Talk Is What People Engage in “Between Assignments”
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#604 Feb 2, 1990 – 1:07
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :08. Two good examples of the real pertinence of words: weather and economic forecasting. It’s a known fact by any reasonably intelligent person with any memory capacity that no one can predict the future; but note that everyone nevertheless listens intently to all such prognostication. The forecasts are given out as meaningful info, as fact per se; the info is obviously flawed yet people react to it, base their behavior on it.
Why? Because the words are not accomplishing what people think they are; they are preface for succeeding energy. Talk is what people engage in “between assignments”, in the gaps where people don’t know what to do or say. The whole point is not the content of the words, it is the stimulation of energy they engender.
Immediately after the creation of “triplets” in J.’s possible creation myth comes “the wars”, the struggle between multiple dimensions/measurements. Ordinary religious creation myths have only “the war” involving only two combatants (good and evil). Two combatants is equivalent to the FS/first story, which is an inconclusive (although appearing otherwise) palliative for ordinary intelligence, i.e., a stop-gap between assignments.
“The wars” are the necessary inconclusive activity without which man would have no personality, no “I” of intellect. “I” = the wars. The wars are the ancestors of even the gods. Also, without spies and traitors, the wars could not continue. All ambiguities, uncertainties, broken promises, self-defeating activity, self-inflicted wounds internal neural spies and traitors.
And Kyroot Said…
The first voice said, “One manner of approaching this is to
‘treat all differences the same’,” and the alternative voice
asked, “Did you say ‘treat all differences the same’? or ‘treat
them as though they were the same’?” And the initiating voice
exclaimed, “Finally! — You got something right the first time
When spatial systems examine themselves who shall diagnose
One chap was so intellectually self-assured that whenever he
met fortune tellers, he expected them to pay him to read his
One of the forward elders said to his younger, partially
adopted cousin, “Forget about arthritis and impotency, the way to
recognize the advancement of aging is in that your myths become
brittle.” …(Several hours later the youngster said, “I’m
suspecting you meant that you begin to take your myths
literally?” And the un-youngster replied, “That is precisely
what I said, thank you.”)
Everything’s a preface.
Last Tuesday, Talent Night at that little club over on the
hot planet, one young sorehead mosied up to the mike with his
fairly trusty guitar and announced, “I’d like to sing this little
number I just recently writ. I call it, “You Ain’t Really Got
The Blues ‘Til You’ve Even Run Out Of Bad Luck!” …(And then he
said, “It goes like this” — and he was right.)
In several ways, on many days, some people hold their bank
balance as their myth.
If direction is irrelevant, what does that say about the
pertinence of dimensions? …and he added: Is there nowhere to
turn to? Yes. Is there no place to go? Certainly. Is there no
one to cling to? Why sure — but don’t stand so close…
One concerned parent found it necessary to constantly
reassure the child that “the humidity has nothing to do with
one’s I.Q.,” when he knew it was a damn lie.
A freelance jester at one revolutionist camp, one evening
danced the following rhyme:
“Why be a fanatic
In matters somatic?
Also, OTHER wise,
As you might surmise.”
…Oh yeah, a few weeks later, when he was feeling greater, he
offered up this one (in what seems to be self-referral-meter):
“When poetry turns to prose,
I always holds my nose.
The offense I hope to quell
To my verbal sense of smell.
The special made mundane,
Inclines me to brain pain.
And while my rhymes are hot,
I think right here I’ll discontinue them.”
If you have any tendencies to be ugly, getting in a human
hurry only exacerbates them.
Artifacts don’t mean much to one with no interest in the
past. …and Kyroot said: Over near this other star… oh, ok,
I’ll give you the kiddy — I mean, vegetarian — version:
History don’t frighten those not interested in history. …(Now,
are you satisfied?)
A large publishing house on one small planet had on their
staff a number of writers who, for each new book, were
responsible for producing an Introduction setting forth what the
work was to contain and how the author was to execute it, then
under another name, the same staff scribe would write an Epilogue
detailing from various views how the author had failed to meet
the promise and expectations set forth in the Introduction.
At one place, in one future, they no longer issue citations,
or even warning tickets, for “Thinking Too Fast.”
One thin little fellow, in an apparent ephemeral burst of
confessional enthusiasm declared, “If the human mind was a three
ring circus, I’d be spending most of my time running around
hollering, ‘Hey, where’s my other two rings?'”
All categories are an illusion… wait, let me be a bit more
exact: All categories are a necessary illusion… well, why not
be even more specific: All categories are a necessary,
There is a poison that develops in the too oft retelling of
On this one world, when the creatures become old enough to
stabilize their myths into a deity, they referred to their’s as
“The God Of The Second Chance,” which gave all the other myths
their best laugh in years.
Man cannot predict the future for man IS the future.
Don’t poison the snakes if you plan reptile for lunch.
…(This may seem obvious enough to some, but there are those
who suffer from a dangerous lack of “brain-stomach coordination,”
[in an intellectual sense, of course].)
On one real certain and real obvious day, one of the older
guys told one of the younger ones, “Remember, if you wanna feel
good all you gotta do is make someone else feel bad,” and the kid
thought, “I always wondered if you were really my father, and now
If all you know is what is of personal significance, then
what you know is of no significance.
As he conclusively departed this plane, one revolutionist
shouted back, “Life can be understood, but not explained.”