Life Loves the Majority

In one sense, men enjoy the merry-go-round running in their head – in the sense of them considering the apparent alternative.

E, F, G.:

E:  The majority is always right.

F:   Life is always right.

G:  Life favors the majority – which is why it made so many of them.

Question, Point, Question:

Who but a horseless headman
goes against the grain
for no obvious gain!?

When cats get sick, the birds will immediately explain how they had nothing to do with it.

The ill must speak of their ills, and, when clever, will do so metaphorically.

J.

Human Thought

There is a place in every solar system where all ideas and words are produced.

Without language, man is nothing – without haircuts, linoleum manufacturers, wasted!

One day life told some atoms some secrets – but they knew them already.

Human Thought:

A ball of twine
that has no end,
that has no start,
and in fact may not exist.

“Prove it!  Prove it!”

“I can’t.”

“Then prove its opposite.”

“You know I can’t do that either.”

“Then is not this proof?”

Psychological Ills: What occurs when birds fly too far from the cats.

J.

The Mind as Perceived by the Mind

A man thought: “My mind is like an always open ballroom – inside of me – to which I was never formally invited.”

Humor that is anecdotally based is always personal and local, and thus too limited to actually be funny or informative.

Overheard at the coffee shop:
“If men realized just how mechanical all of life, including their intellectual one, really is – would they continue to make effort?”
 
“Nay – the better question is:  even with such new understanding, what additional choices would they then have?!”

Note: The above verbal byplay does not represent the concept of “determinism” at its most harsh and unyielding, nor at its most vague and theoretical – it simply represents it.

The human mind – as perceived by the human mind – is this reality’s sole effect that has no stable cause, or else is its only cause that has no idea of its own power and potential…either way, a singular, modern exhibit in an otherwise, staid museum.

J.

Truth in Definitions Time

Civil Definition Time:

A Mystic:  A dumb man who just won’t admit it.

Okay, Truth Time:

A Mystic: An otherwise ordinary man who just can’t bear the fact.

Truth, Truth, Oh Careless Truth:

A Mystic:  A Grizzly bear attempting to fly, who still has trouble climbing trees.

Truth, Truth, Oh Heartless Truth:

Fact:  Originally, everyone was dumb and enjoyed climbing trees.

Fact-Fact:  Basically, we’re all still ordinary and still irritated by it.

Fact-Fact-Fact:  A bear’s-not-a-bear’s-not-a-dazzling-bear who doesn’t dream of sprouting wings.

P.S. Men only trip whey they’re out of town – you heard me correctly: naked bears never stumble.

J.

Coming Apart at the Seams?

Partisan Thought:

The collective’s form of sexual reproduction, for the mind.

If you reside in the city, death, by comparison, makes everything else look bad.  Note however:  the dread of death makes even death seem shabby.  What this has to do with everyday operations of the human mind is something that its everyday operations have no interest in hearing about…why else would I even bring it up?!

And now:  A Good News Interlude:

You can’t come apart
at the seams
if you have no seams.

A thinker can always mentally turn life “inside out.”

Not having much to do in life can give you a lot to do.

J.

The "All Bad News" Station

From the stores of collective thinking comes mental saccharine, in response to man’s longing for sweets.

The Human, Civil Mind:

Radio’s first, “All Bad News” Station.

Myths, Drugs, And Dreams of Tomorrow:

Look around and you will see signals of man’s continuing urge to go from governmentally controlled analogue to digital.  And finally, to unregulated, individually-based forms of programming and reception.

Once man is civilized, and indeed – a bear-in-a-morning coat – he then, understandably, begins to believe that, “We are not as we seem.”

Why is it so difficult to think transcendentally?
Because the mind, is not given to receiving instructions regarding suicide.

J.

Dreaming of Life in the Trees

To physically survive, even non-thinking creatures must be dissatisfied part of the time.
(Compare this to humans.)

Notice the mental, run-of-the-city: while encouraging neurons to roam freely – keeps hormones local and nearby.

If only the dumb can be insulted, then only a thinker’s mind can break his heart.

Many are rats who,
if they’re called squirrels,
start dreaming
of life in the trees.

If you still believe that first came Xmas and then the anticipation-of-Xmas, you’re probably also saving up to buy some fancy ribbon for that day when your thin, matted tail miraculously blossoms into luxurious fur.  Life says: “I can’t wait.”  And man adds:  “I can too.”

J.

Thank you, Thank you

Many unusual things make sense until you think about them – then it’s too late.
Life thanks you, your mind thanks you, and you and I thank you too.

“The problem with all religions and philosophies is that they keep talking about the same things over and over and over.”  “Yes, and the same with all words also.”  And thank you, and thank you again.

The ordinary thinking operative in man’s mind is like a rental car that comes with its own fleas.

Mortal Reports:  Two Types:

Calibrated survey and anecdotal.

The backbone of life’s merry men and stalwart warriors are those who:  eat, drink, make a bit of mischief, and think no more about it all than is minimally necessary.

J.

A Bear-in-a-Tux

How A Bear-In-A-Tux Could “See” If  he could see past the tux:
After survival – all bets are off.

Hormones can make you feel worse than anything – and neurons make you believe otherwise.

Just because a thinker may use examples from everyday life, doesn’t mean he doesn’t know any more than that.

A man thought, “I am made up of a bunch of small plastic parts.”  He noted this in apparent contradiction to simply having a terminal illness.

“Intellectual Seriousness” can be re-defined using but two words; “bad news.”  But what if we looked at the human mind, as a kind of, “early warning system?”  Ah – then you would be ready for a more direct perception of just what “bad news” really is.

J.

The Speed of Light

Contemplation, meditation, study, (and the like), are all beaches.  To understand is to tan.

No matter what you’re aiming for – it’s always a straight shot to the center.

Soothsaying Re-Soothed:

When man’s “on-a-roll” –
it’s not just, “man-on-a-roll” –
it’s the whole solar system.

Everyone asks, “Why do I think as I do?” 

But who ponders, “Why do men think?”

That the speed of light,
Is a measuring device,
Should give real thinkers a clue.

When it comes to the matter of direct-sight, does no one find it interesting that mirrors are part of telescopes?

J.

Man is a Medium, Not an Agent

No matter what explanation everyone else currently accepts, a thinker should think:
“We can surely do better than that.”

All life lives by the seasons; the more mental you are, the more you live by the clock.
(What minds recognize the source of time, and thus of neural reality itself!?)

If you think just of words you won’t think of thinking; you’ll ponder the goods, but never production.  (Entertain Earth at the expense of Sol.)

Mentally:  Man is a medium, not an agent.

Intellectual Troller’s Tip:

With your line in the water, the boat moves too fast.

J.

Mozart & Rock n Roll

Mozart is to rock and roll
as symbolism is to allegory.

Man – the unique phenomenon that is mental-man – has a source that is not invisible and metaphysical, but is, in fact, quite physical and visible.

Those who know that it’s “who you know” that really counts, tell others that it’s who you are that really matters.

You can be mental while still not being conscious.

Solids ache,
gases not.

Solids are great pretenders,
such as in them pretending
to be solid.

J.

The Hazard

Everyone else wants to know where man goes when he dies.  A thinker wants to know where we came from – and I don’t mean, “physically.”

The hazard is that the name of a system will become the system.

In his mind, a man thought:  “If I did not talk to myself, who would?!”

And in his body he felt the warmth and the light.

A traveling thinker thought:  “Ahh, less than a hundred million miles, I see.”

Men on drugs can be frightened by fleas; far from home – all men are on drugs.

J.

The Obligation

A man looked at himself and said, “Who loves ya!?”

And his mind added:  “Babe!?”

Mentally disassembling the civilized-world-of-man is one thing, (and a most delightful thing it can be), but recognizing the origin of its construction, something else altogether.

And that same certain man – as his sight grew ever keener – tugged at life again:

“Couldn’t you now be even more direct in what you tell me!?”

And life replied:  “It could blind you.”

A man’s physical parts can always be satisfied; his stomach quits growling, his sex stops throbbing, his eyes no longer plead for sleep; but his mind contented – never!

A thinker only has one obligation to life – and it’s not to life, but to himself – the obligation to stay alert.

J.

A Self-Referring System

A system that is self-referring cannot be open-ended:  same with a mind.

Part Two:  “Don’t you mean to say, same with a man!?”

(Oh, all right, if you want the juvenile version.)

When a few certain people understand more than men actually should, they will often pretend to understand less.  Then, when most other people actually understand less than they say they do, they’ll pretend they understand more.  (Note:  As far as you know the first group doesn’t really exist.)

Living life as though electives are required courses makes them so.  Believing man to be the wellhead of his thoughts keeps one confused and forever an undergraduate.

A certain man said to life:  “Couldn’t you give me a better hint than you have up ‘til now!?”
And life replied:  “Look up.”

Among porcupines, sarcasm is as good as sagacity. 

(Few bus drivers are killed by walking into the props of planes.)

J.

What's For Dinner?

One day a man mused, “If I knew where my thoughts came from, I’d understand the nature of human existence.”  He further reflected, “And if I knew where my feelings came from, I’d know the source of my thoughts.”  He then asked, “What’s for dinner, and how is the weather outside?”

The Four Explanations:

The one proposed;

The response thereto,

And, “another one” – one that includes the first two,

And then a fourth one – “the enigmatic one” –
one in which you must actively participate for it to make any sense.

Men have presently come up with the idea of a physical food chain as a prelude for what’s to follow.

To describe man metaphorically or symbolically is to define him as earth-bound – earth bred, born and bound.

The ticking you hear,
The tocking you bear,
Is not in your ears, and,
Not beneath your hair.

The center of time
is the center of everything –
the center of everything,
that of time.

J.

Routine Goo Fields

From the mailbag:
“After listening to you for some time now, I feel that ‘understanding’ what you’re saying is the LEAST of my worries.”

One man pretended to have his own newspaper, and then pretended to write to himself, as a reader.

Routine goo fields
are kept alive
by random lightning strikes;
a rebel controls his.

Warning:

Sincerity:  The first step to seriousness.

And on your birthday cake was sweetly inscribed:

“Revolutionist Thinking: Riding a tricycle with four feet.”

And in response, the city put on its cake:

“Parochial thinking makes THIS WORLD go round.”

And the mighty, local god of type-setting, ink-stains and jet-printers bellowed:  “And lo, ya’ll, verily, verily and it-came-to-pass, that he who writes the book always has the last word.  (Lo, and out.)”

J.

DNA

The pressure of being on one side or the other can be near unbearable.
(Plus, darn near necessary – if you know what I mean.)

And this letter to The News:

“I am disturbed by a comment you made the other night that having a pet was like the ‘supreme domination trip,’ and I thought perhaps you misspoke, and would care to either correct this, or elaborate further.  Sincerely, Rover.”  (“P.S.  Guess who made we write this!!”)

Man: The only form of DNA that rhythmically and consistently improves itself.

A small gentleman spoke up:  “I have a small brain, and I’d like to believe.”

Not only does the secondary world make secondary things seem more important than they are, but it is also responsible for doing the same with primary ones as well.

Over that way, a man thought:  “Trying to ‘hold down expenses’ doesn’t amount to much if you’re going to live longer than:  Hormones wanna dance, muscles wanna run, and neurons love to go, ‘hmmm.’”  (The true and correct cerebral rebel doesn’t want to just “live forever,” but wants to live past the point where men even think about “forever.”

J.

The Rebel's Dictionary

For inclusion in your Rebel’s Dictionary:

Fresh Thinking:  Random thought, under control.

Just because it’s impossible doesn’t mean anything – since there’s no such thing as a Rebel’s Dictionary either.  (Take that Life – and that, and that!  And Life said:  “I’ll take it – I’ll take it!”  Ahhh, good ole life.)  Sigh.

Vegetarian Dessert:

No one knows who the “King Of Disguises” is.

Then the kindly ole rabbi gave out with:

The Scriptual Basis for the Secondary World:  Words giveth, and words taketh away.

From the mail bag:

“Now that I understand what you mean by those terms you use, the primary gives me the willies, and the secondary scares me to death.  P.S. If I ever get to be a Revolutionist I bet I’ll thank you for this – right?!  Yours, Exceptionally.”

J.

Routine Operations

Shaken, were the very foundations of the civilization, once it realized that the author of the planet’s leading book on “Dream Interpretations” never sleeps.

One man’s operations had a built-in alarm system – which seldom went off – but he said that was all right, since when the few times it did go off, he always felt that it went off too often.

And to save you time and money, etc.:

Unless you were already wearing “allegorical underwear,” the above had nothing to do with ANYTHING other than routine “operations” and ordinary “alarm systems” – (whatever the hell they might be.)

This question was just texted to me:  “When you said that, ‘Life can take a lot of crap,’ were you referring to ME?!”

A visiting observer of human life says:  “What I don’t understand, is how the use of clichés is accepted as evidence of insight and perception.”

J.