Crude as Dirt … A Metaphor ?
Sept 2, 1988
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0387 Jan Cox Talk
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Duration = 62min
Kyroots to 6:23 read by RH and LB
Suggested title = CRUDE AS DIRT… A Metaphor?
Continuing thoughts from talk 386 on the metaphor of the endless beltway. One of the several Kyroots that introduce this talk …”Everything that most people do is an excuse”
Tricked by the metaphor:
One of the mental traps that causes us to live in a state of constant excuses is that man in the CITY is obsessed with metaphorical comparisons. Man constantly searches for connections between the unconscious mind (that of the single person) and the art, architecture, culture ,etc.(that of the whole race). He is always trying to see how “in here” is like “out there”. What he fails to see is that this is not “sort of like” or “kind of like” but that it is. One man’s inner life is the external life of all men. There is no “living metaphor” because no metaphor is necessary. In THIS you must be able to understand that the history of all men is in the genes of each man. This thought is not clear to us because the CITY makes what should be obvious into the obscure and makes the obscure into the obvious. This is the tricky trick …. Nobody can see anything directly.
What’s the point?
If you could actually see what IS, what would be the need for metaphor? This would put a stop to the constant analyzing of everything because there would be nothing to analyze. Things actually indicate what they are. We are blind to this because of the con game of life. And this con game like all con games, is crude. No matter how elaborate the presentation base level, it is still the same old crude con and beliefs like that, make you the most vulnerable ……” being mugged without a gun”.
Nothing is like anything else:
Life is not “like a dance “…. Life is not “like a ball game “. Life IS a dance Life IS a ball game. Every mood, every dream, every piece of architecture is REAL LIFE, but in our attempt to explain we begin to use metaphors for everything. All of this is actually fueled by a genetic scheme that has always been there. Our brain is not engineered to register or hold this concept because there is a spilt in our awareness. We have a bifocal consciousness. To supersede this condition we must realize that nothing is LIKE anything else, because everything IS everything else.
[35:00)Division by two :
All of man’s conceptions of life or himself are based in a division by two … Man number 1 and Man number 2. All of Man number 1’s interests are of his plans . “Where am I going?” “How will I get there?” Man number 1’s path is that of the HIGHWAY. This outlook can come from his present circumstances or be stimulated by new interests.
Man number 2’s interests are of his condition. “How am I doing?” “What am I thinking?” “What am I feeling?” This is the path of the VEHICLE . This outlook can come from the stimulation of life changes, health etc.
Both of these divisions can be actual people and their life outlook or different moods within one’s self. In the CITY these are clean divisions and there is no overlapping. A true REVOLUTIONIST, however, must be able to merge these two. He must be able to see them as the same thing. He must do this because they are THE SAME THING. Simply put …your plan is your condition and your condition is your plan.
[45:00] Let’s flip on that:
Man sees everything divided into two. But, there is no such thing as a “one sided” coin. Heads and tails are the same coin. This is a continuation of the “I” and “not I” theme . Everything is seen as an alternative not an opposite to an alternative. We have to realize that the alternatives are the same thing.
68:00 – End.
Neuralize which force dominates your interests …. Your plans or Your condition.
And Kyroot Said…
Could a Real Revolutionist use the idea of having a house
that seemed almost “un-lived in” internally? He himself, leaving
almost no trace OF himself IN himself?
With ordinary, 3-D consciousness, you can never measure the
infinite, or the too vague.
Sign in the City, “Dozen Roses, $5.95, or $9.95,” and the
guy asks the difference. “Four dollars a dozen,” is replied.
“Yeah, I know that, but what’s the difference in the roses?”
“None,” comes the reply, “same roses, it’s just that you can
either pay $5.95 or $9.95.” As I have said befour, if not five,
there MAY be hope for the City yet.
I heard that one City organization had as its motto the
following, “Help for the living, hope for the dead.” I think
I’ll withhold comment until someone reverses this credo.
Everything that most People do is just an excuse.
Anyone in the City who seriously proclaims how “impressed
they are” with the intelligence of some other City-ite is, if I
may re-turn a phrase, pretty easily im-damned-pressed.
The 11th Commandment Of The Bushes: Don’t be wasteful.
Even should your efforts seem useless or unnecessary, don’t be
Read in a City book the following statement: “A single,
large vice in a Man is apt to keep out many smaller ones,” but
how about my addendum: Big — I mean REALLY big vices may just
keep a Man from noticing lesser ones. For instance, who today
remembers Attila’s simply dreadful habit of always interrupting
Should you prefer to be met by a friendly experience or a
hostile theory? Too easy?… o.k., try it this way: Would you
prefer to dance with an adversarial theory, or a pleasing
experience? (Call me nothing, if not agreeable, flexible and not
after eleven p.m.)
“I’ll never trust another robin as long as I live,” cried a
Man simply DESPERATE for suffering and disappointment.
A certain City intelligentsia overheard rebuffing his scion,
“If the Golden Age of Greece were alive today, what would it have
to say about you.”
Any particular goods are not really your hobby if, by once
possessing them, they lose their value and desirability.
‘Twas once said that, “only on the edge of the grave can a
Man become conclusive,” but I say, “Only on the edge of
conclusion does a Man become grave.”
One City guy was always saying, “They should put me intha
book… they should put me intha book…” and finally his wife,
and some of his friends pointed out that there WAS no book about
guys like him so then he began to always be saying, “They should
write tha book… they should write tha book…”
If questioned on the matter, even superficially, do you
believe that ANYbody would claim to have meant EVERYthing they
There is a certain phenomenon that cosmologists and others
have yet to discover in City affairs, which is that some things
which appear retreating are, in fact, advancing.
Never trust a god with call-waiting.
One ole City guy said, “Life ain’t nothing but chaos put in
One City scientist recently stated, “What’s scary is that
theoretically your genetic makeup knows everything, and feels
everything that all of humanity has ever gone through,” and a
Revolutionist thought, “Theoretically, indeed.”
Theoretically: The supreme adverbial cop-out.
When the final history of Man is writ, there’ll be a LOT of
explaining to do.