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March 7, 2003 © 2003: JAN COX
Facts that the mind derives from man’s hands-on experiences with the physical world are indispensable for the increasingly safe, comfortable & interesting life he leads,
but when thought attempts to apply the concept of facts to the realm that exists,
not physically, but only in thought, it shudders, implodes, and vanishes,
yet mind presses on with this approach as though nothing disruptive had occurred.
Thought, as practiced (or better put): experienced by, collective-man treats matters of strictly thought as though they had characteristics which are liable of being identified, measured and reduced to facts, which, without essential analysis, are accepted as not basically dissimilar to facts concerning the material world;
thus are local, contemporary, prevailing critical facts about painting, music,
and literature taken by civilized men to be as real and meaningful as facts concerning physics, chemistry and cosmology;
obviously some men are more interested in one of the classes than the other,
but sophisticated minds make no radical distinction between the facts that
the human mind discovers and states concerning the two;
a scientist may say that ideas about sculpture are not as important to human existence as those about anatomy, but such a generally acceptable observation does not in men’s collective mind deny the reality of the former.
What is there for the mind to ordinarily think about other than what ordinarily occurs to it and to all ordinary men — what a waste of potential — for a few un ordinary.
One man muses: “Dare I say it — even think that the answer to everything may be — silence?!?”
Almost everyone is perceived to be more interesting in death than when alive —
which surely accounts in part for the extreme high percentage of people who die.
Definition Time: Stupidity; nature’s alternative to being ill.
What’s the sense in being asked questions about yourself
if you do not use the opportunity to voice your complaints.
A sure sign of ordinariness is an interest in illness.
All methods proposed to achieve what is commonly referred to as: Awakening, Enlightenment, Liberation are nothing less than the brain giving instructions on how it can interfere with its own nonessential runnings —
question yourself: why does it want to do that in some men (like myself)?
Breaking News: evidence has just come in to indicate that without facts
there could be no disagreements — murders, yes — disagreements, no.
A central part of all games the thinking part of the brain plays with itself
is similar to the line commonly uttered by magicians just before the climax
of their most popular type of trick: “Now don’t let me see the card you selected……”
One thing about those ignorant of what is really going on is that
every one of them knows what is wrong with what is going on.
Is that not amazing when you think about it:
people who do not recognize a ship when they see it,
yet are able to declare that one is sinking —
which again highlights the singular wonder of city life in toto, in that,
though not understanding the actual nature of the game, men nonetheless
play the role of umpires and referees to the overall advantage of all participants.
And an email just in from a reader who asks that, until he gets to feeling better and has thoroughly cleansed himself of all the justifiable collateral complaints,
we not say anything more in praise of silence,
“One problem at a time,” says he,
“Let me get my needed, medicinal bitching out of the way —
THEN I’ll go to work on trying to overcome my desire to bitch. Okay?!”
The-way-of-the-city — writ here — loud and clear.
Awakening is an experience in the brain similar to learning something new —
but intensified and much prolonged.
One man in his mind’s mulling on that special brand of human activity mused:
“What’s the good in knowing something extraordinary that no one else knows
if you can’t brag about it!” and the parakeet in his mind joined in:
“Yeah! — kinda takes the old wind from the sails, huh?!
the juice from the fruit,
the thrill from the triumph,
the jolt from the coke,
the smell from the fart…” — “Okay already,” said the man: “I get the point.”
Only the full exercise of that special activity gives so much to so few (that is):
gives nothing save to he who does it —
which accounts for it so commonly being thought of as a Great Secret, for indeed,
the reality of what is actually going on in life (as obvious as it physically be)
is constructively hidden from ordinary eyes.
What a thing — what a face-breaking,
confusion-taking wonder of a thing —
a thing that everyone would enjoy seeing —
a thing secreted — right out in the open.