Finding Your Talents (not):
Finally facing up to the fact that he had no saleable, musical talent,
this one man decided that he'd try to stop singing to himself.

 

Mused a truant: "The nice thing about finally leaving school is that you can burn the place down and not lose anything." And his mind suddenly said: "Hey-y-y, you better not be thinking what I think you're thinking!"

Once you realize how the bricks are laid in man's mental structures,
you see that while you can run from foolishness, you can't run to understanding.

...Look here: I've already told you twice now how hard it is to ever go anywhere when you don't know where you're going, but that's child's play and chump sport compared to the enlightening hardship of not knowing where you're going and then realizing that it makes-no-matter if the part of you worrying about it is not going anywhere.

...Yeah...
...but:

Might not even the most stressed out of travelers, apparently temporarily stranded and not going anywhere, be happy to know that even under such conditions "anywhere" is still no further away than it is when they believe that they're "on-the-move."

The Court Physician once so advised the King: "Above the instinctive level of one's nervous system, the only excitement and enthusiasm worthy of a ruler is that which is feigned."

On the bathroom wall of a honey bee monastery was found this graffiti definition:
"Speech -- the language of dolts."

And lastly, a thumb-nail reminder that all alert travelers can carry with them anywhere, at any time, is this:
Whichever way you think you're headed -- right this instant -- is the wrong way.