If the heat of battle begins to rise and men start to wet their pants,
many are suddenly overcome with the strong desire to step out of the fray
and throw themselves into an intellectual discussion regarding the philosophy-of-warfare.
(Neurons invented diapers; hormones produce something to go in them.)

One Man’s Ode To Activities In The Head.
Technically it is not,
as complex as a blood clot  –
it is your normal THINKING!

As he tried various things to increase his income, the owner of a carnival installed a trick mirror in
The Fun House which made all dickheads look like normal people;
it became a popular attraction, but one day an employee accidentally broke it  --
and then secretly replaced it with an ordinary mirror  –
none who continued to stand before it, ever sensed any difference.
   (“I don’t know which is neater: Life or carnivals!”
          “Wait!  -- you're telling me there’s a difference?!”)

Homily For The Day.
Drained of their blood  –  all men are saints.

One day the city demanded of its inhabitants:
“Who among you would prefer medicine to sweets?” –
and there being no response, again it shouted:
“Who is there among you who would choose medicine over sweets?” – still no reply,
and even louder did it call out the query once more,
and finally a citizen’s voice was heard: “Well, not me, nor anyone I know,
but pray tell: why should we!?” –  to which the city replied:
”I never said that you should                –               I just asked.”
    (And to all you solid urbanites, the moral is surely plain enough.)

Noodles a chap: “Considering the relationship between consciousness
and the thoughts that normally appear to fill it
makes me wonder if the Pacific thanked Balboa for his efforts?”

One man said to local conditions: “Give me the bad news first” –
which staggered them –  and they incredulously replied:
“You gotta be kidding –  right!?”
Drained of their ordinariness  –  ordinary men would go mad
(while just out of sight, the certain-few would go into nervous-system-ecstasy).

The Show Biz Politics Of Institutionalized Attempts At Enlightenment.
Which would you prefer: To have talent and go it alone?  –
or be a schlemiel with a good agent.

To a mind that can really think, the plural of anything is the same as its singular.

A guy who advertises his self as: “The Let’s-Get-Down-To-It Man,”
left these definitions and message on someone’s machine:
“Life: A journey.
Death: A destination  –
so is it surprising that those few men truly working to awaken from man’s
ordinary state of awareness never speak of getting-anywhere?!”
  (Hey –  did he live up to his name or what.
    [And many of the city artists wanted to shout back: “What!” –  but even they were hesitant to deal in
     such hoary juvenile sarcasm.])

In Re Measuring.
The inner revolutionist is his own silent benchmark.

Said a son to a father:
“Will you describe for me again the distinction you draw between what everyone else calls ‘thinking’ and what you refer to as ‘real’ or ‘independent’ thinking?”
    “Certainly: the latter consists only of ideas you have never read or heard.”

What an awakened man finds heroic about being awake
is not at all shared by the ordinary.

And, apparently derived from his own firsthand experience, one guy defines drugs as:
“Neural pigeons with no place to land.”
    (His brother whispers that this also applies to all religious and metaphysical ideas.)

After much brainstorming and experimentation, one man devised an extraordinary, strictly human scientific test   –   which he gave his self   –   and promptly failed.
Question: Do you find anything particularly (shall we say) curious in this news item?

Only the ignorant preach.

The Matter Of Measuring Requantified.
Standing on the bloodied field that separates ignorance & insight,
one warrior says he would prefer to be shot head-on by an up-close cannon
than be wounded by a distant B.B. gun.

Correspondence.
“Dear Dr. Exacto:
Even if he was dead, would a real rebel ever admit it?”
   “Sir: Why do you imagine that such man would ever talk about his self
     in the first place!?”

Neural Financial Advisory from the offices of Kyroot, Kyroot & Lieberoot:
It is only those living between the King's castle and the poorhouse
who must guard their possessions.