Just as the poor are constantly shuffling around what little money they have
from place to place just to stay financially afloat, so too concerning the intellect,
do the ignorant with the few ideas they possess.
    (“If it don’t work over there, hell, try it over here.”)
Another Cliché Exploded By Rebel Consideration.
Yes, you can never be too thin or too rich  –  unless
you are killed by starvation or by over-indulgence in possessions.

If you can only play one chord, advertise your music as:
Accenting The Rhythmic Basis Of All Music,
and to attract a more sophisticated audience, label it:
Promoting The Trance-Inducing Qualities Of Rhythmic Based Music.
In man’s second-reality, the word is:

How interesting and fascinating is Life.....when you really think about it…..
.....which is why most people don’t.

Best New Ad Of The Month.
“Do You Suffer Severe Depression?  –  Would You Like To?”

Lying down made one man feel bad, and when he would sit up to think about it,
he'd feel worse, and his neurons said: “Hey, don’t look at us,
something other than thinking is in play here.”      (“Ain't it always,” he mentally replied.)

Many celebrities marry their hairstylist or make-up person. (Celebrities are no fools!
Of course the really sharp ones go straight for their publicist.)
One guy used to say: “Celebrities are as celebrities do,” but he missed the mark,
in second-reality, evrything is as it does.

Once he had the realization of what is really going on,
one man began thinking in a language different than the one he spoke in.
This is only possible by first mastering the ability to think in a language different than the one you normally think in.

Best New Rumor Of The Month.
If you gather a sufficient number of Watumbi tribesmen in your backyard
they will eventually begin to spontaneously chant praises in your honor.

A guy who was suffering an ever increasingly number of physical ills explained that since they both knew who would ultimately win, he and Life were embroiled in a
little game wherein it was seeing how far it could push him before he would whine.

The bed extends an open invitation.
    (“And it’s not the only thing, huh paw!?”)

Another Of The Benefits.
In man’s second-reality, having-your-act-together is of supreme importance,
and when you're hip to what’s really hap’nin',
you no longer have an act to keep together.
In Re Another Unrelated Cliché.
The only appearances the awakened man keeps up are a couple of private ones just between Life and him.

At the beginning of each new day, one man would announce from his bedroom:
“Today’s programming (as always) will consist primarily of pre-recorded segments (mostly reruns) many self-promos and Public Service Announcements,
and maybe a few new pieces (if we’re exceptionally lucky);
so, thanks for tuning in  –  now sit back and enjoy.”

The speech of fanatics is always exaggerated.                                    (Same for everyone else.)

One man based his life on a novel he had written some years ago,
which he had now forgotten was fiction               (which didn’t really matter).

One guy doesn’t care what time it is.
   “Never?”
Well, hardly ever     (except when he's in spain…on the plain….in the rain).
If you're not trying to get to church on time, why do you need a watch?
   (“Okay: so broadway may get you to celebrity, but it won't take you to nirvana   –   WILL IT!?”)

If you don’t independently think, you have it easy  (if you call having-it-hard, having-it-easy).

Looking at ordinary men’s mental concept of what Life is about,
one writer faced a dilemma: “How can you do a parody of a satire?”
(especially an unrealized one?!    And even if you can,
who will there be left to appreciate it?)”

“The conversations I have with clients,” was the answer given by a mortician when asked what was the best part of his job.

One guy was surprised to learn that “revat” is the technical name of the knob
on everyone’s radio that doesn’t do anything.
   (“Is this a joke…..or a test?......or maybe a joke test.....or test joke?”)

One man who lives alone in a quite secure dwelling, has begun to find folded-up notes in his bed every morning            (he has thus far refrained from opening any of them).

The theory of one guy is that if you ever reach a place where you know too much,
you will develop a really nasty skin rash.
(And he says he doesn’t want to see any of you poseurs suddenly start scratching.
    “Hey – you're not foolin’ anybody!                               'Cept maybe me……again.”)