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97080.983 10/15/97 Copyright J. M. Cox 1997
Last Thursday (I believe it was), a man (not too far from here) thought to
himself, “Is it possible to constantly look at something and still never
recognize it — to study a thing forever and yet never know its true
And there is this other man (up the road a ways) who asked himself, “Could
it be possible that the very attempt to ‘know yourself’ is at the core of
the frustration of the few who seek to ‘know themselves’?”
(I guess we can only hope that men with such questions continue to keep a
Everyone lives by a stream; a few think about controlling it; they’re known
as “being asleep.”
One man studied rats in a maze for years…before realizing there were no
rodents present, and that he’d imagined the maze.
However! in a school not listed in common catalogs, such a man can graduate
And now, finally revealed: Where Thought Comes From
Until you “think” — there is nothing to think about.
* * *
Tonight’s Transparently Spurious Mystical Legend
A liberated man once said, “Trying to ‘achieve liberation’ will always cause
It has been said that the cause of all ignorance is thought, but more
comprehensively put would be that thought initially came about to bring on
intelligence; then only later (in the view of a few) did it produce the
Should a doctor (hip-to-what’s-happening, that is to say, aware-of-the-case)
continue to treat an imaginary patient, or do the professional and proper
thing and let him die of neglect and be done with it?
A man asked a mystic what he’d done wrong in his years of attempting to
stop the mechanical flow of thought, and the mystic pointed to “something”
and said, “That’s not thought!”
To believe that you must “know yourself” and that to know yourself you must
“observe yourself” is to be forever engaged in an effort without end.
(If a less flattering description of the end result comes to mind, be my
guest in using same.)
Everyone is born by a brook; a few always want to redirect its course; they
are what is called “being in the dark.”
Imaginary parts, no matter the combinations tried, nor the effort expended,
can never be put together to form a real whole.
“Either — this or that
must be me,”
sing the phantom voices.
– – –
“I’m a man without a country.”
“I’m a man without a god.”
“I’m a man without a cause.”
— “I’m a man without a man.”
– – –
One Man’s Travel Tale
At an early age I left home, feeling I should go on a journey I knew not
where, and inquired of others but received no reply that satisfied.
I then began to read what others with a similar urge had said about their
experiences, until I found one that rang pertinent to me, and attempted to
retrace the journey recounted, but without ever reaching the destination
I began to consider the possibility that each man with this particular itch
must discover (or perhaps develop) his own individual passage, and commenced
personally to operate accordingly.
Using this approach, I began to recognize the destination to be the same for
all men on this odyssey, regardless of the route pursued or the method of
Then came the ultimate realization that this peculiar journey was all in my
mind, and likewise for all who’d gone this way before. Once this became
clear, I returned home.
* * *
Believing that things thought-about provide their own reasons for being,
thought-about is just another description of your consciousness being
totally in the dark.
Now another episode of Maybe And Perhaps:
Maybe the most captious words ‘er uttered are “he who knows himself is
enlightened”; perhaps the most perilous interpretation thereof is in taking observations of oneself for knowledge.
Why are recollections of one’s past such a poor teacher?
Why do men not truly “learn from their mistakes”?
It is because the memories one has of oneself are an imaginary reality.
A man asked a mystic what he’d done wrong in his years of trying to stop
the mechanical flow of thought, and the mystic nodded toward “something” and
said, “That’s not what you try to stop!”
Everyone has a radio; it continually receives two different stations
simultaneously; most people hear it as one.
One man (who played the game every day) would periodically “win the
lottery,” and for the several days that the prize money lasted, he lived
in (what was for him) extraordinary circumstances. But most of his life was
spent in (what was for him) routine and dull conditions.
Although he did not initially realize it, the man became addicted to the
unpredictably appearing lottery prize, and in spite of his experiences to
the contrary, he began to believe it was possible to win every day. (Which
seemed to help make his non-winning, uneventful days more tolerable.)
But gradually he began to discover in his everyday life possibilities of the
extraordinary, and became less and less captivated with and expectationally
dependent on the capricious payoff of the lottery. (Which, I might note,
was imaginary to begin with.)
Throughout the history of man have been a relatively secret few engaged in
a relatively unknown sport known as “extreme thinking,” wherein you think of
new ways to think about thinking.
Everyone lives by two streams; they both gurgle; most call the sound of one
stream, “The wild stallion,” and the other one, “Clear skies.”
Everyone lives by two streams; they both gurgle; most call the sound of one
stream, “The wild stallion,” and don’t even notice that the other one has a
– – –
One view of man’s ordinary mental condition could be “wild stallions a’loose
and unrealized amidst otherwise clear skies.”
(Until you think, there is nothing to think about.)
* * *
For you — since you asked, and since I know you so well — for you I’ve
got some good news, and I’ve got some bad news. The bad news is that there
is no way out of an imaginary labyrinth, and the good news is the same
thing. For you…that is, ’cause I like yo’se.
A realized man, once while explaining a matter, referred to “the five
senses,” and a listener interrupted him, saying, “But doesn’t thought
constitute a sixth sense?”
And the speaker replied, “You’re crazy.”
A boy said to his father, “I have mental vertigo.”
To which his elder responded, “Don’t you wish you could go up that high!”
A man said to a mystic, “I have heard you speak, and much of what you say I
do not understand, and some of what you say I believe to be incorrect, but I
find it all fascinating and would like to discuss and debate your ideas with
you so that I might make more sense of them.”
And the mystic replied, “I will decline your offer, for nothing I say does
make any sense, and you either understand that immediately upon hearing it
or you don’t, and no amount of subsequent talking about it will change the
It is impossible to comprehend the essence of a pond while standing in it up
to the waist — ’tis only once out of it that its illusionary nature is
– – –
Only after you hang up the phone does the conversation become clear.
* * *
Said one man, “I’ll tell you the greatest development ever — the off
“You mean on your TV set?” someone responded.
“No,” he said.
“Then you must mean the one on your computer.”
“No,” he again replied. “I just mean the off switch.”
To try and treat the mind with the mind is to be forever captured by the
illusion that the illness is the medicine.
A man asked one he believed experienced in such matters, “Do people really
And received the reply, “It’s more a matter of getting through the morass
An Approach Worth Considering: If you can’t seem to stay “conscious”
constantly, how about every other second?
Hey! it’s worth thinking about (so to speak).
Everyone’s floating down the river.
A few want to stop.
They’re called “dazed and confused”
(sometimes known as “those wishing to awaken”).
How can you really expect to change your state of mind with the mind when
the mind is all that makes up your “state of mind”?
Yes, I know, you’d think that it couldn’t be clearer, but mud finds it
difficult to see the water in its mix.
Tonight’s Fairly Tale
Once upon a time there was a guy who had the ability to be two guys, but he
never knew it, since whenever he was one of the guys he had absolutely no
awareness of the other one.
(Now that was fairly straight forward.)
Is it actually our normal state of consciousness that causes us to trip and
break things (and all the other “problems”) or is it our fretting about our
“But that can’t be…it simply can’t!”
“That a’boy — keep telling yourself that.”
And from another room, a lad yelled out, “Oww! — I’ve got a cramp.”
And his father yelled back, “You’ve been trying to think your way to
* * *
If all thoughts are illusions, then is not the grandest illusion of all the
thought of being free from thought?
“But that can’t be — can it?”
“Now you’re thinking!”
* * *
A man had a dog that wouldn’t stay home. Once he solved that problem, he
had no more problems.
Now for tonight’s Bonus Question:
If engaged in a study of something illusionary, and you become distracted,
what of significance can you possibly miss?
Think carefully now, this is for both the luggage and the trip!
Once blind, always blind — once sighted…well…you still gotta keep
working at that one!
Anything worth thinking about is worth being ignored.
Humans sense that they are on a journey, and never feeling as though they
have reached the end of it is what keeps them nonphysically going.
One man notes (while nudging us in the ribs) that it is no mere accident
(prompts he) the close similarity of the words “feel” and “fell.”
One Guy’s Inspirational Thought For The Day
No matter what you plan,
no matter what you attempt,
no matter how hard you try,
if there is such a thing as “destiny,”
then you can just — FORGET IT!…(I guess).
* * *
One man had this “thing” that he actually only had when he thought about it!
It began to damn-near drive him crazy, trying to figure out where it was the
rest of the time.
You only take imaginary dogs as otherwise when they stray from the yard.
Experiences come and go — your condition is forever.
One father’s advice to his son in a certain area was that he dedicate
himself to continually reminding himself that the mind itself provides all
of the thoughts it ever thinks.
(“Close the door behind you,” he would often shout to the lad.)
Once, a man experienced in such affairs said, “Things were just like they
are before you went to sleep, and things remained just as they are while you
were asleep, and things will still be exactly like they are after you awake
from sleep — what d’ya think of that?”
And everyone who actually heard what he said — dropped dead!
– – –
There was once a man who could make noises that would upset birds, but not
noises that upset himself; he is what is known as —
half alive and half dead,
half here and half not,
half himself and half himself,
waiting for the two to meet.
Wait on, brave warrior,
wait on, you noise maker you!
But things will be exactly like they’ve always been, even should you wake
Why not totally drop dead now — now, when it could mean something?
With understanding comes a cessation of coming-and-going.
Tonight’s Poem: Here’s The Deal
Okay, here’s the deal.
Nothing begins and nothing ends,
and only thoughts otherwise in between.
* * *
A man said to a mystic, “I am a literate man — an intellectual man — a
man thoroughly fascinated by words and the life of the mind.”
And to himself the mystic said, “And from our view, also a dead man (from
the equator up).”
Remember, boys and girls: Travel doesn’t kill people, geography does.
* * *
A man with a hunting dog lived by a river, and the dog would continually
“point” to the river…and the man would continually try to go catch the
(The dog thought the man was an idiot.)
The “knowledge” that men ordinarily have of themselves is no more than
always after-the-fact, impotent, mental notations, and of no more usefulness
in the lives they actually lead than are x-rays in the treatment of the
broken bone pictured.
There was once a man who undertook the “study of himself.” He started out
studying his body, which produced no useful results. He then turned his
attention to the study of his mind, which at first seemed more promising,
but a promise which (after years of effort) was never fulfilled.
(He now wonders if he should have gotten a dog instead.)
One man went on a “non-buying” spree, that is, he refused to think any
routine thought that he hadn’t already thought before.
(“No new useless redundancy for me, thanks,” said he.)
Finally one day, after years of frustrating struggle, a man looked skyward
and cried out, “Please, if there be a God, help me deal with my mind!”
And a booming voice from nowhere responded by asking, “Did you say YOUR
And the surprised man replied, “Yes, dear God, my mind.”
And the voice then said, “Idiot — you still don’t get it.”
If a shout goes out, “There are forces at work that no one can explain,”
the ordinary all look outward — those who know, inward.
Only stupid stuff is held sacred —
things men can talk about.
The only justifiable excuse for an intelligent man to be thinking is if he
is thinking of new ways to think-about-thinking!
As he stood, surveying all of his back yard, a man thought, “Flowers do not
‘know themselves,’ and bees do not ‘know themselves,’ yet they bloom, they
fly, they fully live their lives; what is it with man that causes him to
believe that there is some sort of real importance to him ‘knowing
“And perhaps even ‘curiouser’ than that, just what the hell does he believe
that to actually mean?”
First man says, “I guess it could really be a struggle to ever recognize
just how stupid you are?”
To which a second man replies, “But something ever harder is to stop being
stupid once you realize it.”
And after thinking about this for a bit, the first man says, “That doesn’t
make any sense at all.”
And the second man says, “I know.”
Perceived only by the post-stupid is the fact that once you begin to think
(and hence become stupid) it is truly difficult after that to just up and
“I may be riding a disreputable ass, but it’s my ass! …It’s mine, I tell
you! It’s mine!”
(Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all think.)
* * *
First would-be mystic says, “I guess it’s really an unimaginable struggle to
ever fully realize just how asleep you are.”
To which one more experienced in the matter replies, “But something even
more fantastic is how hard it is to stop sleeping even after you’ve become
plainly aware of the condition.”
And the novice, after pondering this for a moment, says, “But that makes no
And the mystic just nods his agreement.
I thought perhaps some of you might enjoy this slightly verbally different
version of the earlier story. Some “would-be’rs” prefer such terms as
being “asleep” to simply being “stupid.” I can understand that, and can
respect– no strike “respect,” I went too far, I’m lying now. We’ll just
leave it at “I can understand that.” (Not that I like it — nor should
A man who takes no prisoners, has no prisoners.
* * *
For a while one man held the private position that “there is nothing worth
thinking about,” which he later revised to “if there is anything worth
thinking about, I’m not thinking about it!”
A man called a mystic on the phone and said, “I have always wanted to talk
And after the mystic said nothing in return, the man asked, “Did you hear
And the mystic bluntly replied, “Yes, I was waiting for you to say whatever
it was that you called me to say.”
And the man (momentarily flustered) finally blurted out, “Well…I guess I
mainly called just to tell you that you are my hero.”
And that being that, the mystic hung up.
The reason that mystics so seldom avail themselves of phones and other
communications equipment and technology is that they generally know how to
contact themselves directly.
…And having finally awakened, the mystic hung up — once and for all.
* * *
One man exclaimed, “I get so excited over the possibilities!”
(And please note:)
Being sufficiently “excited over the possibilities” creates new
Progress: “All Aboard! — Now Leaving On Track Nine!”
After life-long struggle to awaken, one man says he can now go extended
lengths of time and never think about it.
“All Aboard! — Now Leaving On Track Nine!”
Get To The Point!
A man asked a mystic what his primary teaching was, and he replied, “Be as
direct as possible.”
And the man retorted, “But you could have just said ‘be direct’ and made the
same point, but more directly.”
And the mystic came back, “And I could have jabbed my finger in your eye and
answered you even more directly than that!”
(And the man muttered, “Very funny,” under his bad breath as he walked
* * *
Okay, pull up your socks, tighten your belt, suck in that stomach, and
splash some water in your face. It’s time to FACE UP TO IT!
No matter what it’s about — talk’s just talk.
One Of Several Possible “Final Words” Regarding The Matter Of Idiocy
Any human who “takes” (that is, who thinks) life seriously is a certifiable
idiot (and worse).
And lastly (and not in manner unrelated), one man, involved in activity such
as this, says that he has about decided that one of the things he can do
most conducive to achieving his desired aim of awakening is to not treat the
matter with more solemnity than it deserves, to (in other words) handle it
pretty much as a natural part of ordinary, everyday life (as if it were in
any way possible for it to be otherwise). Hmmmmmm?
* * *