Born to Be Churned
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January 30, 1989
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Keywords = Ordinary knowlege takes the shape of it’s container
Nothing has value until moved or traded.
Jan Cox Talk 0451 ** January 30, 1989 ** 1:26
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :05
The full exchange value of anything, including energy, can never be fully realized, optimized, at its site of origin. Even debts are of no value to you unless they are moved; money has no value unless your are owed; you can’t owe yourself, another must owe you. There is a connection here to all maps being ad hoc. What can be done with an idea/discovery you have if it goes no further? Anything hoarded will lose even the potential value it may have had –like holding a royal flush in a poker game that in time becomes a pinochle game. There is a connection here also to not talking about yourself, not revealing what you know.
To move ideas it must be according to a continually ad hoc map, i.e., made up as you go: all terrain thinking”; going “off road”. This is not possible in the City. Like everything else, knowledge is matter, but it is in the liquid state, i.e., taking on the shape of its container. The thought always conforms to the thinker. That thinkers are of different shapes accounts for the pervasive “failure to communicate” in today’s parlance. Humanity is the boundary, the outline of all knowledge.
Life is continually feeding man disturbing info of “what could happen to you”. The more complex you are, the less possible it is to escape the “world news program”. Only Life could make up such news. Life constantly “churns everyone’s account” with what-could happen, to the extent that everything Life needs to happen does happen! Even a dishonest stockbroker’s constant churning of his accounts will sometimes payoff favorably to his clients due to the law of averages. Life always makes a commission on every transaction; an individual man may be ruined, another grow rich in Life’s churning of accounts. City accounts are made to be churned, will be and must be churned. But who will churn a Revolutionary Account? Life does not open such accounts, doesn’t need them or have time for their churning.
In the scenario of a man from the future (having the superior intelligence of his advanced time) trapped in the past because of a “time warp”, once he realizes that nobody in the time where he is imprisoned can help him in any way to return to his native time, due to their lack of intellectual capacity, why would he then even mention his plight to anybody?
And Kyroot Said …… ( 0451 )
No matter what you call it, somebody’s gonna call it
After sunrise all myths look the same.
In an act of what may have been “hopeful emancipation,” I
heard a chap declare that he was straight away giving all of his
possessions their freedom.
He who gets there first, is he least likely to burst.
Might any of you benefit if I hinted at a kind of Hierarchy
Of Contrasts, and offered the following “starter kit,” to wit:
Sex is to the Red Circuit as anger is to the Blue, and as
discovery is to the Yellow.
Don’t wrestle old men.
Seen from a certain angle, all of Life is a satire.
If necessary, a revolutionist will slay the same foe
thrice… and when necessary, he won’t.
“When it comes to abiding in either knowledge, or
ignorance,” said one fellow, “I am a true amphibian.”
Never trust a god who asks you what YOU think.
Why be a spare tire in someone else’s car.
To “back up” is to assault the more complex.
A voice announced, “The dumb are to no more be blamed for
their condition than are the blind for their sightlessness.” And
a second voice replied, “The hell you say,” and after a slight
pause added, “even if what you say IS so, it’s a sorry note to
One revolutionist said, “If I ever get caught up I’m
probably a dead man.”
Goodbyes are for sissies.
One ole city dude I used to talk to sometimes in the park
told me that he had one simple question he used whenever
confronted by intellectual show-offs and pretenders. He said
he’d just ask them, “What’s the price of sunshine?”
A revolutionist might be a person who doesn’t care that he
cares; who cares that he doesn’t care; who doesn’t care that he
doesn’t care, and who cares that he cares. (I said he MIGHT be.)
Completion undoes necessary knots; that is, success can ruin
the ordinary man.
Simply being IN the human race is no guarantee you’ll win a
A revolutionist’s thinking is his moat, his behavior the