Sleep Is Characterized as Consciousness Telling Incomplete Stories
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Consciousness not as a storyteller but as a scene screener or presenter; scenes, always about you—and it. The scene may contain others, but you are always the center—and it. The Few seek not to stop some scenes; they seek to end all scenes. Sleep is characterized by consciousness never telling a complete story; showing just fragmented scenes over and over. A complete story in consciousness is only possible in a man awakening. (38:04) #3188
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The Escapee’s Map To Everywhere
AUGUST 18, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX
(The first edition of Jan’s Daily News that appears around 7 AM EST in the U.S. is not necessarily the final version.)
At the Celebration Of Apparently Stable Reality,
the city, seated at the head of the banquet table, cried out:
“Bring to me men who are predictable in their speech; limited in their thinking;
devoted to their own self image and reticent in the pursuit of their real talents,
bring to me such men and then – then shall we gloriously feast in the manner of
the properly civilized!”
Whilst experiencing a peak moment of pique, a man decided:
“From this time forward I shall take out all of my frustrations on life!”
Then after second-thinking his self, he mused:
“Assuming that life hasn’t already beaten me to this move.”
One of the critical connections an ordinary man has with standard existence
is his interface with seriousness.
To survive in the city: the sillier a matter is, the more serious you need to take it.
For his dying words, one man had to say:
“We are now once again — as we’ve always been.”
One man notes:
“When you hear people describe the kind of person they are
it is often difficult to distinguish if they are telling or asking.”
“Good things come to those who wait.”
“Yeah – death!”
(Guess the headline should have read: “Conversation Involving An Old Sorehead.”) .
Once the nervous system rebel takes charge of his inner sanitation,
even his dumps aren’t for long in the dumps.
One chap’s words upon awakening:
“We are now once again – as we’ve always been.”
None save he who inwardly says this – understands this.
Wolves chew off their own foot only to escape a trap;
the nervous-system-rebel does to flee his illusory trapped self.
The ole man so advised the kid:
“Look at it like this: Even if reality isn’t your best friend,
it still controls who your best friends are.”
And this e-mail just in:
“I don’t think that much of what you refer to as advice should actually be called that. What d’ya say to that!?”
When you understand that everything zebras hear sounds to them like zebra,
you take this into account when speaking to them.
And someone then asks: “Should I employ this when speaking to myself?”
One man’s favored philosophy he sums up in this one word: “Oh.”
Regarding when thinking might be enough thinking, consider:
A plane can’t be too air worthy.
A common (and natural) trait in those who do not know where they are going is to say: “I know exactly where I am going.”
By this method do city buses and other conveyances, continue to run.
Being in prison does not keep consciousness from flying –
only from going places that can make it realize its confinement.
(And someone asks: “How come all this always works out so neat and tidy?!”)
Prison cells are nothing if not neat.
One day one man suddenly puzzled:
“If you were in prison – but weren’t aware of it – would you actually BE in prison?” —
but immediately got a headache and stopped the puzzling.
A speaker in city park roared to the crowd:
“Those who want power must seize power! – this is the only seemly approach!”
But he did not specify (as neither do men’s consciousness) whether he was
referring to matters in the physical world or in man’s unique intangible one —
which makes all the difference possible —
except that men’s ordinary consciousness doesn’t realize it does —
and so it doesn’t — to them and their consciousness.
“God! – there’s that great neatness again!”
The reason that Irony Airlines doesn’t fly to Istanbul is that in mathematics,
no number is foreign.
“Wait! – are you saying that if a man understood the words:
‘We are now once again as we’ve always been,’
he would be a living example thereof?”
Whenever he catches himself being serious about some intangible matter,
one man will sneer at himself: “Are you serious!?”
A father said to a son:
“There is a man who, when he highly approves of something, will exclaim: ‘Splen-differous!’ – a nonsensical, non existent word – yet everyone who hears it understands what he means.
I recommend that you ponder this severely, my boy.”
“And then we will talk later about it?”
“Perhaps, but the need for that will only occur if you do not do the proper pondering.”
“Ah! – you’ve toued my old ché.”
The speaker declared:
“Each man is an electrical outlet for a gigantic dynamo!”
And a chap in the crowd leaped to his feet and screamed:
“My god, that explains everything – I’ve blown a vital fuse!”
Two guys were talking and the first one said:
“Once contemporary philosophers become armed they will start to suffer
weapons envy,” and the second asked:
“Will that be an outgrowth of older territorial defensive instincts?”
and the first replied:
“That along with the fact that this is how the newer intangible realm exclusive to man naturally expands itself: Faustus & Noah grow ever fatter in the minds of the mired.”
They then both puckered their lips in a display of mental satisfaction as they again marveled at how life – through man – can simultaneously be what it first-and-forever-is along with what it next-and-eternally-will-be;
in this universe: life stuck – is life dead.
The mind of man: The only land wherein sunset and daybreak occur coevally.
And today’s News concludes with this most serious question:
What is the greatest fear of intelligent men? That they will have to face the truth.
(“That’s funny.” Not to them.)
A boy asked an older man: “Do you tell me all the things you do to drive me crazy?”
“Hey — you’re no son of mine — you’re nothing but a normal little nipper.”