One day an ordinary guy pondered:
”How do priests and all the other kinds of let-me-tell-you-what-you-want-to-do gurus
take themselves seriously?”  –  and suddenly understood: “Same way as I do me.”

Ordinary men can't fake sincerity  –  sincerity fakes them.

So mulled one chap: “Why do you only hear ads which say: ‘Why pay more?’ –
and never any: ‘Why pay less?’  –  when (in a closed system) it makes no difference?”
    “You mean to the system!?”
“Who else matters!”

In the hallway outside the Ole Sorehead’s National Conclave a man said to an usher:
“I hear tell of people who say they want to feel-better-about-their-self,
and others who just want to feel-better, and I say that anyone who believes there is
a difference between the two, deserves to realize neither.”

The Secret.
At an early age, one man became captivated with the idea of there being a Secret,
which when known, would change a person’s life,
then at the age of twenty five he began (through writing and lecturing)
promoting the idea that there is no such “Secret,”
then he dropped out of sight for twenty years, only to reappear proclaiming that he knew the Secret, which he would reveal to you for a quite nice sum.
Can you guess what it was?
(Hint: There is sufficient information in the above to ascertain same.)

You can read fiction, and you can read non-fiction,
and you can read fiction and pretend it’s non-fiction,
and you can read non-fiction and pretend it’s fiction,
and if you do all of this  –  why read to begin with?
    “For simple distraction?”
You’re right of course  –  what else matters.

If you want a personal example of the influence hormones have on neurons
(that is: how you feel determines what you think) change your evening eating habits,
(eat later, eat more, eat spicier, etc.) and observe how your dreams will also change.

To add just-the-right ritualistic touch to the proceeding,
one chap invited all of his closest friends to watch him burn all of his old love letters  –
except that he didn’t have any friends or love letters
(but other than for that minor detail, he said the occasion went swimmingly well).

Savings All Around.
If you can get free of time  –  you can find bargains everywhere.

In one galaxy are two worlds in competition: on one they have erected a billboard visible for millions of miles that says: “Words Are Not Adequate,” while on the other planet they’ve set up one that declares: “Words Are Totally Adequate.”
   (And as you might suspect, some travelers prefer visiting one, and some the other.)

Whenever he would be reprimanded for something, one youngster always replied: “Life put me up to it” –  he said this so many times that his parents gradually began to accept it.

Everything man has ever written that is not about the physical world
is a story he made up in response to human feelings.

One man has started a residential, pet-aroma spray business for people who
don’t like cats but love the smell of cats.
       Notes an ipse dixit musician: “The nice thing about having no talent is that
       no one can bust your chops.”

At one very official-seeming function, a very official-looking fellow made this proposal: “Let us re-write our language so as to better reflect our continuing state of ignorance.”
    (A comment for which he was roundly applauded and beaten [officially speaking, of course.])

Even if there were such a thing as the impossibility-factor,
a man working to get-to-the-bottom-of-things would ignore it.
   (“Well, he would have to now, wouldn’t he!?”)

Never underestimate the opposite of what you're estimating.
(Believe it or suck-a-knot, but on one world, as a rule they don't even estimate the opposite at all.)

A father read to his family a note he found in their mailbox:
“There is some hope for a man who cannot read his own handwriting;
exactly what this hope is, is yet to be legibly defined.”

In the neural classroom is it the teacher who is to reform the student or the other way around?
   (“Are we talking about an ordinary neural classroom, or the rebel’s?”)
If it weren’t for there being an opposite end to every stick,
the outlier child would not have a stick to initially play with and examine,
which is necessary for him to later understand the functional nature OF the stick  –
and thus free himself from the illusory, second-reality schoolhouse-cum-prison.

All of the world’s so-called sacred-writings contain a secret,
but those who read them seriously  --  never get it.

In the theatrical arts men have comedies to highlight the follies of life, and tragedies
to underline its uncertainties....there must be a third....but what might it be?  –  what would it be called. and what facet of human existence might it emphasize?
   (Even Pluney The Minor noted: “If Zeus only wanted us to only count to two,
     why did he give us three fingers on each hand!?”)