One most profitable method to realize the uncommon goal of the few is to
not fix your attention on the subject you wish to investigate, but rather expand
your intellectual awareness & curiosity to the setting in which the subject exists.
   (Aka: Don’t focus on the central figure in a photograph, but  on the background).

An ole sorehead was ranting one day to his son:
“I get a special thrill over the stupidity of humanity when it manifests itself in
the futility of one of their grand efforts  –  take mathematics for example:
men attempting to develop a true objective language, one free of all human bias
and prejudice, and look what good’s it done them  –  hah!  –  know what I mean?”
   “Seven,” replied the kid.

One man discovered that for any new term popular in the ordinary world
(such as: “Hostile work environment”  --  “Constant threat of religious fundamentalists”  --
"Major paradigm shift," etc.) he could find a counterpart in his own mind.

The spiritual leader of a cult one day accidentally cut off one of his fingers
and to preserve his ipse dixit reputation for extraordinary awareness,
told his followers that it was simply a result of a certain mystical ritual to which
they were not privy.
The next time the group met, many of the faithful were now missing a finger,
whilst others (who actually had some potential to awaken) were simply missing.

The Famous Tritainium Quintuplets were one day discussing their individual views
of which of man’s technological achievements have been of most benefit,
and the first one said: “Without any doubt it is the field of electronics,”
and the second one added: “More specifically, I would say, the invention of television,”
to which the third countered: “I agree, but the ultimate in this area would have to be
the development of color television,” and the fourth said: “I must disagree,
it would most definitely be the remote control,” then the fifth had his say:
“Nope, nice tries all, but at the top of the list would be the mute button.”

For years has one man toiled over his grand epic poem centered on the theme:
“Things I once did see  –  I gradually see no more.”
    (Which incidentally refers not to his growing blindness, but to his growing up.)

A contrarian denies what others say, and he won't do what they recommend;
a nervous-system-rebel is not a contrarian,
to be a contrarian you have to take what others say seriously.

‘Tis being vigorously debated in some quarters whether or not lowered cholesterol prevents proverbs.

Forget swimsuit issues and free beer night, men find the ultimate resplendence –
the supreme beauty to be not any object, but the intangible enchantress  –  habit!  –  comfortable, familiar and effortless habit.
(This is why 99.99999% of the world’s population is well satisfied to live in their
present mental condition.)
One man has started a petition that says:
“People who want to wake-up (as they call it) are at the very least, just a wee bit crazy
to take on all that needless exertion.........................................................aren’t they!?”

A reading from the book:
“A Child’s Garden Of Verse For The Extremely Unruly Child:
    I have a little friend who thinks for me;
    I have a little friend who speaks for me;
    I have a little friend who is not really my friend at all, but who is me! 
    ?Ha ha  – but seriously folks....”

On one world, a new game has captured everyone’s attention:
“Quell The Disturbances,” which has stunted all progress there.
    (Would it make more sense to know that the world in question is man’s second-reality?!)

In a pre-emptive defensive maneuver, all the people in one paradisiacal Garden assumed the same name so that if and when the god overseeing things there
wanted to call out to one of them individually, he'd have his hands full.

Everybody wants to show off, but it is a burden on everyone else to take the time
to pretend that they are impressed.

Loss of potency and stiffening joints have turned more men into metaphysical poets than all the spiritual teachings ever espoused.
    You can gnaw on it now –  or nibble on it later.
   (But keep in mind: Talk is time.)

To meet the requirements of being a “real revolutionist,”
a person must have almost no ordinary psychological inner-life.

Many say that pleasing the gods comes only through acts you commit, while others insist it is achieved solely by what you believe in your heart, and god bless ‘em!  –  they're both just as cute as can be.

Information arrives from all directions, and hints come in from all corners,
the question is: Who is there where you should be to take delivery?
(One guy’s private byword: “Why be a goober if it costs no more not to be!?
Okay!  –  even if it does cost more: how can you go with the former even knowing that the latter is a possibility!?  –  HOW!?”                         There, there sir.)

It’s difficult to frighten people on a red planet by shouting: “Vermillion!  –  Vermillion!”
    (“Pa pa, when I grow up can I not shout?”
            “Or better yet: Pay no attention to those who do shout?”)

Men can witness cities under siege,
hear mobs at the gate,
even see crowned heads roll,
but there remains a revolution unknown to ordinary men.
Part of the rebel’s training: “Skin and smoke the obvious as soon as possible  –