The poking of oneself in the eye, in the effort to locate an optometrist surely is a situation…the inspiration for carousels, ferris wheels; human debates and all other forms of circular entertainment.
The few must face it: the more-or-less normal human brain has no interest in, or even much tolerance for, thought looking at itself. It is the very entry way to that which the few seek. Men have called it by disparate names, and have attempted to describe what it is using a variety of terms, but it is all one thing – the very thing for which the brain has a natural aversion: thought simply looking at itself
To ever see through man’s collective fog and satisfy that special hunger, you have only one small area of choice pertinent thereto: you either have thought sit and simply look at itself, or you let it run its routine course. One will see you sanely through your appointed days, the other will eventually result in something quite extraordinary and unexpected – which will blow open the can and let you eat.
…”Oh waiter! Waiter: there’s a fake me in my me.”
J.