The Complex Consumes the Simple
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June 15, 1989
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Summary
Jan Cox Talk 0506 – Jun 15, 1989 ** – 1:14
Notes by TK
The complex ultimately consumes the simple…via talk. This may not seem so when seen at the ordinary pace/duration of a person’s lifespan; e.g., anthropologist expert on primitive cannibals being eaten by same. But at a larger scale the primitive, the simplistic is doomed. In The Dialogue, always one of the partners is being consumed by the other or The Dialogue could not take place, the same voice would always be on the stage. The old intelligence is based on a one-lifetime view of things. The Real Explorer must accelerate this pace, must extend his awareness beyond a one-lifetime viewpoint.
There is a new equation for the tempo of one man’s lifetime: Time = Pressure / New Intelligence. In words: a man’s sense of time is equal to the general, ambient intellectual pressure of being alive—the healthy tone of muscle structure—divided by New Intelligence. The greater is New Intelligence, the greater amount of time available, as it is effectively compressed and more of it fits into the same space. The pressure of being alive is necessary in the City but counterproductive to the Real Explorer. New Intelligence effectively reduces the pressure.
Once a system is operative efficiently it appears to be out of control, taking on its own tastes, hungers, and aims. It takes on a life of its own which then seems at odds with a man’s individual, personal one-lifetime view of things. Things must be this way or no attempts to change could occur. A man’s personality itself is such an efficient system; it is splendidly efficient as the criticism of it is itself the final completion and turn-key in its operation.. A man’s attack and complaint of himself or any system is an unknowing call for less efficiency. The simplistic is less efficient for Life.
Reprise of: “How wonderful not to want anything” (said in Bushes) and the same instant “How tragic not to want anything” is said by an intelligent City-dweller.