If you wanted to offer some spiritual support for second-reality it could be:
Words giveth and words taketh away –  except! –  once they have given,
they can never be totally taken away.
No matter what the normal citizen may do, once garbage has been delivered to
his house, it can never be completely removed.

Espionage At New Heights.
Having intimate knowledge of how quickly he folds in the face of pressure,
one man tried to sell this information to local conditions.

The relationship between an individual man’s mind and the thoughts Life normally provides to collective humanity is like that of a young child leading a rhinoceros on a leash:
“Once I find out where he wants to go, that’s where I take him.”

Even though he had no interest in notions of political intrigue, one man,
when he looked into the workings of his customary mind, couldn’t help but
repeat to his self the well-known assertion: “It’s a vast conspiracy.”

Conversation.
“A man holding a grudge, has a busted hudge.”
    “What’s a hudge?  I think I get the gist of the sentence (other than for that word)?”
“So what else do you want!?”

The outlier's mental activity could be described as:
Undirected thought  --  under control.

Only the sleeping speak of fairness.

Dialogue.
“Pa pa, are all words garbage?”
    “Not words  –  their sequence.”

Being critical helps an ordinary man compensate for his mediocrity.

Said a young lad to an uncle who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness:
“I expect this daunting knowledge has at least given you some extraordinary new insights,” to which the elder replied:
“Within a couple of minutes after receiving the news, that exact same thought
came to my mind, but after several months had passed, it gradually came to me
that only people of routine consciousness, when faced with a situation such as mine, will claim that it ‘changed-their-outlook-on-life’  –   what it did in my case was
remind me that only those wanting to awaken will ever do so,
regardless of the events in their lives.”

Once ordinary people start talking they seldom recognize the advantageous place
at which to stop.
Not knowing when to shut up is a key ingredient to being a good second-reality citizen,
a city team-player.

A reader writes:
“Dear Sir: Now that I believe I understand what you mean by the terms:
‘first & second reality,’ I find that the first one scares me to death,
and the second one bewilders me;
Question: If I continue on, will this change?
Sincerely,” etc.
Dear Sincerely: If you press on with this  –  everything changes.

Shaken! were the very foundations of one civilization when it was revealed that the author of their authoritative spiritual text (“Dream Interpretations”) never sleeps.
   (“So how could he know anything about them!  When I want information about
      blood-sucking insects, I want it by god from a hound that HAS ticks!”
      Aka: “Nobody’s fit to tell me to ‘Go-to-hell’ if they're not going there too!”)

There is no explaining why you like the people you do
any more than there is your enjoyment of a rose’s aroma.

The immediate need of everyone who wants to awaken is a reliable alarm system: some try to establish an external one (e.g., that hearing the sound of water,
or seeing the sky, will remind them of their aim to be totally aware of the moment);
others try to set up an arrangement within their own mind (that the appearance of
a certain type of thought will be their reminder).
The continuing need of those truly wishing to awaken is a reliable alarm system.
Question: what are you doing about it?
    (A perhaps semi-humorous side note: one chap’s attempts included the wearing of allegorical jockey shorts
     with a joy buzzer sewn in.)

'Tis common for the sleeping to believe the awake are naïve;
the awakened’s view of the sleeping (on the other hand) is not based on opinion.

A visitor from another world commented: “For the life of me what I cannot understand about earthlings is how they accept the use of clichés as evidence of insight,”
and the driver of his space taxi added his three cents worth: “But why stop there:
what about how they take what they call ‘thinking’ to actually be thinking,”
an observation that made them both shake their double heads.
   (But tell us: what can be done with a duck who refers to his swimming as flying?!)

Once a nervous-system-revolutionist has his mind up to full running speed,
his personal history then becomes no more than an indifferent shrug-of-the-shoulders.