One city senior citizen says: “In all my years of experience I have never witnessed anything more unwittingly pathetic than ordinary people giving their solemn views on Life.”
He paused, looked off into the distance, then added: “I can only assume that Life
finds this at least a bit entertaining and not totally pathetic.”
Fact: A man who truly thinks always shares part of all of Life’s views.

The Tacit Mental Battle Cry Of Man-The-Collective.
“Caution by the pound  –  art by the ounce.”
    (Cleanly confessed one woolly one: “Placating the flock’s mind is my foremost  goal –
      not my desire to think independently.”)

One guy noticed: “Those with ills so love to point to their ailments,”
and local conditions muttered: “Then all you people should limber up your fingers ‘cause you're in for a helluva workout.”

Definition.
Institutions: Man’s collective attempt to draw permanent destinations on ever-changing maps.

There are two types of city poetry:
that which condemns man’s primary drives,
and that which lauds his secondary activities (in otter words):
Praise a poet  –  reproach a lion.
   (“Not much of a surprise there, huh!?”)

One guy decided to face the facts: “I'm a long shot.”

The Muse Of Wisdom on one world attempted to sue Old Age,
claiming he was taking undue credit.

Subterranean Sociological City News.
Though always performed by those presented as being brave –
ceremonies are for the frightened.

One man’s advice to a son:
“Don’t waste your time asking Life’s permission to do anything.”

A local physician (presently between licenses) contacted us to say that according to
his research the desire for heroes is due to a certain “blood deficiency.”
   (Even a broken cicada is right twice a decade.)

Humor that hurts is not humor  –  you may laugh  –  but it's still not humor.

On the corner where a lot of the ole soreheads hang out, one was heard giving to another his definition of public education: “The institutionalization of any empty hole.”
And of unrelated note: One man is spreading the rumor that the inspiration for all artificial sweeteners was man’s collective thinking.
Later, back on the corner, someone else offered: “Sheep aren't educated  –
they’re fleeced.”

One man’s culinary advice:
 “Always have something on hand.”
      (At least it sounded like he said “culinary”?!?)

How Mind Works.
Says one guy: “If I were ever granted one wish  --  I'd never waste it by using it.”

After hearing a discourser on a downtown street corner declare:
“All famous people who are assassinated  –  wanted to be,” 
the King in one man’s mental land muttered to him:
“Don’t get any smartass ideas.”

A drifting mind is like sheep conversing with puppets.

Inner Fashion Update.
One rebel, well aware of the impact which neural reminiscence has on real thinking, noted: “I can no longer afford the luxury of wearing my old clothes.”

Groused a guy at a neighborhood bar:
“I think that anyone who gets their greatest fun from thinking, is cheating.”

This email just in:
“I enjoy your writings, and bet I'd enjoy them even more if I knew what was going on.
Yours,” etc.

Additional Definition.
Waking-up: The supreme use of the mind.

What is needed to achieve enlightenment in the city is antivenom antivenom.

The best that ordinary minds can do is to try to figure out why things are as they are,
while the nervous-system-rebel tries to figure out the:
“I want to figure out things” mechanism.

Sitting on a cement block behind an okra processing plant,
a chap with his head in his hands had this tale to tell:
He said after reading that every man has within him undiscovered continents
of possibility, and that happy is he who becomes his own inner Columbus,
he undertook such an exploration; but in spite of all historical
and geographical claims to the contrary, he did sail off the edge of his world.
   (Perhaps there really is no accounting for the individual shapes of men’s minds.)

Dr. Kyroot’s Ear Info.
Hormones tick louder than time bombs.

Even when apparently stumbling, second-reality always knows where its headed.
   (And a mortician and empty hole manufacturer nudged one another knowingly.)

One the city’s foremost fathers instructed his son:
“After good character, good reputation, and good intentions, the most important thing
in life is to be SO rich that all that other crap is irrelevant.”

Those full of pride have a lot to be proud about.