As they were crabbing apples, the father said to the son: “There are people and places I have never told you about. For instance, if you ever get your consciousness adjusted in a certain way, there is a place you can visit, (strictly as an observer), whereat words are the living creatures, and it is they who have men in their heads.
There is a man who has access to a box full of amazing plans, but they cannot be removed from the box. He will often look at the plans and put them into effect outside the box, but the plans never leave the box. A fact which, while plain as can be, for some reason, the man refuses to acknowledge.
There is a world where the skies are filled with planes.
Some are actual physically manufactured planes,
while others, even though they fly, are simply manufactured.
The headmaster at one school devoted to seeing-clearly, would, as a test for admission, suddenly hold a calendar up in front of an applicant’s face.
There is a place where waves roll endlessly; sometimes in concert, sometimes crossing, and at times separate waves coalesce while at other times a single wave bifurcates, but at all times do the waves roll. Also always, atop them stands a stranded surfer: the figure of ordinary attention.
In one land, (that mattered), as it became more “enlightened,” (as they called it), the leader of the greys said: “At one time the whites were beaten as a matter of routine; now it is only on special occasions.” (On alternate days the head of the whites says the same thing about the greys, [the limbro crowd denies any involvement, unconvincingly – it might be noted]).
One man could see clearly – until he commented to himself on how clearly he could see. He went to consult a doctor about this, and after examining him, the doctor could see what the problem was, but as soon as he tried to tell the man – he lost sight of what it was. They then jointly visited a philosopher for relief, and after he heard their description, he passed this judgment: “One plus one equals three, and after that there’s no end to it. (Pay my secretary on the way out.)”
J.