A Real Explorer Never Takes This “You Business” Seriously
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#565 Nov 1, 1989 – 1:04
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :06. Metaphors are more than metaphors—they are part of something bigger. Business as metaphor. Only “Mom and Pop” businesses (middle class) have any concern for their image, that is, take the business as themselves. Established businesses of several generations remove from M & P origins are run by the “idle rich” who have no concern for image, only the bottom-line profits. They do not take themselves for the business and are thus immune from criticisms of it.
This process of becoming “idle rich” normally takes several generations, but the Real Explorer can become his own progenitors, can create in his own brain, “idle rich neurons” who don’t take the “you” business seriously, in his own lifetime. The Real Explorer jumps the generation gap imposed externally in life and is not obliged to take his business personally.
The “idle rich” are criticized by the lower classes for pursuing useless hobbies; the super idle rich can do one step better: can hire others to be idle as well, retain and support idlers around them to do their idling for them! Connection to Real Explorer have special abilities/talents which he does not use publicly.
Showbiz as metaphor. Are the offstage wings and backstage area dirty and uninspiring for the purpose of motivating the actors to greater performance? Connection to the backstage of ordinary intelligence; it is the primitive support for the pretense and brilliance of the performing stage (“wonderful, complex, me”). There is almost an inverse correlation between the backstage simplicity, dullness and dreariness, opposed to the scintillating footlights.
And Kyroot Said…
Native creatures trying to tell other natives to change
behavior native to them is not unlike a person telling a
territorially aggressive yard dog to “Take Sundays off.”
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The multifaceted dramas of the true explorer are not peopled
with ordinary heroes or routine villains, but are filled, and are
lived by, the men, women, ideas and forces who actually play out
our several scenes and speak our sundry lines.
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In this one zone I visited, one chap referred to activity
such as this as, “An Inside View Of The Inseam Of Life’s
Trousers.”
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In this one place I visited where they kept such accounts, I
read in their book of “World Records” a transcript of their
“shortest interview,” which went as follows: The interviewer
says, “We have with us today, Mr. So-and-So, whose unusual ideas
are now being widely discussed and debated. Welcome, Mr. So-and-
So.” “Hello,” he replied, and the interviewer continues, “Well,
first, before we actually get into your most provocative ideas,
will you tell us something of your background?” “No,” he
replies, and the interviewer says, “Thank you Sir, and that
concludes this interview.” (And oh, when I relayed this story to
an earthling, he said that that planet might actually someday
amount to something if they would also get rid of television,
radio, daydreams, nightmares and hair styling. I was afraid to
ask about hisù background.)
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Even those who dance with themselves must still pay a
portion of the cover charge.
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After a particularly stimulating reading interlude, one lad
gazed into the semi-depths of space and mused, “Wow, it would
have been great to actually be alive during the time of
Coleridge, Wordsworth and Tennyson.” And the voice of Lord
Alfred replied, “Aye, my boy, looking back on it now I think the
same thing.”
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There was this one star I once sojourned where even I did
not long tarry, when I discovered that all of their fairy tales
and heroic myths concerned people from marvelous kingdoms who
undertook the most strenuous adventures so as to travel to quite
plain and ordinary places.
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I relate this to you as usual, with no editorial comment
intended. A so-called “hero” of one constellation had as his
motto as follows: “Fuck bittersweet.” And really, the people
loved him.
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When asked his age one guy would say, “I’m part nineteen.”
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Really “good advice” is not stuff you gotta do, but good
stuff to know about.
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In some societies I’ve seen, all past generations live with
the present one. This includes those long expired. (And this
arrangement does not depend on the acquiescence of the living
lineage.)
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In some places, talking about something alwaysù makes it
sound more serious.
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One philosopher from that grasping galaxy recently stated,
“Having a nasty little habit is like having another partner in
the firm.”
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Poetic fluffery notwithstanding, if you wanna hold on to a
relationship forget “counting the ways I love thee.” Just forget
all about it.
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There was this one famous guy who was so into “humbleness”
that he wrote his autobiography under a pseudonym.
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The dreams potatoes have of heroes only come in two flavors
— those of super potatoes, and those of any other vegetable butù
potatoes. (Although this obviously has no mortal pertinence, I
do find it a quaint bit of tuber trivia.)
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One guy explained that in his attempt to “get his way” he
would oftimes act as though he were going to die. And a friend
opined that that wouldn’t really get you anywhere. And the guy
asked, “You mean dying, or acting like you’re gonna die?”
(You’re not waiting on an answer are you?)
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Piece of an unfinished dialogue: “Don’t look for morals
where none exist.” “And where might that be?” (Let me interrupt
here and note two possible responses to the question. One is:
“You figure it out,” and the other is: “Everywhere.” And now,
back to our show.)
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There was this partially refurbished chap who used to begin
many of his comments by saying, “I probably shouldn’t be telling
you this…” And then one day for absolutely no accountable
reason, he seemed to have taken his own advice.
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Just as evening was puttng out the gin and looking for the
olives, one dry chap intoned, “You know, there are some parts of
life I enjoy, and some I don’t.” And from the shadows a voice
replied, “You know, Life says the same about you.”
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