On one world, there are three levels of threat alerts:
The lowest is represented by the cry:
“Stand back! – here comes the gods and they are hungry,”
the second most severe is:
“Watch out!  –  the gods are on the way and they are horny,”
and the highest level of danger is present when you hear the shout:
“Run for your life!  –  the gods are curious again!”

In his wine, even the most even-handed of rulers can become dangerous;
but why worry about the drinking habits of potential tyrants when the worst has
already occurred  –   yeah, that’s right: in your own consciousness.

Frequently, one man sends his self an unsigned email that says:
“Ignore the previous days of your life.”

In a sequential world (which is what ordinary men perceive themselves inhabiting)
the sad news is: Those shot first  –   bleed first.

Before they fully understand-what's-going-on, many people get really tight-assed thinking about the possibility that some shmuck they've met who doesn’t seem all that different from them, might be awake.

Anyone who tries to hint to you that they are more aware than you, is not awake.

There are those who cry over beauty,
and there are those who cry over tragedy,
   (oh yeah, and there’re a few others too).

One guy has found something new to puzzle over:
”Why, in a 3-D reality, does space have no room to move around,
and time always seems out of sync?”

Message found on a bathroom wall in a city restaurant:
“Things are not as bad as you believe or else you wouldn’t be in here.”
   (There is surely a furtive scribe somewhere, flushed with pride.)

The beauty of a thing passes,
as your need for it lapses.

After reading an article on the editing of dictionaries, one man is now severely peeved: “Why do one or two men get to decide the right way for all of us to spell
and pronounce our words  –  how the hell did they get such authority!?”
   (Another guy has found something else to puzzle over:
    “In man's mental-only reality, how does anything ever get started?”)

A son asked a father:
“Why have I never heard you say that you're awake?”
    “Eight.”

A man who suffered continual stomach distress discovered he could cure it
simply by not eating.
   (“May I presume you speak not of physical stomachs and food!?”)

What is strange ‘til said it is so?

Since how you feel dictates what you think, if you allow the thoughts that automatically appear in your mind to pass by unfazed, so too will your feelings, and you will never get to the bottom of things.
   (Note: There was once a school dedicated to achieving enlightenment who called itself:
                “Let There Be Faze.”)

After hearing someone say that the mind trying to examine itself is like an
unusually tall person standing on a chair so he can reach high enough to comb his hair, one man thought: “So!? – where else would he stand.”

Nominated for the Ole Sorehead Of The Week award is the gent who yesterday said: “While waiting for my ship-to-come-in  –  somebody stole the ocean!”
   (One of his caliber may not pass this way again [or if you prefer, instead of “may not,”
     you may substitute, “I hope not.”])

Don’t forget boys & girls, stupidity in others is simply non-thinking in you.

You are truly part of the Revolution when you realize you have started something
that you can never finish.

Conversation.
“I've never heard you engage in verbal combat?”
    “There’s nothing in words worth fighting over.”

Supposedly, the name of one of the early attempts to awaken-from-the-dream was:
“Up to now my friends  –  only up to now.”

A city warrior’s cry in the land of man’s second-reality:
“At the first sign of success  –  RETREAT!”
   (Who but cows and ordinary minds do not find it curious to live in a place where
     success in any affair spells its doom?)

Imaginary candy satisfies all the little kiddies in the city.

At one of those slap-dash “God Conventions” which periodically pop up here and there, one of them stood and said: “May I make a suggestion?”  –  and another called out:
“Is that anything like a criticism?”  –  and the first one scratched his head, and said: “Well…I guess you could say that,”  –   and instantly! –  all that was heard in the hall was the sound of seven hundred guns being drawn.