The Great Reminder.
Local-conditions reminds civilization;
civilization reminds the local-god;
the local-god reminds the local-king, and the local neural king reminds his self:
“Seriousness!  –  seriousness is always the key!”
Question: From what impossible-to-see spot does Life laugh at all of this?

Over coffee, a father noted to a son:
“The public is always intrigued by men who believe they are ‘on a mission’ –  why?  –  because everyone likes to see people who seem crazier than they fear they are...I'm sorry, I meant to say: they like to see people who have a more distinguishable reason for being alive than they do.”
(Then glanced in mock reprimand at the lad when he laughed.)

One time when a particular man was feeling unusually good, he silently said:
“Life, I hope you're feeling equally as fine today,” then realized he had said that on the assumption that how he was feeling might have some effect on how Life was feeling at that moment, but after further thought, decided it was foolish to believe that the way one person out of six billion was feeling might be able to influence Life itself, and his dog (reading his mind as they can do, and which accounts for man’s attraction to them) mused:
   “I see that humans still do not recognize what an investment Life has placed
     in them..........could be just as well.”

Two guys are talking and the first one says:
“You know why people hate the idea of harmless roaches crawling on them in bed at night even more than they do poisonous snakes and lizards  –  because (as erroneous as it may be) they attribute to the latter the capacity to have a willful intent, while they picture roaches as being so stupid that they don’t even know where they are or what they're doing; it’s their total witlessness that so spooks humans,”
and the other guy shuddered to his self:
   “He's saying roaches, but what I hear is him describing is my feeling about
     the thoughts that are normally all over me.”

The results of this years’ City Poet’s Contest have been declared,
and the winning entry is:
“A sad man is a happy man.”                     (Nothing surprising here, huh!?)
In fact, several of the judges found it so profound and comprehensive
that they have recommended there be no future competitions.

Further Determinations.
“A man with no feelings of guilt cannot be a good man.”
    “But he could be an awakened man.”
“Hey!  –  I didn’t think of that.”

One man’s early warning sign that he may be coming down with something
is when he starts acting more like himself than usual.

One day when he found his going a bit tough, one guy said to Life:
“Just because I've learned that I'm dying, I don’t want you to give me any special consideration,”
a request Life seemed to have no hesitation honoring.

Conversation ‘Tween Friends.
“I can't help but believe that my mental condition would not be as dire as it is today had I received treatment sooner after my stroke.”
   “Stroke? –  what stroke was that?”
“That’s what I keep wondering.”

A son so questioned a father:
“Is what you refer to as Life, the same as what ordinary people call Nature?”
   “Not exactly: what I mean by Life is a bit more than Nature,
     but what the bit is, I cannot describe to you.”

In response to another reported event in the city, the local chapter of the:
“We’re Just Everyday People Society” has announced their new slogan for the coming year:
“A non-thinking man is a happy man.”
     (“Right On!  –  my union brothers,”  shouted a a rat in squirrel's clothing.)

And a guy interjects: “But what if all this silliness is just a prelude to eventual seriousness?!”
To which another guy responds: “Yeah, but what if all the present seriousness is simply a prelude to ultimate silliness?!”
    (“Uuh! – gross!” added some tonnage.)

A chap surmises: “One thing Life does not want to occur is for it to come face to face with the Universe in a hallway too narrow for them to pass one another.”

Medical Update.
An inner-insurgent makes a terrible sick person.
Uncommon wellness-in-the-intangible-realm is the name of his only game.)

Dialogue.
“Who but the imprisoned discuss freedom.”
    “But from that you could extrapolate the query: ‘Who but the sleeping ever discuss
      Awakening’  –   which would be saying that none of those giving instructions
      on achieving Enlightenment are themselves enlightened.”
“I didn’t say that.”
   “Well....no, you didn’t actually say that....but still....”

Definition.
An Inner-Revolutionist: A mental loner in sheep’s clothing.