The Non-Hostile Humor of This Thing Is Laughter at the Species..
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AKS/News Gallery = jcap 1989-09-18 (0610)
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#610 ** Feb 16, 1990 ** – 1:04
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :06. There is an ultimate similarity between all positions of the labor spectrum—as food, fuel and energy exchange medium for Life. Both extremes exist in your nervous system along with the mediating transition between. New Intelligence leaves each extreme to its own job function without interference.
The New Creation Myth would speak of the “truth” and the “Inclusive Truth” (IT). The IT brings in all known factors of an energy exchange. It includes the Not-I portion of the I + Not-I = Everything, equation. Thus the Real Revolutionist incorporates apparently antagonistic viewpoints in with his own. To do this brings about a pleasurable chemical reaction for both participants in the exchange, or at least will cost the Real Revolutionist nothing.
The IT energy statement is much closer to the universal than to the local reality. It is closer to man the species than man the individual. It is a hands-on example of hearing “multiple knocks” at the door. For the Real Revolutionist all feelings requiring talk, must be dealt with on the basis of the IT; that is the only profitable way to talk about feelings. To bring in the other’s ‘truth’ is not to lie or evade responsibility, it is simply inclusive. A “lie” is merely a particular form of the energy exchange channel. The IT allows the only basis for “forgiving enemies”; it allows the possibility of profitable use of those who have “mistreated” you.
The non-hostile humor of This Thing is laughter at man the species, including the laugh-er. All other humor is at the expense of some individual man: the Not-I of the equation rather than the Everything. Non-hostile humor is profitable for the brain chemistry of a Real Revolutionist.
And Kyroot Said…
All would-be prognosticators might note this: The future
does give some warning of its approach in that it is always
From the head of the Fantasmological Food and Drug
Administration comes this bulletin: “Many ideas, once
verbalized, begin a process of immediate decay.”…. “Hey Pop,
did he say ‘many’?” “Yeah kid, ‘many,’ like in most… ‘many’
like in all… ‘many’ like in don’t-talk-about-it’.”
According to that downtown bookstore over on that
supplemental world, this season’s best seller is a little number
entitled “The Making Of A Saint; How To Deplete Your Testosterone
All profit-&-loss transactions are basically humorous and if
you find one that’s not, you may rest assured it would cost you
One history waved its arm in dismissal and scoffed, “Myths
— Hah! Just let me at ’em.”
One small father took his child aside on the playground and
said, “Don’t tell other children that your god can whip their
god.” And the ripe little nipper replied, “Ah, so as to clearly
evidence a sophisticated outlook and an expansive tolerance?”,
and the pater explained, “No, it’s just that it could later prove
The first critic declared, “The difference between fiction
and non-fiction is in the matter of expectation.” And the second
one replied, “The difference is in the question of need.” And
critic tres injected, “Nay, the difference will be found to be
history.” Enter the announcer’s voice, “This concludes our real,
simulated example of the difference between fiction and non-
fiction.. if you expect the need to arise for additional
clarification, take two years, and call me in the morning.
After reading about certain practices other people performed
regarding their departed kin, this one fellow said to himself,
“Wow, I wish I could speak to my ancestors and say, “Hi!”, and
himself replied, “Hi.”
Whilst reading about meetings and discussions involving some
of the intellectual giants of his day, this one guy discovered
such episodes described as a “gathering of eagles”… “A
gathering of eagles,” he repeated and savored the phrase several
delightful times, and forthwith decided that henceforth whenever
he as just off kind of intellectually noshing with and to himself
he would call that an “assemblage of pigeons.”
In one state I visited, the “long march of civilization” was
defined as the “untidy attempt to flee the word ‘do’.”
After this one god’s accountant advised him as to certain
“financial difficulties” he was having, he announced, “Well, we’ll
just have to start opening up life an hour earlier for a while.”
On this one world, men learn to say “One,” not because of
its significance, but only so that they may later say, “Two.”
Advising his son on earthly matters, one father said, “When
the investment is cheap, the upkeep is dear, and when the former
is otherwise, the situation still ain’t much better.”
A man with a gun can diagnose himself.
What’s to become of a man who outlives all of those he
wanted to impress?
This one chap stopped by to tell me that he is not currently
prepared to undertake any new efforts to expand his intellectual
horizons until he has a good, up-to-the-minute aerial photo of
the lay of his present mental land.
There are times when there is “nothing to be said”; such
times have not reached this planet.
Over in the Great University’s park, I overheard a couple of
older gents talking about their future and their time of
retirement, and one of them said that what he’d like to do is,
after his final days of work, is to take out his brain, and,
carrying it in his hands, begin to walk off in no particular
direction, but to just keep going until he came to a place where
the people look at the glob in his hands and ask, “What is that?”
And there is where he would stop and stay.
Holding him briskly by the ears, a father said to his son,
“My own blessed father often told me, ‘The philosopher who sups
with a king dilutes his own wine,'” and the lad replied, “Isn’t
dear grandfather now for several years, dead?” And the elder
nodded, and the kid continued, “Then, precious Pa Pa, may we not
begin to ignore the rantings of the old fart?” And suddenly the
father beamed with bemused and thirsty enlightenment.
Hey look. For the revolutionist, it’s not a matter of, “the
time for excuses being over.” — Hey, it never happened.