Offers one chap:
“It seems to me that we can now wrap up the entire city view of things thus:
‘We can change nothing until we get to the root cause of ‘___________’
and you can fill in the blank with any so-called problem of your choosing.
‘Tis sweet how insightful this sounds on the surface  --
yet what depths of unwitting denseness it actually reveals.              Sweet.”

One man hijacked his car, put a gun to his head and forced him to drive to an ATM (Automatic-Thinking Mutilator) where he cleaned out his old mechanical account.

If you are interested in proving that someone else’s ideas are either correct
or fallacious  –  you aren't interested in really thinking;
you're not even close to realizing what it is.

A certain introspective psychiatrist-cumulative-philosopher says that what he
likes best about treating his self is that he doesn’t seem to ever get any better.

After conducting a full survey of his intangible self, one man announced:
“I do not know whether the responsibility for all of this falls on nature or nurture,
but I can tell you this  --  somebody’s gonna pay!”

Religious and political struggles aren't actually over rituals or beliefs,
but for control of words, and thus specific areas of men’s nervous-system.

“All I ask of my mind,” says one man, “is that it operate with all possible intelligence, and always in my best interest  –  is that asking too much!?” –
and his regular mind muttered: “Yes.”

One man treated dogs so much like conscious creatures that his wife wondered
if some day he might do the same with people.

If you think about what the collective thinks about,
your individual neurons have the fleet footedness of overweight heifers,
distractedly stumbling along, shoulder to shoulder with
six billion other mental bovines.

Inside his breakfast roll, one chap found this message:
“No man’s ideas can be proven wrong as long as he has an empty hole to throw dirt in.
(FYI: Everyone comes into this life bearing an empty hole.)

One guy defines religion as: “Science for sissies.”
Those who attempt to seriously describe second-reality matters are like men who
carry a snake bite kit with them.............................and also a snake.
(Now that guy says he has another definition appropriate for the occasion:
“The air in a balloon: The sensation of life's seriousness.”)

A contractor (whose side activity was working to awaken)
one day, in the middle of a job, suddenly thought:
“The purpose of the neural-revolution is to put undue strain on the walls of
your old homestead.”
Later that afternoon it further struck him:
“The entirety of this inner-uprising can be seen as a living example of undueness:
in that it is always excessive, eternally inappropriate, and forever unnecessary.”
He did a little dance step as he walked away singing:
“Unduly me mama, eight to the bar.”

More About Life In The City.
The weak must take sides   --   just to survive; forget about any actual commitment to
a side, the weak must take some side just for a shot at surviving.
The verbally strong seem to create their own “side” (that is):
an idea by which they can be publicly identified.
(This also suggests that in man’s second-reality, the weakest & dumbest ideas
take center stage.)
    (“Phew!  That can explain more than I was prepared for!”)

Just as a private joke with his self, one man said the following to his self:
“The difference between everyone else in the world living in a dream,
and the neural-revolutionist doing so, is like the difference between pseudo men
saying that men suffer over having sex outside their present relationship, and the fact that the only suffering real men experience in this situation is being caught at it.”

Chuckles one chap: “The neat thing about having a little teeny mind is that
                                      it then seems to you
                                      like everyone else does too.”

A city artist is one who tells everyone there: “Screw you!”
A rebel artist is one who does so without anyone knowing it.
Notes a neighborhood painter: “One nice feature of city life is that here,
you can be bizarre and bonkers and still be found acceptable.   After all,”
he then muttered under his breath, “what objective standard do they have here
by which to judge you!    It’s great!”
(And a plethora of gods throughout man’s history softly added their concurrence:
“Hey –  tell us about it!”)

Homo sapiens Leads The List Again.
Rocks have no problems,
animals and plants, but one;
only man has multiples.