Thinking in Time Makes More Room to Think in Space
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#580 Dec 6, 1989 – 1:06
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :06. “Limited” future vs. “loose” future. The loose future is an area of escape of Life’s endemic demands of men. Limited future is a response in accord with habit/genetic necessity produced by Life in man for its own health. Any other kind of response is an anomaly and will not produce progeny, will not grow into a genetic strain. The ordinary future is a “shared” future, where things “run their course”; limited future is assumed by people to be true freedom, that “anything” can happen, but it is not freedom since the ‘anything’ is so often annoying.
The Real Revolutionist can avoid the shared, limited future by internal abandonment of the pandemic, universal demands made by Life, by not allowing things to run their course internally because that is annoying and New Intelligence will not put up with what is annoying. The ordinary don’t even know what is annoying and what is not despite their statements otherwise. The loose future has no grand design for humanity. Loose future is based on thinking that is more in time than in space; New Info is readily available to temporal-based thinking. This is to in effect think outside of the five senses because there is no sense yet in man that can think in time. Thinking in time makes more room for thinking in space.
And Kyroot Said…
This one semi-interesting chap I recently encountered
confidently confided to me, “Hey, if Life really wanted you to
change, Life’d make you change.”
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Over in another satellite zone I ran across an outpost whose
activities, I must assume, were reflected in a sign posted just
outside their camp which said, “The Interrogation, And If
Necessary, Torture Of Information.”
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“Sometimes, when out in the wilds alone, I think I can
almost hear Nature speaking to me.” “And what does she say?”
“Could you move over a bit, you’re blocking my view.”
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One father gave his son the following musical (I guess)
advice, “If you’ve got a cheap organ, look for a cheap band.”
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Once, after a particularly frustrating bout of mental
incompetency, one guy thought, “If my brain ever got as hard as
my pecker, I’ll be a sight to behold.” And “local-conditions,”
overhearing this, commented, “If it ever does, big boy, come up
and see me sometime.”
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Why settle for mere “brown-and-serve” brains?
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In case you’ve never looked at it in this perspective, no
conversions are necessary inasmuch as in a three dimensional
atmosphere all information is already digital.
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Overheard in another, more easterly time zone, “My friends,
my dear, dear friends, I’m so pleased to be here that I almost
wish I were actually here.”
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In most places, gazing off into the distance can make you
look intelligent, except for this one world where they’ve moved
the far-away up real close.
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Least you tend to get too complacent or cynical, do remember
this: Those who have a motto, need a motto.
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One promising lad, obviously suspecting that even in a
limited dimensional world possibilities still exist, developed as
his initial maxim the following, “The proof is in the pudding, or
else in the sauce.”
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In this one cosmic territory, all of their intellectual
recipes begin thusly, “First, clear off the counter completely,
then break three extra large brains…”
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Between meltdowns this one fellow bemused, “Hah, I’ve got it
all figured out now, the fun’s in the failin’.”
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I overhead this one up-and-coming lad say that his current
project was in constructing a fire wall for his mind.
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Dead men have no assassination theories.
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When in the grips of one of his secretive moods, this one
chap would wink at his sister and say, “Corduroy’s the last
place they’ll look.”
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Every time his inner vehicle would overheat, this neat,
near-beat little ole timer wold sing out, “Bless-my-aunt-Tilda,
I’m just a symptom of my former self.”
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The latest motto I’ve run across in my travels was in that
cosmic stretch over to our east-almost. It comes from a brash
band of highly charged chargers (and not several of them even
have it tattooed on their semis) and it goes, “Begin Until
Finished.”
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One gentleman, upon preparing to wind himself up mentally to
approach a particularly perplexing question, spoke unto himself
thusly, “I say, normally I wouldn’t bring this up, but…” And
his brain interrupted and said, “My name’s not Normally.”
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You can either be entertained by man, (Secondary), by
Nature, (Primary), or by yourself — extraordinary!
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