02_10_06_Daily_Fresh

Fact Not Normally Talked About.
Revolutionist ideas make most people dizzy;
revolutionist ideas can make anybody dizzy sometimes.
(The real revolutionist however, can enjoy and benefit from such dizziness.
This cannot be readily explained in words – it must be experienced.)

In Re The Overseeing Of City Affairs.
Men with little bitty agendas need only little bitty clipboards.

As second-reality bloomed and civilization boomed,
men’s name tags started becoming larger than they are.
(“Guess you can't spell ordinary progress with a bigger ‘P’ than that.”)

Kyroot’s Theology 105.
Cheap religions talk about gods;
less cheap ones talk about themselves,
and those a bit more advanced talk about how well their followers do in life,
thanks to the religion (and about how financially generous they should be to the religion’s god in appreciation thereof).
And to the graduate students, Prof. Kyroot expanded his comment:
“Ordinary minds could take the conclusion of my last sentence as criticism,
but it is no such: it simply notes the natural course men’s minds take in the process of supernatural hero worship.”
(As they left the classroom, he privately prodded a few of the students not to let this occur in the
activities going on between their various thoughts and neural synapses.)

Amidst sour sips of his shaken martooni,
an ole sorehead leaned poetically on the bar, and hoisting glass high,
sloshingly soliloquized:
“To being alive: those passing interludes between contemplated acts of suicide – L’chayim!”
(Fact: City folk sure can be touchy about just being here.)

In an effort to keep ordinary thoughts off-balance (or on-their-toes…or something)
one man makes them preface everything they are about to say with:
“We have it on good authority…” -- and do it with a straight face!

And the World-Wide, All Human Choir began to sing:
     “If we truly are,
      what we say we are,
      somebody call us a cab   --   QUICK!”

The Guide For City Newcomers advises:
“Unless you pick on others, you'll never get anywhere in this place.”
And this email just in from a reader of the Daily News:
“Exactly what part of my mind is it that you refer to as the ‘city’?”
The part that has you ask such questions of others rather than investigate the matter
for yourself.
Man’s second-reality is a rough-&-tumble realm, and should it ever stop being so –
that whole world would collapse.
(Aka: It’s true: there is no-rest-for-the-weary – [except of course, in the physical first-reality.])

Confides one chap: “What I'm trying to develop is a mind whose slogan might be:
‘A person is a terrible thing to waste’ -- and be referring to ME!”

Only those who don’t understand what’s going on publicly state that
they know what’s going on.
(“Which is part of what it takes to get ahead in the city, no?!”
Perciseamundo.)

Men who believe that Life picks on them, are too dense to recognize it even if Life did.
(“Why doesn’t the Unseen-Justice-Of-It-All run for public office?”)

The government doesn’t look out for the people –
the government looks out for the government.
(And Life for Life, and your thought cells for…. well, you can finish that one for yourself.)

And from the kitchen wafted the crooning of a cook:
    “I was born by city river,
      in a little tent,
      and just like the river,
      I've been polluted ever since…”

Said a young boy to a tree stump:
“My father has taught me to resent anyone smarter than me;
now I find myself unconsciously disliking almost everyone in the world
without having any personal reason for doing so. It is most disturbing.”
(And the stump shed a few drops of sap.)

One man thinks of his self as: “Neural Hog Butcher To The Stars” –
with him being the brightest one in the firmament.
Another guy has started a fat-farm up north -- north of his neck.
And as they like to say in the city: “A man who won't take his self seriously,
won't take anything seriously. Ha-RUMPH!”)