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THE ONLY INDEPENDENCE IS
MENTAL INDEPENDENCE
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UnStories For The UnShackled
FEBRUARY 5, 2006                                                               © 2006 JAN COX






One day whilst privately conversing with his self a man noted:
“I may not be a genius, but at least I'm not a pinhead.”
    “But if (as you admit) you're not all that intellectually acute,
     how can you know that for sure?”
“Well thanks for making my day!”



One man’s regular mind said to his real thinking:

“I don’t need you when I'm right,” which caused the latter to muse:
“This is going to entail more work than I originally imagined.”



Some times one man doesn’t mean what he says,
and some times he does,
and some times he is awake,
and some times he's not;
can you guess how the two may coincide?



There was a pianist whose basic working unit consisted of him and a bassist,

but when the gig could afford it, he would insist on adding a drummer, explaining:
“Since rhythm is the root of all music, how can you not have a percussionist
when one is available?!” –  and when the venue could not bear the additional cost, he would say to to his self: “Since rhythm is so elemental to music,
the listener’s own bodies will supply the absent drummer.”
After hearing him say this, and pondering the matter at some length, the pianist’s mind felt certain there was a slippery allegorical lesson in there somewhere.



A would-be neural rebel asked his self:

“Has working to awaken made you any smarter?” –  and his other he replied:
“Hey, don’t be asking me hard questions like that!”



The ultimate act of posturing is defending yourself against unfair criticism.



You present testimonials when you have no proof.

   (By the by: there is no proof for any intangible matter.)



Note:
All criticism of a normal person is unfair.



Said a father to a son:

“The observations of a pinhead require no response  –   they are their own.”



Ponder this: why are men only interested in quoting serious comments,

memorizing stern speeches, and repeating serious poetry,
and not in doing so regarding the humorous?



One reason that a man-who-knows is never particularly popular is that

he doesn’t have it in for anyone.



Predicting the second-reality is problematic, the first 
--  outright foolish.



On a son’s nineteenth birthday a father said to him:
“There are some features of life that everyone must simply accept,
(except for the one rejected by members of our family).”

 



Waiting several hours to
seek medical attention for his severed leg caused one man to waste much blood,
“But not as much as I did for the years I allowed my neurons to work as they inherently wanted to.”   

   (Priorities my friend  –  priorities.)



Revisit To A Previous Story.
On a son’s nineteenth birthday a father said to him:
“There are some features of life that everyone must simply accept
(except for the one rejected by members of our family).”
   “And I expect it is the one of paramount importance to us?!”
“No question about it.”



Another advantage that making movies has over living your life is that in the former, when you run out of emotionally charged scenes in the script,
you can go immediately to shooting in very dark conditions.



After hearing the side effects of a medication described as:

“Dizziness, blurred vision and disorientation,” a man thought:
“Well, that explains it! –  someone is giving me drugs at night while I'm asleep.”



This fax just in from a reader:

“Something bothered me all last night: in yesterday's News you reported an item
that said: 'Life can absorb a lotta crap'  --  were you referring to me?!”



One chap so defines guilt: “Guilt is the too-tight cotton under shorts I wear

during the week, but replace with sexy silk ones on the weekend.
   (Then of course back to the mundanies on Monday.”)



Second-Reality Verbally Revealed Yet Again.

Since you can't actually live in it, there is no way to mistreat the Gingerbread House.

“Hey,” said one of the King’s messengers, “don’t blame me –  the truth IS obnoxious.”



A lad asked his dad:

“Must I think what everyone else is thinking?”
    “You make an initial error in your question in that it treats what occurs in
      ordinary men’s minds as their thinking;
      their consciousness acts as a mechanical medium for the thoughts which Life
      wants them to experience, so: yes, you must (quote)think’ what everyone else does
      IF you want to be part of normal  humanity.”
(Alternative Ending:
“You know of course, that was not what I was asking.”
    “Yes, but just answering, ‘No’ wouldn’t have given me a chance to speak at length.”



In the city, men concocted the concept of one-way-streets to compensate for the fact that they all seemed to be so anyway.

   (“Well I'll be damned if I'll have my ass kicked by a mermaid without at least
      retaliating to the extent of putting a name on the creature.”
      There you have second-reality’s eternal, desperation-swipe.)



Kyroot’s Fairy Tale For The Day.

There was once a man whose thinking was SO original that
no one could even tell he existed.
The End.
 
 

J
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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