A man who holds the ideas from other minds in paramount esteem,
has had a mental hysterectomy without ever going into surgery.
   (“Pa pa, is being a neural-revolutionist anything like painting-yourself-into-a-corner?”
         “You could say that, but with the additional note that
           the rebel brings his own corner with him.”

As he sat staring at the ground, one ole sorehead finally spat and said:
“Talking about life has got the be the piss-poorest hobby possible for a man -- (spit), ‘cept may for livin’ it.”

From Kyroot’s Unrecorded Histories Of Biology.
Men got the idea for making rude noises with their body
from their mind’s having come up with the concept of advice.

A chap pondered: “If men could only talk about what they understand,
would that then cause them to understand what’s going on  –
or would it just force them to shut up?”

Someone sent this email:
“It seems to me that an ordinary man could be driven insane by
your ideas of a so-called ‘neural-revolution.’
Yours,” etc.
   Sir: In the Land Of Fudd, Elmer will always be king.

Laughing so hard he had to hold his ankles, one man said:
“I don’t know which is the funniest, the word freedom, or seriousness!”
(Footnote: The Lord says he doesn’t know which he loves the most:
A cheery prisoner, or a jolly dunce.)

Arts Calendar Reminder:
The All-Encompassing DNA Choir will be appearing in a location near you soon,
 (if not nearer).
   (“I have  got no real quarrel with my genes  –  if they'd just stay out of my thinking.”)

Even though his gender would seem to forbid it,
one man says he truly feels like he is going through mental menopause.

Conversation.
“A good salesman will say anything to make the sale.”
    “Are you really talking about salesmen -- or about man’s ordinary mind?”

Only those who can do it, understand what the term “real-thinking” means.

When you stop the effort required to think beyond the automatic mode,
you cease, from the certain-man's perspective, to be a man.

Famous Folk Songs Revisited.
As he pointed to the automatic part of his consciousness, one man sang to Life:
    “This mind is your mind,
       it sure ain't my mind…”

Although it wouldn’t wash in a Maytag of rationality,
one man, while pondering what a dog would think if it could think,
seemed pushed to this conclusion: “It would surely think:
‘Why haven’t I been able to think before now?’”

For reasons he did not reveal, one chap submits the following:
“If you let ‘em ever give you an award  –  you become as dumb as they are.

Under the laws of second-reality gravity, all words weigh roughly the same,
but men are made to pretend otherwise.

Bringing Veracity To Broadway Melodies.
    “The hills are alive
      with the sound of dirt…”

There are the beginnings to two fairly commonly seen headlines that one guy truly adores:
from the movie section of the paper:
“The Critics Are Unanimous In Their….”
and from Psychiatric Journals:
“While We Are Somewhat Disappointed In Our Success Rate Regarding….”
     (He whispers that they both somehow feel so apropos to his own mental life.)

Not thinking outside the normal automatic mode is the source of all human uncertainty.

While it’s not surprising to find that, under their greasepaint, professional clowns are commonly quite serious people, what is curious is that you do not find more everyday serious people decked out as clowns.
    (“Seems to me that things should be better arranged so that you don’t need
       a scorecard and team jerseys to tell what’s going on in the game.”

One guy won't take “a lot of crap” (his words) –
oh! --  he'll take some  –  even more than he'll admit  --  but still:
he won't  --  take a lot.
    (It’s called: “Living under normal mental conditions and being able to rationalize it.”)