From a high, widely-encompassing aerial view:
Your best friend has also been hired to kill you.
The inherent neural King has a contract out on you, and there is nothing you can do about it, indeed, if you are of ordinary mind, there is nothing you want to do about it.
A lad asked his dad:
“Is the purpose of metaphors always to convey some deeper meaning which can't be done with literal descriptions, or can they be used simply to fuck with people’s minds?”
Some questions don’t deserve a response, some don’t need a response,
some can't withstand a response, and some questions have no response,
and this one clearly involves all of the above.

When one man read about recent mineral discoveries which were projected to:
“Add billions of new dollars to our economy,” he mused:
“If that’s really correct, any increase in our collective wealth will only come from human labor working these areas,” which is reminiscent of the rebel’s axiom:
“Nouns are nothing without verbs, and the mind cannot be exploited to its full potential without the addition of a man’s active & willful  thinking.”

To the sizable crowd who'd gathered, a speaker in city park declared:
“I have come to the conclusion that the rules of some mortal games are changed between innings,”
and many in the throng angrily shouted back:
“Whaddya mean  –  some!?”

There are numerous well known names given to certain eras of human history
(the Classical, the Romantic, the Medieval, etc) but there is a less frequently employed sobriquet available:
The Eternal Neo-Madness.
(Its rarity [no doubt] a reflection of the scarcity of those who understand its meaning.)

The cortex (via automatic thinking) seeks stability and balance for the mind
as much as does the cerebellum for the body.
The watchword in one kingdom is: “If it counts to two  –  it’ll do.”

Conversational Brief.
“Hey pa pa – let’s go see a parade.”
    “No need to go anywhere my boy  –  you are one.”

(Just a note….in case youse interested): Real thinking never takes the fun out of anything.  (It may let the rats out of your zeppelin –  but that’s all for the good.)

In second-reality, nothing ever fully dies  –
consider how the daily sports scores are an infinitely renewable myth.

Proverb Revision.
Those who live-by-the-sword are the cause of death for many pen aficionados.
Though other names are employed, the games reported on by History are all actually 'twixt hormones & neurons.

Many frequent a weary place,
known to a few as heavy-space.
(Which is ninety degrees from torted time.)

Axiom Of An Unconventional Mechanic.
If it won't force  –  don’t work it.
(Aka: If it won't break off  –  don’t turn it.)

Men and their diverse thinking represent to Life a matter of:
“competing common interests.”

A neural lackey of the Crown calls out:
“Hey –  there’s a lot of the King’s work to be done over here,”
and an uncommon synapse shouts back:
“I know  –  that’s why I moved to over here.”
    ‘Tis natural enough for the body to sometimes be discombobulated,
     but why grant your thinking this unprofitable privilege!?

Theatre goers are familiar with the device of a play-within-a-play; well,
the nervous-system-rebel’s life is sort of like the world’s only play outside a play.

One way to spot the ordinary is they commonly believe that the cutest thing
about them is their self.       (Which is unassailable sexually, but beyond that……well………)

Graffito found in obscure urban latrine:
“A Philistine with verbal talent can do more harm than good,
and more good than harm  (as long as he restricts his activities to the city).”

As they ventured into the backyard to check out the day’s weather,
the ole man (attempting to wax philosophical) said to the kid:
“The sun comes out when it wants to,” and the lad thought:
“Hey – so do I?!”
(Overseeing all of this, a non-local squirrel in a tree mused:
“Do any humans ever consider that the closest they may come to having free will
is when they claim they do?”)
If words had any more power in the land of the neural King than they do now  –
they’d depose him in a heartbeat.
(Think on that if you want something worthy of a real person’s mental time.)

What ordinary men call thinking is like watching TV;
some of the shows you like, some you do not, but regardless, all that your consciousness does is sit there and watch the automatically appearing thoughts pass by,
while the rebel’s real thinking is an ongoing analysis of the programs.

In his defense, says one chap:
“I'm not clumsy –  the problem is that in the everyday physical world,
one dimension keeps bumping into another one.”
   (Reckon we can move along  –  no metaphorical message here.)

We close today’s news with a triple threat medical item.
* The cure for wanting to wake-up is your present mode of thought.
   * There is (obviously) sickness that makes you ill,
      but there is a lesser known illness that makes you well.
      * The rebel virus thrives on inoculations.