In an out-of or never-in-print Emergency Medical Handbook,
instructions for what one who has been struggling for enlightenment, who finds his self
lying in a ditch after an accident of some neural sort, should at all costs remember:
the longer you go without a bath  --  the less you will ultimately need one.

Conversation.
“How can you always spot the ordinary in a crowd?”
    “They're the cows who expect the herd to do more for them than they will or can ever do for themselves.”
“But that is what being ordinary is all about, correct!?”
    “That’s why the ordinary collect into crowds.”
Corollary: Institutions are umbrellas to provide just enough shade
to keep routine men from getting severely dumb-burned.

Riffing on the popular spiritual catch phrase: “W.W.J.D.?” one man began asking
his self: “WWIDIIWA? – What would I do if I were awake?”

So stated one urban area:
“Who, my friends, who better to sing the praises of the direct & open
than the twisted & disguised of the city.
Hail! –  great human institutions  –  hail to the grand and needed distractions!”
(If you already suffer severe bee stings, what use have ye for a bear costume?
Timing may not be of the essence  –  but neither is anything else you have a word for.)

In Re The Certain Captivity.
Pondered a chap: “What is the word ‘but’ other than the rattling of the jailer’s keys!?”

One typically aggressive King in a recent interview said that, in a real man’s land,
the definition of “votes” is: Bullets for wusses.
(Upon hearing of this, one citizen made a pledge to his self not to take what was said about bullets and votes and try to apply it to how his mind generally goes about its business of providing thoughts  –  “Leadership is not something to play around with! [Especially the sort in operation amongst your many neurons  – surely].”)

In the city, construction costs for an ordinary home are always at least triple
the original estimate, and maintenance?  –  hey! – you don’t wanna hear about!

It is not correct, as science speculates, that men only use 3%, or 10%, or 40% of
their brain  –  those who make such speculations do not employ enough of their brain
to ever arrive at the correct figure.
   (The Goddess of Justice asks:
    “Do you find it interesting that I am the only ancient deity still surviving!?”)

By civilized, city standards:
A wise man is one who thinks what those before him have thought;
in the normal human herd is no place for a definition of a man who can actually think something new on his own (ergo the feeble attempts such as: enlightened, awake, liberated, etc).

One of the biggest laughs that words have at men’s expenses is the cherished maxim they slipped in on him: “Men started words and men can stop them.”
   (You wouldn’t believe how they roll in the floor whenever they hear humans seriously
    passing about this silly assertion.)

One man has been trying to find a way to tell all those around him that every time
he speaks, he means more than he ever gets into the words  –  but alas:
everyone else beat him to it.

Diagnostic Update.
A brooding revolution is a revolution with a bad cough.

As he lay in bed one night, about to go to sleep, a man mused:
“Memories are like little doors in my mind to be continually opened and enjoyed”  –  then suddenly sat upright and yelled: “Quick!  –  somebody go hide the keys!”

Dialogue.
“Does reality always ultimately determine thinking?”
    “It depends on which part of reality in which you live/think.”

On annual City Day,
one city (in tribute both to itself and its inhabitants) so declared:
“Let us, good citizens:
worship the dead,
re-write history,
submit to our leaders,
exemplify sequence and stability, and above all,
think as do our neighbors;
all-in-all, dear people  –  let us be ordinary.”

In the normal course of second-reality affairs, human thinking is the only operation that can be apparently malfunctioning and yet be functioning.
(Undervalue words’ part in this at the risk of them guffawing at you even more than they do already.)

Though they never talk about, and manage not to think about it,
continually do those living in the city suddenly have the feeling  –
no matter where they are, or what they are doing:
“This sure does seem familiar....?!?”

When the bus reached the last stop, a man noted as he decoached:
“It seems to me that the actual basis of all religion is attempted-bribery,”
which moved the driver to again consider how the workings and purposes of man’s external institutions are precisely reflected in the goings-on in an individual’s mind.
   (This known only to the few men who have enough going on in their mind to make it individual.)
Being a sheep makes you naturally want the warmth of your fellow sheep;
being born a nervous-system-rebel gives you a quite different appetite.

That special area of one man’s mind (just for fun) periodically does a satire of
the tag line to a certain company’s commercial: