News From The Mystical Front:
It's almost impossible to have an original thought when you live in a fish net.

When the first man to achieve a non-standard state of awareness realized there was no "secret" involved; to help shield his friends later, when they asked about the experience, he said he couldn't tell them directly because it was a "secret."
And thus were all the little bears, and piggies able to go to bed comfy imaginarily fed-&-full.

HEALTH, FINANCES & MAN'S ROUTINE MENTAL STRAIN:
One guy thought,
"If headaches were strokes, I'd be on Medicare."

Unrelated Moral:
The great thing about this kind of activity is that its inconsistency is matched only by the reliability and constriction of ordinary thinking.

Once the patient was in the proper position the mystical surgeon asked, "Do you want me to grease up just my finger,
or my whole hand!?"
And that "understanding-in-some-that-struggles-to-be" cried out in reply, "Nay, your entire body and all that you know, for time is short, and I know not how long I can lay siege to the operating room."

A boy asked his father,
"Have you noted that mystics never speak of an afterlife?" And as you can probably imagine, the elder made a reply having something to do with the matter of
"blunt, extreme efficiency."

A Contemporary Wrap-Up of Man's Intellectual Progress
Thus Far:
Men don't know squat about nothing!
(As always, those of you so inclined [or inclined upon]
May take this as our "Joke For The Day.")

When one man heard of the
"Right Brain-Left Brain" theories, he squealed,
"Great gawd a'mighty -- now I got double the chances!"
(You can laugh now.)

Friday's Fable:
In the forest once appeared an exotic colored bird
Who began to tell the creatures things that they'd never even thought about thinking about,
And just as their interest was reaching an unprecedented pitch
A common brown bear suddenly came up and ate it.
All the creatures were thrown into a state distraught panic,
And began screaming at the bear,
"Why did you do that!? Why did you do it!?"
And having no answer to such a question, the bear replied,
"I can't tell you -- it's a secret."

Moral:
Get the hell outta bed or it'll grow on you.