Another Thing You Can Count On:

What men call thought is mostly memory
pushed further;
thought is not so dependent and constricted,
and can be a prelude to an expanded state of awareness.

If you do lead an ordinary man into a realization regarding the unidentifiable-basis-for-the-mind's-operations, after that, 'tis damn-near inevitable that he'll try and fill in the blank with notions of "God."
Even after they've walked the path together for a while, it is at this juncture that many part company, with the dilettante and aging mystics taking the road above noted, and the true ones always pushing onward -- regardless of unpaved stretches of highway.

There was once a man who wanted to raise corn in his backyard,
but discovered there was asparagus already growing there
so he said,
"Ah, what the hell, asparagus it is."
(Is it actually necessary for me to attach a title to this piece
to indicate that, about agriculture, it is not?)

There was once a man named Cleveland Grover
who escaped being President only by the skin of his teeth.

In consideration of the contemporary interest in things low fat, I'm pleased to point out to you that all ordinary thought is, in truth, "Lite Thought."

Though no sane man will knowingly eat contaminated food, and will only consume that which he knows to be healthy for his body, why then is nothing similar in what he normally serves his mind? Why do men continue to take in, mental rations which are obviously, to any reasonable observer, without nutritional value? What they generally accept in their minds as entertainment (even information) offers no real, new knowledge, no up-lifting or challenging ideas, and nothing that speaks to the positive future and potential of man.
And yet, out in the public marketplace of man's mind, there things stand, and once this is clearly seen and understood aright, a man can retire his attention -- nay, he must retire his attention -- from this torpid, redundant, lowest-common-denominator-from-the-past mass spectacle, and begin to mentally abide solely with himself (and with the stillness
that is now his private feast).

For his own private purpose, one man rewrote a well-known Biblical dictum:
"Be ever vigilant of the mind --
for it stalks the world as an insatiable beast,
seeking whom and what it may devour
(like road signs, billboards, lyrics to songs,
other people's words and ideas, etc.)."

To ever get on, much less trod, the mystical path, a man must have a map, a set of instructions, some system, and yet the day will, without fail, fall upon him when he must see through the frailty, the limits, the transparency of all maps, and take up the individual task of walking on one's own feet.
(Which of course is not a physical matter.)

And a boy asked his father (or perhaps it was a man asking himself). "Just when does this time come?" And the elder replied, "It could come next year, it could come next week, or it could come tomorrow, but one thing's for sure, the time long ago arrived on the day you undertook the journey. Now it’s a question of when you'll realize it."
(Which then shut the kid up real good!)

And relative thereto, a faithful reader writes:
"But you once said that a weak man is a happy man."
Ahhh -- shut up, reader!