“I Knew That Already”–Common, Satisfying, but Inconclusive.
Condensed AKS/News Items = See Below
AKS/News Gallery = jcap 1989-09-01-(0603)
Summary = See below
Excursion / Task = See Below
Transcript = None
#603 Jan 31, 1990 – 1:10
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :06. A known position is a simplistic one. The better known a position is, the more simplistic it is. This is the basis of men saying “I knew that already”. Connection to the First Story (FS): “I knew that already” is a form of personal FS, one that people tell themselves constantly; it is satisfying but inconclusive. Everybody knows everything already or they could not take in energies, there would be no conduits for the energy to pass through. FS/words serve to keep man’s intellect ever alert, dull, expectant and complacent.
Note that all myths speak of a “day of judgment” involving punishment for transgressors. But the punishment always takes the form of granting, forever, some form of what people desire locally, e.g., one of the “seven deadly sins”. Like being burned in hell eternally with flames of greed, vengeance, lust etc. In effect it is the local moved to the universal level. This is the equivalent of one force triumphing completely over the others and is impossible.
All religions have their god saying “I am always with you” couched in terms giving it the feel of a beneficent option exercisable by god. But it is not an option; the god/genes of man are always with him without choice. The Real Revolutionist should ask himself whether it is profitable for him to continue to carry these simplistic genes around with him.
All religions also always insist that god created man “in his image”; again, what option is there? Note that any other image is inconceivable to man’s intellect. Thus it is “obvious” that man must be created in god’s image. Consider the reverse however: the god/genes perforce of 3-d reality must themselves conform to the human image that they are creating. This is a revolutionary alternative beyond the mere reversal that man creates the gods.
For New People: neuralize what punishment is –think up more punishments that exemplify the local moved to the universal.
Also, an “unsolicited holiday gift” from J.—nicotine-based hobbies cut down on the amount of oxygen reaching the brain; smoking, after a certain point in the progress of a Real Revolutionist, begins to destroy the production of AMV12.
And Kyroot Said…
On this one quite swift little planetoid there’s a guy who I
predict may finally give prognostication a good name (albeit with
a certain twist): His “headline/come-on” is as follows: “Tell
me what’s going on already, and I’ll tell you it’s significance.”
After being shown an X-ray, a CAT-scan, and a full length
color Polaroid of his own brain, this one chap stepped back and
said, “Oh no, you’re not getting me in one of those things.”
On his interplanetary travels this one little scholar would
ofttimes read a scrap of paper his father had handed him the day
of his first departure. It said, “A trick shot in Tulsa ain’t
shit in Sheboygan,” and for some reason, he’d always feel better
for a little while.
All gods are born pagan, but once they become civilized they
buy suits, get married, and just generally “blow it.” …(No
one’s really interested in a grown-up-god.)
A corset adjuster I supped with accidentally on that glazed
planet told me that to keep a clear distinction to himself
between his “factual knowledge” and his “opinions” he called them
both the Maxwell Brothers.
If the irrelevant is not meaningful to you, then you’re part
OF the irrelevant.
This one person recently wrote me and said he’s certain that
he has at least partially “found me out”… he says that anyone
who can simply “play around with words” like I do can seem to be
intelligent… part of the fun in being found out is in being
partially found out.
In another place exists an unusual travel agent who sells
one-way tickets. You may ask, “What’s unusual about that?”, so
let me tell you the dual singularities of the enterprise. First,
they sell ONLY one-way tickets, and second, the tickets are
guaranteed to be unconditionally, absolutely, irreversibly — ONE
After years of concern and much reflection regarding the
kid’s active physical life, yet inattention to his intellectual
growth, the father one day grabbed him firmly by the shoulders,
looked him deeply in the eyes, and said, “Son, you can exercise
all you want to.”
Along with his patent application, he enclosed a cover
letter that said, if needed, he had in his basement a full
working model of Jonathan Swift.
Talk is what humans do while awaiting their next assignment.
This one out-of-towner — and I mean seriously out-of-town
— said that what he finds most unusual about life here is that
in the sequence of “fear – myth – ritual” earth men run it
Although scorned and rebuked, the power of cliches is such
that every aspiring intellectual star must therewith do some
When this one guy discovered that a song called “Precious
Memories” made him cry, well, that was all he needed to know.
An anachronistic myth is no big deal… In fact, one myth
said, “Wow — I’m so far out of sync I think I’ll become a
And still this other guy I met (who says his goal is to
“write a column,” and if that doesn’t work out, to BE one) after
looking thoughtful for awhile propounded the following: said he,
“Those who continue to confuse fear and good-taste will at least
always have something to be afraid of.”
For those in a hurry and with real good ears, the world’s
shortest moralistic fable — ten words, “The panting dog said,
‘You think I LIKE chasing cats?'”
In a striking display of enthusiasm, if not electrified
bile, one ole sorehead shouted out, “OK, all you ‘forty-watters’,
if there IS any basis for believing in the benevolence of fate
and the serendipity of chance, why don’t we ever just
‘accidentally’ spell a real hard word correctly?”
One well-honed father, in an attempt to encourage and in a
coup de maitre of condensation, said to his son, “Why sweat it?
Just look at this as a prelude to the conclusion.”
While over in Bill’s Bar, you know, over on Bill’s Planet, I
overheard the following conversation: This one guy says, “I
heard that over on Francine’s Planet they’ve banned erasers,
apologies, delete keys, and correcting tape.” And his inbibbling
companion retorted, “Hell, why didn’t they save time and just
OK, I’ll admit it… I’ll even say it for you — it’s hard
to plan for a revolution.