An Expansion for Sunday:
Once you've attributed two characteristics
to a thing,
any third one you might try to add
will appear irrelevant.

If the first two convey a sense of
"we are important -- we are informative,"
a third will have the feel of "it doesn't matter."

On one world was once a race whose concept of
paradisiacal afterlife was of a place,
not only where no one could ever conceive of
three possibilities,
but where no one even ever thought about trying.

(Without the physics of two-armed deities,
the winds never blow,
the tides come not and go,
and those who fail to slay the gods
ne'r know the serenity of the secret.)

While ordinary people (as they age) seem to either go through great change, or else no change at all, mystics either apparently go through great change without actually going through all that much, or else seem to go through very little change while actually going through a lot.
So, come on gang, let's hear it out there for all the fine folks who keep our great rail system running.

People who say that "time will tell"
are the same ones who won't admit they didn't learn a thing from space.

 

Poetry In The Air:
One man wrote sonnets to summer
only in winter,
and odes to spring
only in fall.

The literature already inscribed in man's collective thought too closely tracks the cycles of the seasons; to think freely and afresh, one must struggle against all things normal to a normal mind, for the secret poetry that transcends has no meter or rhyme grounded on popular consciousness.

A man wrote The Agitation Doctor and asked:
"In thinking: is specific redundancy of thought really the problem, or simply the fact that meaningless repetition is the natural fuel of the mind?"

Health News:
Since we first reported on this story last week, new findings have come in proving even more conclusively that there is a fresh limit to how much the mind can take -- with fresh supporting statistics reaffirming the fact that no one yet knows where this cutoff line might be.

If you want to, we can do this:
I'll describe a man who knows the secret as someone who can look at everyday, mortal existence as an ongoing cartoon, without losing the awareness of it still being what its participants take it to be.