awesome’!?”
“Okay: funnest.”