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Jan’s Posted Daily Fresh Real News
Reviving That Which Is Only Dormant In The Few Since 1833
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PROBATE OF THE MIND’S ESTATE
IS NEVER COMPLETED —
THE THING WON’T STAY DEAD
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JANUARY 8, 2003 © 2003: JAN COX
A father told a son: “Here are the physical parts you can have fun with:
your stomach (through eating), your genitals (by sex),
and your muscles (via exercise and rest),”
and after it became obvious he was finished, the boy said:
“Aren’t you leaving something out?”
“Just checking your alertness.”
At a makeshift stand just outside the city was a sign:
“Available Here: Laxatives For The Mind,”
but none of the urbanites ever ventured out to check it out — all thinking it a joke.
When he thought no one would overhear,
one man admitted that he would not normally get in bed with unadorned reality —
unless maybe he was out of town…and no one knew him….and all the lights were out.
A father told a son: “Although getting older can make you physically feel older
it is no excuse for thinking older………..you know, I’m sorry I said that, for in so doing
I inadvertently admitted something.”
Anytime you say something about people in general,
and think about its application to you individually,
you admit something — something quite at odds with the certain man’s goal.
If you tell others what you are going to do you tell a man who knows what is going on that you do not know what you are doing.
When an ordinary mind speaks-its-mind
it tells way more about itself than it intends or realizes. (“Whoa! — watch it, Willie!”)
A man writes the Health Doctor:
“What do you call it when you’re feeling all right, and then start coming apart,
but pull yourself back together, only to start feeling like you’re falling apart again?”
“Roller Derby? — Demolition Derby? The Brown Derby? (I’m just guessing here.)”
If you ridicule ordinary people it’s proof you’re one of them.
Feelings of superiority in the mind have to do with one thing only — stupidity
(likewise displays of humility).
When he would find himself feeling drag-ass, wanting to aloud whine,
and primed to employ some socially suffered caviling
such as the one about, being-under-the-weather,
this one man would disrupt the projected proceedings by saying instead to himself:
“Well at least it’s a step up from being back in Nose Hair, Alabama under a ’57 Chevy.”
A father told a son:
“If you use ice water to make coffee it will give it a decidedly sweeter taste,”
and the next day after the boy tried it and agreed it was true,
the elder told him that he had just made it up, and added:
“In the world of unimportant things, anything man can say works — will work,”
and the lad understood that this was referring to the world of thoughts.
One man says: “After many years of deep reflection I initially decided that life,
as perceived by the mind of man,
is unquestionably a metaphor for something other than what he takes it to be;
but something about that conclusion eventually began to bother me,
and I resorted to a dictionary, which refined my thinking by defining a metaphor as something that means something other than what it is,
and a symbol as something that both means what it is AND something else —
and it suddenly hit me:
life as described in men’s thoughts is a symbol for something else, not a metaphor,
and realizing that has spurred my understanding far, far beyond its earlier position.”
If thoughts had to wait for conclusive proof for anything,
there would be none of what man calls, facts
whereas the mere existence of an act is its total verification,
and a son asked his father:
“So what would it do for me if I began considering my thinking as nothing but an act?”
For a while, one man adopted a slogan regarding his mind: “Don’t bug me!’
but as he enlarged, changed it to: “Don’t bug me with slogans,”
and a father said to a son:
“Look on the flashier side:
if the bad guys can’t win, at least neither can the good ones —
a fact which chewed on regularly, could eventually bring you to your senses,”
and one man says he suspects that those claiming to be seeking
some sort of Enlightenment are simply people who worry over things too much —
now had he said, “certain things” — but, hey! — look on the glitzier side:
if the persistent destructive fears of man don’t come true,
at least neither will his ditzy ones of being saved.
A man who-knows could have one wooden leg,
but would never let his good one mention it.
“But what about not letting his false one say anything either?!” —
— just checking your alertness.
The Head Priest of one city one day announced: “It is my authoritative belief that
we are all but partial men” which brought to the people — great relief……(okay, partial),
and one man says: “I suspect that those who say they are working to achieve
some sort of Liberation are merely people who will not face up to the inevitable,”
to which someone responded:
“Perhaps, but how about the possibility that they have seen it,
and reacted to it in a non standard manner?” at which point a third party injected:
“But how can an ordinary observer discern the difference?”
which then caused the area of the man’s mind which first spoke to exclaim:
“The rest of you — shut up! and let me think about this!”
The devil is not a busy man, but rather a serious one —
— that’s all it takes to get his job done.
A son asked a father:
“What is the difference between a man with absolutely nothing to do,
and a man who wants to know what is really going on in life?”
and as the elder seemed to be pondering this, the lad suddenly blurted:
“Just checking your alertness!”
One man wants to know why it is so hard to pretend to be aggressive,
but so easy to do so being submissive?
The ordinary mind tells ordinary men that they are each one, sui generis,
and damn if they don’t accept it.
On a highway of naught but red cars, how can any one of them distinguish itself
save by becoming a critic of all things crimson.
Feelings a man has in the mind of his uniqueness are based on one thing only —
— stupidity.
J