One guy says, “I originally thought that I was a metaphor for all mankind. Then I thought I was a metaphor for just myself. And later I believed I was a metaphor for what all men might be; but now I’m just satisfied to be able to stand here and tell you all this.”
What better advertisement than this could there be for the:
Majesty of Mountains,
The Beauty of Birds,
The Charm of the Seasons,
And the Mind with Its Reasons.
The mind is not a mere merry-go-round if consciousness is the end of the ride.
One man caught a rat in a trap, but when he looked at it closely, it said, “I’m no rat – I’m a squirrel.” And when he examined it even closer, it said: “I’m no squirrel – I’m your mind.” And he said, “Hold it – let’s go back to the rat part.”
A philosopher without a job is like a squeak looking for a wheel.