An ad for that extraordinary hoofer, Human Thought says:
“Keep your eyes on the feet!  –  only two feet  –  yet,
tapping out complex rhythms that should require four or more;
watch those feet and see if something startling doesn’t eventually strike you
regarding the sight you've been employing to watch them.”
Does a fly have a thousand eyes?  –   or a thousand things it needs to see?  –
does not one awake man have more ears than a whole herd of cows?
A fish unaware of water can thus never understand the nature of H2O and ergo itself.
   (“Pa pa, when I grow up can I have an ergo?”)

One man says that spotting wild grizzly bears behind his house somehow reminds him of the internal glimpses he sometimes catches of his self in a non-sleeping condition,     (“Especially when the bears laugh,” he adds).

A chap reflected: “Who can be the more hostile –  a hungry man or a full man?”
His inner twin then injected: “Better still, ponder:
Who can be the more hostile  –  a stupid man or a knowing man?”
Then their triplet nosed in with the observation that the last question was too obvious
to even think about --  to which their quadruplet reacted:
“That’s easy to say  –  when you're not the stupid man.”

One man claims he's being surreptitiously drugged –  by his own local conditions.

The defense of the impotent is always timid.
Even when normal men say they want to hear new music,
they mean as long as it sounds a lot like that old piece they like so much.
The defense of the impotent is always timid -- yet efficient,
particularly in the instance of the human intellect.

Civic Self-Esteem.
Nothing is dearer to the heart of the city than a torpid man – proud of his achievement!

Notes one lay-about in the park:
”In the city, a desperate man can be a happy man  –
it’s only those around him who may have some cause for concern.”

Conflicting Report From The Surgical Wing.
Life, the one known, sure fatal operation, still coos to all under its scalpel:
“There there  –  it’ll be all right.”            (Well, Nurse Perkins said it was conflicting?!?)
    (“Luke, do you ever mull on the fact that only a few men at any given time
       throughout the whole history of man have the needed inner eyesight
       to actually see for themselves that nothing in all of Life is in conflict?”
    “Ah! –  but I must disagree…”
 [In his spare time, Luke often acts as a satirical highlight to his conversational partner's comments,  some of which he enjoys and benefits from more than others.]
   “Paw, is this why it is always acceptable to keep your potentially meaningful
     dialogues inside your own head!?”)
Everything that makes-sense to ordinary minds obviously doesn’t always actually make-sense, while to a mind which has awakened to what is going on with Life, everything makes sense and that’s the end of the discussion.

From The Ole Cowpoke’s Saddlebag Of Rangewise Tips.
Physical suicide is a quick form of verbal self-reference.

Only in city institutions is a man with meaningless credentials preferable to a man
with none.
Corollary: In the second-reality, even outlaws become institutionalized.
   What the city can't handle  –  it swallows,
   and Chef Ralph can eat anything -- since all he eats is his own intangible dishes.

Your Genes Won't Get You Out Of Papua Anymore.
It takes a village of dolts to raise a dolt.
It can't rain on the earth without the earth,
and you can't have consciousness without thoughts
(unless of course you’ve somehow discovered what’s going on).

Inside Tips For Would-Be City Leaders.
When you don’t know what you're talking about  –  talk about yourself,
and when you have no idea what should be done next  –
talk to the people about the gods.

You can make yourself as sick by starving as you can from overeating;
a nervous-system-revolutionist cannot overstarve.
  (“But that’s not what I was asking about!?!”)

As he lounged about the periphery of Life’s mental ballroom, a man delved into
the matching handbook and found this definition: “Conversation: Aural dancing.”

While to ordinary minds, things of the past can seem to return,
for the outlier, things gone can be forever done-with.
   (“God! –  that’s a relief!”
             “Regarding what?”
    “Nothing.”)

A Rainy Day Recreation.
If you take the initials of your name, and of your city and state,
and you fit them into the spelling of the word: “original,”
it will come out saying: “special-fun” --  which, in the rebel’s dictionary,