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1879 97057 06/09/97 Copyright J. M. Cox 1997


All children find that they were born with a candy bar, but before long seem
to have consumed it out of existence.
When adults, they try and recapture at least the spirit of the sweet from
various external sources and activities. A few however look internally,
realizing the fact that it disappeared inside and if to be found must be
searched for similarly.

A man asked a mystic, “Is it necessary to know precisely what you’re doing?”
“About what?” he replied.

…Hey! What a great name for the transcendental struggle: “About what?”


The Two Big Ones

The first folly is in taking the mind to be YOUR mind.
The second folly is in believing you can think your way free of thinking.

* * *


One man took up the cry, “I’m upset as hell and I’m not going to take it
anymore.” And someone asked him if he was actually upset as hell and
wasn’t going to take it anymore or if he was just saying that, and he
replied, “Both! — that’s because I am a human with the power of speech and
I can have it both ways.”

Men continue to underestimate and overestimate the potency they attribute to
words in that they continue to make no meaningful effort to understand their
nature and purpose.

Men who believe in words believe in ghosts and delusive spirits — men who
don’t believe in words are inhabited by ghosts and delusive spirits.

One man has a verse:
“I live in the city and suffer city rain,
but I have a waterproofing that is all my own.”

And we end this story with a revised version of the original man’s cry,
reflective of a superior understanding of the relationship between man and
his circumstances (at least insofar as verbally pretending that such
exists): “I’m [blank] as [blank] and I’m not going to [blank] it any more.”

* * *


A man went and stood before the cubicle of the great oracle and said, “Well,
I’m back.”
And the voice from within replied, “So? — what do you want?”
“The same thing as always,” said the man, “you know what it is.”
“Hmmm,” said the oracle, “Okay, I remember you now, but tell me this, if I
comply with your desire for that ‘certain information,’ do you want The Full
Version, or The Simplified One?”
And the man began to nervously fidget, turning around, dragging his foot in
meaningless patterns in the dirt, rubbing his face and scratching his head
as he said to himself, “Damn, she’s done it to me again!”


One man discovered a treasure which he wished to hide, and since it was
non-material, this presented a problem, until he thought about it just a bit
more and realized, “Hell, no such thing — just the opposite — the
non-material is the easiest to secrete.”
And he simply hid the treasure in words…where no one would ever find it.

Please note, for any of you who may take this story “seriously” and thus
find yourself a mite confused regarding just whether or not it is possible
for something of value to be found in words (a possibility that you may
think has already been thoroughly abused and dismissed in this quarter),
please note: Confusin’, isn’t it?

…(Tough tenderloin!)

When one guy’s train would display specific signs of jumping the tracks,
he’d say to himself, “Smile when you say that, pard’ner.”
And reply to himself, “I ain’t your pard’ner, but you’re right, I can’t help
but smile at all of this.”
(And a fine internal, potentially combustible combination that be: serious
uncertainty on one hand, and a smile of understanding on the other.


Another Eye Exam

There are two ways of looking at a certain approach to effecting awareness:
one is to don’t stare, and the other is to never look off.
(And only those with any hope of success can make sense of this, since the
two taken together make none.)


Rather than directly trying to stop thought, consider it like this. Stop
thought from continually interrupting itself and changing the subject.
…This will accomplish the same end.


The In’s And Out’s Of A Successful Enterprise

What is costly is without — what is profitable is within.

* * *


Sounding not a little startled, one man suddenly blurted out, “I just
realized, knowledge is nothing but words!”


A man asked his personal travel agent, “Can believing that a particular
journey is more complicated than it really is keep you from properly
undertaking it?”
“Ah, don’t worry about that,” the agent replied, “you ain’t goin’ nowhere
(Some personal agent, huh?)

In a certain kingdom, one day a year was set aside and officially known as
“What Are Friends For?” Day. The significance of which was that it had
either seventeen or twenty letters in the title (according to whether or not
you counted the word “day” as part of the sobriquet).


If ramblin’ thought is like an addiction, how can more of the same effect
a cure?


Legend says there was once a mystical system which said it led to
enlightenment, but further said that, if you attempted to practice it, it
wouldn’t work.


A father so interrogated a son, “When you look, who is doing the looking?”
“My eyes,” he replied.
“And,” continued the father, “when you hear, who is doing the hearing?”
“My ears,” the lad responded.
“Then,” asked the elder, “when I ask you these questions, who is answering

Don’t ever let anyone else’s ideas
blind you to your own two eyes.

There is no knowledge — metaphorical, secret, or otherwise —
superior to that which you discover for yourself.


One man has brought his investigation of existence to this describable
point (describes he, as per this query):
“We’re born with no concerns other than to eat and sleep;
what the hell happens to us?”


Rather than to be continually taken for a fool, one man changed his name to
Ramblin’ Ned NeuroCracker, and professed to be an itinerant folk singer,
specializing in tunes of a serious, social — and otherwise — nature.

PS: Even as ludicrous as this may strike you, it nonetheless worked, in
that (you should remember) he was dealing only those his intellectual peer.
…So you see, there are advantages to traveling in Dantic circles and
living in Mudville!


The only knowledge worth having is that which you make up.
…(If you know what you’re doing, of course.)


“Scare me, Daddy,” cried the kid, “make my nervous system tingle!”
“What do you think I am,” he replied, “a mystic?”

The desire and struggle for enlightenment is similar to the safe pleasures
of fear people experience on a roller coaster and from horror movies, but
attempted with no simulated external stimuli.

Everyone wants to “be alive”, those who would awaken take the desire to
extreme inner limits.


When one guy saw the sign on a business, “Big & Tall Men’s Store,” he
slapped himself on the forehead, exclaiming, “Dunce — just think, all these
years I’ve struggled for it, when I could’ve bought it!”


If you would understand the nature of thought, consider the answer to the
question — why do clocks run clockwise?


A man asked a mystic, “Can you explain to me exactly what it is that you’re
up to?”
And the mystic said, “No.”
And the man persisted, “But how can that be? — I asked you that same
question five years ago and you gave me an answer.”
And the mystic replied, “Then you should’ve stuck with it.”

As the train made repeated stops before the ultimate destination, the
conductor announced that during those breaks passengers could either have
some bad egg salad or temporarily assume the name Captain Drag Ass.

Those alive in but routine awareness
ride forever on an
unmoving death train.


Coming unexpectedly on the prince in an obscure hallway, the king pulled a
surprise test on him, asking, “Quick, tell me what’s worse than–“
“Nothing,” replied the prince before the question was completed.
And the king was much impressed and pleased at his most correct reply.


Using the “if you can’t touch it” test to determine reality, knowledge
doesn’t exist.


“Tell me, Papa,” said a young lad, “the exact difference between instinct
and thought.”
And Papa replied, “That which is necessary, you don’t think about.”
And throughout the years, each time the son would remember these words the
mind’s importance would slip another notch.


The desire to achieve enlightenment was originally known as “the desire to
be unconcerned about matters irrelevant to being alive,” but too many people
misunderstood what it meant, so they changed it to “the desire to be
enlightened,” which no one understands what means.

Question: Where is the absolutely best place to hide something that doesn’t
Answer: It doesn’t matter, of course!
— anywhere and everywhere will do!


Men are the only creatures on this planet who have “problems” with the
environment. And why is this, you may ask, and I’ll tell you why — ’cause
men are the only creatures WITH an environment.

(Is it still necessary to remind you that, no matter what it seems we’re
discussing here, it’s always solely about the mind.)


It is said that until you’ve been free you don’t know what freedom is, but
furthermore, even after you know what freedom is, you’re no freer than
anyone else…except in one specific manner.

Yet another benefit experienced by schools of enlightenment is that they
need not spend any money on advertising — wouldn’t do ’em any good anyway.

…Get it? That’s why they are what they are.


Mentally conceived time comes about by thought continually changing the


To the awakened, an afterlife punishment would be to come back as yourself
before you were awakened.
The truly hellacious punishment would be to come back as somebody else —
anybody else!


Yet another way you can non-permanently approach it when appropriate and
Don’t bother with pondering the content of your thoughts, but rather take up
considering the phenomenon of thought itself.

A man asked the travel agent with a booth by the great oracle’s cubicle,
“What is the best journey for one seeking the liberation?”
And the agent replied, “The briefer the better.”


At least one thing you can be certain of is:
There is no such thing as a “serious conversation.”


Deliberate & Spontaneous: A pair of mystical attorneys specializing in
first this one,
and then
that one,
and then both of them.


Based on an extraordinary change in his invisible circumstances, one man
revised for his own private use a hoary saw to read thusly:
“If I’m dyin’ — I’m lyin’.”


Awakening is not a giver of gifts, but a thief.

…A grand, most welcome, most pleasant of thieves.


You can accomplish more with a smile and the desire to awaken than you can
with just the desire.