Flocks dream not of the morrow,
nor the future do herds celebrate
in parades, the force of great numbers
keep possible roamers in line.

But fret not -- all is not hopeless,
for if today there is no joy in Mudville,
'tis only because you submit to being in Mudville.

None sail the Titanic,
save those who queue up at dockside, ticket in hand.

A mystic said to an audience, "Tell me in what areas of your life and body you feel most guilty
and I will tell you how conscious you are."
And someone in the crowd responded, "Is this a trick?"
"Why, certainly," said the mystic, "what d'ya expect?"
(Which, of course is not what the crowd ever expects,
not withstanding the fact that that's what they're constantly faced with.)

Life confessed to one guy, "Yeah, I may mentally mislead men at times,
but at least I do it out in the open -- right before their eyes."
And the guy was in no wise encouraged or placated.

When the normal, the ordinary, and the everyday say:
"Over here! Over here…come join us, over here"
flee them internally like the comforting, blinding plague
they unwittingly represent.

The majority may or may not be (at any given moment) correct,
but, as long as it is the voice and thinking of the majority,
you can be sure that even when apparently correct, it is useless.

But fret not -- all is not to no avail,
for to the more keen-of-mind,
all that would pull down and shame man is that which is below him --
below him in himself -- and in the past, which is gone & to be forgotten.

Query yourself this:
If babble and chatter are signs of an inferior intellect,
and men talk much more than does life (apparently),
then how can they believe they're in any fashion superior to life
other than the possibility of it all being an artful illusion inasmuch as
-- who puts men up to what they say other than life?

Then one man coughed up this confession:
"If mortal existence was not so based on trickery and misdirection, I guess it could be taken as serious!"
...And another man held himself down, and tortured himself until he admitted that he did not actually know the difference between the torturer & the torturee!
...(After that, he let himself go.)

Okay then -- how can you tell if yours is an inferior intellect?
Why, you can't, of course, and thereby are the ordinary nicely protected...from themselves...
and the truth.