A film company was planning to do a movie about the life of one man who had achieved-enlightenment  –  but eventually abandoned the idea when they gradually realized how boring it would appear to outside observation.

Says one man: “If people who seem to be smiling all the time annoy you,
you might as  well know: they’re smiling at your being annoyed.”

Those sensitive to being disrespected have a lot to be sensitive about.

One man says: “What goes on in my mind is like a strange video game  –
not through imitation – it was like that before video games were even invented.”

According to a travel brochure:
“Elephants are a common form of transportation in Rondastaan and provide an excellent way of touring the state parks, and the King’s thinking.”

Regarding Hope.
The only ones hopeless are those who don’t realize their position (even if it is hopeless).

One guy says:
”I think I am starting to see how it goes:
If you're a person, institution or country that cannot get the job done, what you do is start vociferously reminding everyone of your advanced age and glorious past history.”
And in an unrelated comment another chap offers:
The way I see it is that either the second-reality is nobody’s fool – or:
the second-reality is everybody’s fool  –  or:
everybody is the fool of second-reality.”
(That’s just the way I see it              fool that I am.”)

In Re Those Who Pay Proper Respect To Language.
When a man was asked how he felt after extensive lung surgery, and he responded: “Like I've been hit by a truck,” a passing philosopher stopped and challenged him: “How can you say that  –  have you ever been hit by a truck?!”  “Yes,” he replied to the surprised logistician, “Suspecting that someday I would want to make this statement, some years ago I stood in a highway and let a truck slam into me.”
    (What’s to be said after that.)

Once while the body was pursuing its own goals, the feeling-neglected mind said:
“Hey –  don’t do me any favors,” to which the physique replied:
“Just by my continued survival  –  how can I not!?”
And a man overhearing this said to his self: “Will neurons ever learn to not try to
get the best of hormones……wait, way better still: will neurons ever learn TO get the better of hormones?         (then I could cure my diabetes and drop forty pounds).”

Conversation.
“You are it.”
    “Do you mean everything?  –  for instance: am I god?”
“You are everything that your mind can name.”
....Ten minutes later the first speaker spoke again:
“Try it like this: Everything intangible that your mind thinks of IS your mind  –  ergo: You are it  –  everything (everything man calls spiritual, political, philosophical, etc.).”

One Unconventional Travel Agent’s Tip Of The Day.
Always keep your journeys super alert so as to ward off the approach of destinations.
When it comes to the road, the true willie of awakening is not ON-it-again,
but is on it eternally.

Saying that you are inspired by the life of some other person saves much energy
(such as that required to actually think for yourself.)
  (And the History Lobby mutters: “We never did like that neural-revolution thing.”)

A few men can ask good questions and a few good men can answer them,
and at optimum times  --  they're one and the same.
And this unrelated news item just in: Though it’s not fair and it doesn’t matter,
the morons at the party are always the last to be served cake.

Insists one guy: “You can't hold ME responsible  –
I only live on one small part of this planet and in but a very tiny area of my mind.”

Only morons don’t realize that everything is related.

Before they die, the weak have heroes;
daily do the weak perish.
   (The suspicion with some is that, in the cemetery, everyone finally becomes their own role model.)
A rebel painter notes: “On my palette I do not find the color, adoration.”
   Who do the dead have to look up to?
In the city, to be forgotten  –  bad information accept;
there to be remembered  –  bad information give.
A seditious composer confides: “In the music I hear, there is no dissonance.”
   Who do the dead have to disagree with?

Regarding Hope: Part 2.
Only the unoriginal are hopeless.

And just west of the pia mater pecos an uncommon cowpoke mused:
“The herd by nature is programmed to follow the biggest bull,  even if he be
completely unreflective, in preference to a smaller contemplative one.”
   (And all the proper cows charging by shouted: “It works for us!”)