Dialogue.
“ Why does so much of jazz sound to me like meaningless noise?”
   “Because it is so much like man’s ordinary mental activity.”

“What would you call an ordinary man saying that he can mentally do
several things at once?”
   “The multi-turd factor?!”

A son said to a father:
“One of the things most impressive about you is that even though I've known you
now for forty-three years, you’ve never told me anything about yourself.” 
(He never actually said this, but just thought it, since he knew that if he did,
the best he would get from the elder would be a shoulder shrug.)

Ad You'll Never See For A Movie That'll Never Be Made.
“An extraordinary experiment takes a woman to the edge of madness,
(that is): of the madness of being ordinary.”

Another Way To Test Yourself Professionally Without Needing Professional Help.
If you are asked what you consider important in life and you give an answer that
other people might give  –  you're as ordinary and clueless as can be.

Colloquy.
“Those who pretend they have free will have free will.”
     “Really?”
“Maybe.”
You can't even dream properly about freedom as long as you maintain any continuing alliance with the past.

After watching boocoos of cop shows, one man began thinking of his own
automatic mind as “the perp.”

If, by now to you, you are not the funniest person in the world,
you don’t yet have the certain-man’s sense of humor
(which is not far removed, by the way, from Enlightenment).

A Mildly Interesting Aspect Of Second-Reality.
Men have in their minds responses to questions they have yet to ever hear.

The less a man thinks the more timid he is mentally.

Conversation.
“I don’t know which I like most: art or technology.”
    “Why not get the best of both, and go with man.”
“Man!?”
   “Okay: your own thinking.”
“Ah!  –  the best of art and technology!    Gotcha!”

Being physically wasteful is one thing –
being wasteful in the intellectual food chain is another.

The grunts of Prefaces and the groans of Epilogues gymnastically assist the mentally flaccid in their efforts to give an appearance of chiseled contours to their otherwise formless intellectual perception of reality.

“Dad, I want to go see a war.”
    “No need son, that’s why I put a mirror in your room.”

Psycho-Newtonian views place responsibility for men’s problems either on
man himself, or on forces outside of man;
only the neural avant garde can perceive a tertium quid.
    (“And ain't that always the case!?”
           Yeah, or at least a six-pack.)
All earthly growth is at the expense of the sun;
all mental son’s expanse is at the expense of the father.
The certain-man's thinking giveth and taketh away  --  and both concerning itself.
Question In The City: “Why can everything be so satisfactorily divided into two?”
Question In Rebel Territory: “Does it tickle you as much as me,
how everything can be divided into three?”

Solid Tip For The Few.
Don’t remain forever in mundane debt.
   Super Solid Fact For The Few.
   All debt is mundane.

The greatest fear of this one kid (in fact, well into his forties) was that he'd be
locked up indefinitely in a small room with his self.
   (“No Way Out – No Way Out” was what one school for awakening called its
      kindergarten program.)

A father so directed his driving student son:
“Get on over in the passing lane  –  the time for guilt was back when you had time for such encumbering foolishness.”

Suicide is but another unfocused attempt by ordinary men to expand the concept of
the movable-environment.

Words To Live By (If You Live By A City Street).
Many people don’t feel that they’ve actually driven a car until they’ve wrecked it.

Being ordinary is not a social condition, but a cellular stagnation.

Message scrawled in the dirt near a rebel camp:
“The dumb don’t dream and the intelligent don’t dream much.”

Tête-À-Tête.
“ What does a man-who-knows-what’s-going-on dream of?”
      “You mean beside nothing?”
 “That’s terrible!”
      “Yeah.”