Jan Cox Talk 0620

Secondary Activity Must Encroach on Primary Level Roots


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AKS/News Gallery = jcap 1989-10-11 (0620)
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#620 Mar 12, 1990 – 1:06 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :08. The scenario of a totally fabricated financial analysis/forecast nevertheless gaining a real audience and effecting actual reaction/behavior demonstrated that talk is not a meaningful conveyance, but preparative for more talk. Made-up news would do no more or less damage vis-à-vis Life’s purposes than “real” news; it simply doesn’t matter whether real or fake, although such fake news couldn’t happen with the present wiring of middle-of-the-bell-curve men.

Note that notwithstanding the pervasive criticism of Christmas as being crassly commercialized today, without such criticism there would be no Christmas. Anything that enters the vocabulary of the middle class will certainly be “ruined”, misused since that is part of its function. In a way SL/secondary level activities are almost a kind of attack, an encroachment on the PL roots; thus they must be a part of those roots and their encroachment is a drive for expansion, growth.

C,D,E forces; in C-D confrontation a more complex view of D-force would be to see it as a kind of melancholy induced by the inevitable passing of C-force rather than as a destructive attack of C-force.


…and Kyroot said:
One kid thought, I have the sensation of me, and I suppose I’m supposed to have a sensation of ‘not-me‘… (but they would still both meet in the sensation of me…”)

,..and Kyroot said:
Of the gangsterial neural families, two are preeminently visible: The one that seeks the least ill, and the one that strives for the most good…thus, are all the rackets run.

…and Kyroot said:
Over on a certain foggy planet this one chap would faithfully end his daily radio show by saying, “Be sure and tune in again tomorrow.” Which was a waste of his time since no one there had a radio… but then again it turns out to be less of a waste once it was discovered
that the planet had no tomorrow anyway.
(Personally Added Editor’s Note: There IS a kind of fairness, parity and justice a loose in the universe, it’s just that most folks aren’t attracted enough by it to stop and say, “Howdy.”)

…and Kyroot said:
A fellow over in OverWorld decided that on some days he would speak to express emotion, and on alternate days to convey information; he commenced his new efforts on schedule, and pursued them with vigor and fidelity….. …… …no one, however, noticed.

10/11/89- (5)
…and Kyroot said:
One chap exclaimed, “I never feel more alive than when I’m ill,” and
a passing visitor mused, “Think how excited he’ll be when he dies.”

…and Kyroot said:
Question: “Say, look here, where’s it written that you’ve GOT to be ordinary?”
Answer: “Why in the Great Ordinary Book, of course.”

…and Kyroot said:
One father incessantly asked his son, “Don’t you get it?…come on kid, don’t you get it?” He kept up this question day after day, month after month, year after year until one day the lad, “saw the light,” understood the purpose of the old man’s badgering, and realized quite clearly that he was NEVER going to get it.

…and Kyroot said:
“O.k. you officers, grab that loose info over there, and bring along those loitering incongruities…throw ’em ALL in the van; we’ll take ’em down town and let the Sarge sort it
out later.”

…and Kyroot said:
I had this one, what do you call ’em?…person, yeah, man, chap, fellow, tell me that in his younger days one of his real pleasures was in “singing to himself,” that is, he adds, until
he discovered he was tone deaf.

…and Kyroot said:
In this one time zone I know about, a fellow read in one of those book things the following,
“There is nothing the body may suffer that the soul may not profit by.” And he was so smooched, and dazzled thereby that he went about repeating it for days, “There is nothing the body may suffer that the soul may not profit by.” Then recounting it to himself for months – YEARS! until his moment hit him – “Wait just a minute here, if there is nothing the body may suffer that the soul may not profit from, and if ‘two plus two equals four,’ but four plus four does not equal two, then there just may be a way out of this mad-house that even our forefathers didn’t suspect.”
And one of his silent ancestors said, “Hah, what do you think YOU are?”
(Ed. Possible line missing here).

…and Kyroot said:
One high-stepping kid told a playmate, “I guess the most memorable
advice I ever received from my father was, ‘Don’t count your chickens,” and
later, as his buddy was relating this episode to his brother, he noted, “Not only
is that so-called, notable advisement weird, I’ll tell you something weirder – I don’t
think that kid’s GOT an old man.”

…and Kyroot said:
Then a real loud voice proclaimed…wait a minute…try it like this:
Then over the neural P.A. system, a real loud voice announced, “O.k., all you already on the playground can stay, the rest of you – BACK TO WORK.”

…and Kyroot said:
The closer you get to manifold time the more things congregate, and separate, revealing their
true connections.

…and Kyroot said:
Attempting to steer her in proper vocational directions, one father said to his daughter thusly, “Kid, I just don’t think you’re brittle enough to be a Romantic poet.”

…and Kyroot said:
To some minds the concept of a “tyrant with a heart” seems anomalous, while in some parallel futures he is the messiah pro tem.

…and Kyroot said
Over in a corner one man said, “It’s right along here that I get all confused; now, let’s say that the gods were our ancestors, and that our ancestors are, let’s say, like food, then I get discombobulated over the two possibilities: are we like plates, or stomachs?” And a far corner said, “What if we’re more like ‘eating’?”

…and Kyroot said:
Those disinclined to take anyone’s else’s word for anything may develop
a smaller though richer vocabulary.

…and Kyroot said:
Whilst standing navel-deep in mud watching his house float away, and having the wind pulling his eye balls from their sockets, this one up-beat, (or was it, “beat-up”) fellow thought, “As wonderous, and fulfilling as it’s been to be the recipient of the planet’s weather all these years wouldn’t it some day be nice to be where it all begins?” and the Great Meteorological
Machine, sitting around a poker table with some chums spoke up and spoke, “What gives with these guys with two eyes? They always think the center’s somewhere else.”

…and Kyroot said:
As he sat toying with his gloves, he said to his ancestral though childlike manager, “I’m telling you again, if I’m climbing in the ring with information like that, I wanna know that the fix
is in.”

…and Kyroot said:
Planets do as they must, stars do as they please.