Cream was dispensed as neurons were further incensed. “Your mind is no kin of mine if you can watch the wild dog of your own unoriginal words uncontrollably chase after the ceaseless flow of bland, verbal mobiles-of-me-too-ism forever passing your house, and believe that something is actually going on.
Right there is precisely why men do not see what IS going on: from watching what naturally sycophantic words SAY is going on.
Words can never know what is going on. The best that they can do, which none but us pursue, is to know what is going on with THEM. Knowing that is knowing all that any man can know, and fulfills our secret family promise.
I’m going to wake-up even if I have to kill somebody – preferably me. Even asleep, the rest of life is obvious. It is the human form that seems to be a metaphor. Waking-up is in realizing why humans need the concept of a metaphor to begin with.”
J.