Seeking The Passage To Valhalla .
There are two types of travel agents:
those who've never been anywhere,
and those who have.
P.S. Only one of the two solicits customers.
Moral with an oblique twist: The neural-revolutionist, unlike the civilian population,
doesn’t go in search of specious advice.

Another Example Of How Tricky A Matter It Is
To Make Absolute Judgments In Second-Reality Affairs.
A man sent the following letter to the TV pitchman for a certain
“Get Rich In Your Spare Time At Home” scheme:
“Dear Sir: By following your method I have gone bankrupt and lost everything I had,
but I have enjoyed one of the side benefits you promised:
I am no longer concerned about my credit card debt.”
(A spokesman for the post office (having somehow accidentally read the communiqué) cautions the public not to assume that this story also concerns a man’s mind
and the thoughts which are broadcast there and tempt him to buy into....)

Whenever it was time for fun, this one guy would get excited;
and whenever he wanted to get excited, this  guy would think it was time for fun.
Moral(maybe): It may be possible to hold-a-good-man-down,
                       but when it’s all over and done, all you say is:
                       “I held a good man down.”
Über Moral: There is no moral to real fun.

Another of: Kyroot’s Inspirational Fables For The Inspirationally Impaired.
On one world, during their annual festival, a little lad wrote a note to their local-god, gift-giver and all-around-great-guy:
“I am now eleven years old, so this year, can I trade in my mind for a microwave?”
And a man (who has not been feeling all that hot, off and on now for the last forty years or so) read this and muttered:
“If that’s inspirational, I’ll sit in soup & piss on a presbyterian.”
And Kyroot (always pleased to play the part of kindly ole priest) homilized the crowd:
“The Lord loves a cheerful complainer.”

Mused a man after reading a book concerning the problems local environments experience with the introduction of alien species: “The swampy area of my mind must be an ideal place for the breeding of infectious mental parasites.”

Definition Time.
Religion: Humanity’s most serious form of entertainment.
(Okay, one more.)
Humanity: Humans’ most serious form of humor.

This email today arrived:
“Sir: I have been reading your Daily News and mostly enjoying same,
but I do disagree with your assessment of how important words are in the life of man.
(Something [?] seemed to compel me to write and say this.)
Sincerely,” etc.

Conversation.
“There’s nothing more important than breakfast.”
   “How about: Staying in bed so late that you sleep right through breakfast?”
“Well sure  -- that.”

One man says an appropriate word to describe his original thinking vis-à-vis his normal, would be: lethal, inasmuch as it destroys everything that went before it.

One guy is ultra envious of how the television networks run their operations:
“I only wish I could fill up eight minutes of every hour of my life with
promos for upcoming episodes of my life.”

Noted one ole sorehead:
“One nice feature of being alive is that you know you're gonna die.”

The Law Of The Land: The Code Of The City.
After the age of fifty, if the older you get, the more critical & pissed you don’t get  –  you don’t be normal.

The favorite ad of one man:
“Have you been in a serious accident?
Would you like to be?”
   (He says he fears to know who is its sponsor.)

Dialogue.
“There’s no accounting for croc attacks.”
     “Only a non gator would say that,” replied a crocodile.
Man would not continue in his struggle to define human behavior,
in spite of how imprecise and speculative have proven all his attempts,
if he were not a perfectly normal species.

Another Distinction.
Normal people speak of the suffering that comes from heartbreak,
while the neural-rebel finds a more serious type to come from heart burn.

With the warmest of feelings, cooed a man to his self:
“What have I ever done to deserve the likes of me?!”

Each man is born part of a home team and wearing a numbered jersey;
the number, however, is so initially faint that everyone can semi-seriously say:
“I do not have a number,” and ergo go on with the playing of the game.

Quite passionately does one man want to be an actor!  –  his explanation?
“So I can get paid for trying to look sincere.”
     (“Receiving shekels for the emotional grunties is some kinda sweet work!” he adds.)

Relief In Second-Reality Is Where You Can Find It.
Many a man’s secret sigh:
“Well, I may be down-and-out  --   but at least I'm not just down.”