Now another episode in the continuing day-time (and around the clock) drama:
“Life In Blabberville.”
We find our hero, lost in deep reflection:
“Can the alleged ultimate triumph-of-talk be trumped by mechanical taciturnity?”
Be sure and tune in tomorrow....when something else will occur....surely.

After a somewhat unpleasant byplay on a somehow less than scintillating day,
a father said to a son:
“Okay then – if thinking’s no fun –  stop it.       Satisfied?!”

Only a few men ever realize what the words they speak and the thoughts they think
are indicative of;
ordinary men believe they are indicative of the subjects being spoken of
and thought about.                             (Poor saps).

One man called a press conference at which he announced that he was now the target of his own federal investigation.
   (No reporters showed up, and he threw in the “federal” part just to make it sound good,
    and afterwards, he put out punch and some nice little sandwiches.)

One guy snarled to his mind: “You can't bribe me,” to which it replied:
“I don’t have to.”

Noted a father to a son:
“The activities other people pursue that you find stupid are just their hobbies
to keep from being mentally bored to death.”
   “Why don’t they just take up actual thinking?” –
and the elder gave the “you-got-me” shrug.

Reading from the list began:
”Which would you prefer:
To serve God?”
   “Keep going.”
“Serve the King?”
   “Keep going.”
“Serve your country?”
   “Keep going.”
“Serve your community?”
   “Keep going.”
“Serve a political ideal?”
   “Keep going.”
Moral (aka: “All out for Barstow!”): If you keep going  –  you can't go wrong.

Medical Fact.
People under the constant threat of lapsing into a coma appreciate fast service.

To a son said a father:
“In the city, the syrup on the sundae,
the icing on the cake,
the cherry on top of a thing is in the criticism thereof,” and the kid lost his appetite.

In the realm of the mental-only-reality, the man-who-knows has no wants that
conflict with those of others.

When he heard ordinary people talk, one man couldn’t help but continually muse:
“They're either not saying what they really think, or else they don’t really think.”

What is a thing separate from what it does?
Nouns without actions to push them along are useless,
just as: What good is the Universe without Life....or Life without man....
or man without consciousness?

Ideas with the highest value in the city are those which seem the most conclusive;
fact: no second-reality ideas are ever final....
finality in that area of the mind equals the junk heap.

After hearing of new specialized positions in the professions,
such as people who are not lawyers, but a “paralegals,”
or someone who is not a doctor, but a “physician's assistant,”
one guy decided that his new ambition is to become a para-person.

So mulled a man:
“If everything is an indication of everything else,
then what is nothing an indication of?   Surely something equally significant?”

After hearing his progeny whine about how all of the great inventions and discoveries had already been done, a father offered his encouragement thus:
“But consider all of the grand things that have yet to be done verbally!”
   (A picture that instantly made the lad’s mind ravenously hungry.)

All theories regarding the art-of-sitting are derived from the act of walking.
You can't be dead until alive, nor fully asleep until you dream that you're awake.
(Aka: You are not satisfactorily stupid until you are stupid in every square inch of your thinking.
    [“Well, all you're talking about is ordinary people  –  correct!?”])