Ambiguity Exists Because the Brain Is Growing
AKS/News Item Galley = jcap 1989-06-09 (0566)
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#566 Nov 3, 1989 – 1:06
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :05. Man’s intelligence cannot receive enough of the energy/info spectrum to alleviate his feelings of irony in life. Everything he sees eventually becomes inexplicably changed to the point of irony. Among the ideas man has, such as ‘evil’, to explain/identify this apparently involuting, devoluting force, is that of “the great deceiver”. This concept makes all things possible, explains all untoward behavior between men, i.e., enemies are “being deceived” by devolutionary forces.
The human intelligence as it is now cannot discern between truth and error. Example of a ‘spy’ loitering around a military base who gives an apparently honest explanation for his behavior as merely doing his duty as a good citizen to keep an eye out for rumored spy activity. This ambiguity is unavoidable and irritating to ordinary intelligence, which seeks guidance, a criterion against which to decide and separate truth from error. Never is the idea of an incomplete reception of energies by the brain thought of as the culprit behind human ambiguity.
An ‘economy-sized giant example’ of man’s incapacity to receive an additional dimension of energy/info: geneticists who in every statement of latest findings show man to be an absolute captive of his genes, and Life’s total control/manipulation of him, yet decrying continually the folly of believing this is so. The brain simply cannot make the final-step realization and acceptance of what it is forced to say in many smaller ways. Ambiguity exists because the brain is growing—not a dead-end structure—and is continually picking up new information which destroys its stable reality construct.
And Kyroot Said…
Proverbs without apparent morals are something more than
A fellow admired by some has stated that an activity without
a specific aim is like a sports car without a radio.
A kid voice says, “Gee, Pop, it’d’a been great to live
during the Renaissance,” and the reply said, “Well, why don’t
After hearing a prolonged and vicious debate over the
question of the separation of church and state, one guy walked
off muttering about the unnoticed separation of brain and
In areas where it is commonly known that “more talk makes
things sound more serious,” it remains so even when noted that it
can also trivialize.
In that shady library just over there, a fellow suddenly
stood up and exclaimed, “Reading history is like taking a trip
without going anywhere.” And from up in a tree another voice
added, “Hell, reading anything about, or by anyone else, is like
not going anywhere twice.”
A certain irritable critic on that upstart world over there
recently pronounced that poetry was intended as an “exclusive
boutique for the insightful,” but has become a “goodwill store
for the out-of-work whiners.”
On an up-and-coming planet in the middle systems is a school
of philosophy whose leader says deals in “ideas that leave no
One recent refugee was heard to say that sometimes he ran
thoughts so fast through his brain that they hydroplaned.
I have discovered that more and more solar systems have
secretly adopted as their motto, “The Only Good Change Is No
One rather loud, but testy gentleman declares that the
principle trouble with being a trend setter is the sudden
appearance of followers who all want to sit on your trend.
Apparently quite pleased with some of his linguistic
gymnastics, one fellow cried out, “I treat words as though
juggling daggers.” And a spectator voice rejoined, “And the
pleasure might be all that increased for us if you would treat
you as though a hemophiliac.”
Having the down payment is no assurance that you’ve got the
One fellow rang up his own brain, and said, “Hi, I’m calling
about that vacancy.”
One of the Court Ministers, in his public comments, often
referred to, “The turning point,” until the king corrected him by
noting that he should say, “A turning point.”
In a somewhat commercial mood, one recent individual moaned,
“Looking back over my life makes me seasick.”
When things did not go well, this one soul would vigorously
swear out, “Fig pits, ah, fig pits,” ’til one day someone pointed
out to him that figs didn’t have pits, and he said, “I know,
that’s what I mean.”
One warm thinker proposed, “Life is a concept.” And an
associate retorted, “Life is an advertisement.” (They later put
their two ideas together and damn near came up with something.)
Boy, don’t you just hate talking about it.
In the future, all real artists will burn their own work.