Habit = Ordinary Sanity

Man does not realize the error in pointing to his head as being the source of some illness as opposed to downward pointing to the body itself.  He does not see that psychosomatic illness would only be a reality if we were dealing with a decapitated person who even yet felt “out-of-sorts.”

Words are like “energy to go”: portable packets in measured form for use at a future time.

I hear Men speak of certain things as “no longer existing,” but you must begin to constantly realize that nothing can simply “cease to exist.”  Where does anything have to go?  Processes do continually change their clothes and addresses, but “cease-to-exist”? (Not hardly!)

If you’re not a supporter of revolution you certainly don’t belong here.

If you’re not a defender of established structures, you’re in the wrong place.

The sign at the Project gate should read, “Admittance only to those ambidextrous in the higher circuits.”  (Space on board the Project Ship itself, of course, is limited to those with even more entangled talents and abilities.)

Habit equals ordinary sanity, and the shackles-of-responsibility are as functional stability for common Man.  It is the small habits, and larger responsibilities that hold the ordinary in a secure jacket of acceptable behavior, and apparent goals in this life, without which they might become unbound and un-structurally violent in their consciousness, and less useful in Life’s direct thrust toward greater dimensional expansion.  (Even the Few are left with the “One Habit” and “The Responsibility,” but an understanding of this complex simplicity makes the subsequent voyage both pleasant and meaningful.)

J.