The Fourth “S”–Stimulation
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Summary
#695 ** Sep 3, 1990 ** – 1:05
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :07. The 4th “S” (beyond Sustenance, Sex and Shelter). The Secondary Level World is a place of variety attempted of the Primary Level World basic ‘S’s. Variation of these three is all that’s available in the City. The striving for greater and greater variety of the ‘S’s = growth in the City and includes the renaming of things. Variety is a measure of growth/civilization; older, stagnant areas of growth evidence a glaring lack of variety. The 4th ‘S’: stimulation (neural)—but note that the vast majority strongly avoid stimulation to thought in favor of further elaboration of the 3 ‘S’s reality (especially via memory). Resistance to the 4th “S” is evidence by the love of the old ideas, aphorisms etc.
The ‘S’ of sustenance is the first among equals of the three (“All taxes fall ultimately on agriculture”). All restrictions and energy channeling of SL activities must ultimately fall on PL ‘S’s. Note that there are virtually no taxes on the 4th ‘S’. It is almost as if the brain is treated as an organ of little consequence save for lackluster idling of the City intellect and the necessary brilliant breakthroughs needed for Life’s growth. The intellect has the ability to be too abrupt for all except the Real Revolutionist.
And Kyroot Said:
04/04/90
Oft times after, Thinking something curious or questionable, This one guy would take his pocket mirror out And into which, would say, “Hey – would I lie to me?”
Only those who, Enjoy a vice, Ever think to call it, “Sweet poison.”
A certain, Alien observer Made this note (notes he), “It would seem to me, That your life doesn’t mind if you ‘Search for answers’, Just as long as you look in ‘all the right places’.”
Near the pastry table, At a recent intellectual buffet,
From a man just ahead of me, I caught this line, He directed at his companion with a vanilla mousse, Directed he, “The first guy who made a proverb should be shot.”
The more,Homogenized, Becomes a mix, The more noticeable are anomalies.
(thus does, Even the best of change, Serves up, Increasingly scary snapshots).
Once a little trooper, in subversive garb, confided in me, around a late night campfire,That
“After all this time” He still wondered Whether he enlisted, or was drafted.
….. (Nobel Refinishing tip:If it feels important, But seems “hard to say” – why try?)
On this one, Weird little world, It was only at times
When things were temporarily too easy, That
people would begin to spray their brains.
In their attempt, To somehow reverse, The usual, and, Overly used procedure, This one merry little band, Adopted as their “operational philosophy”, The ideas of a man yet to be born.
The central one being, “You can tell a lot.About a person. If you don’t tell them a lot.”
At this one, Recent, Out of town, Conference cum-fist-fight,
A wide fellow, In a narrow hallway, Handed me a note that read,
“Any language with hard, definite rules, Based on some scheme, Of logic and reason,
Is a language for the simple lipped…. and I say ‘phooey’ on their households”.
….(I’ll just wager that some of you Expected me to say, That I had made Substantial grammatical changes in his Note in my recounting of it to you….
….So there, I say ‘phooey on your ole expectations….
I guess I gotta tell you, About this one little human hypochondriac, Who, after a hard day of being, “Unappreciatedly ill”, Would, Upon returning home, Go alone into the back yard, And retire to the safety of his “placebo.”
As long as you’re Gonna hang around the metro area,
You might wanna jot this down,
In the city, in secondary affairs, Wasting energy, Is the same as, Saving energy.
How could you, ever be compatible, with your own aim,
so long as you, accept life’s voices,in your own nervous system,
which identify you, as your own proper adversary?
Don’t count your chickens before your ducks.
I offer for your, complete secondary satisfaction,
the perfect city hobby; it entails no expense, it is totally portable, and it requires no practice – ‘Staring’.
One rebel leader, told the troops, (or maybe one guy, telling his own brain),
“Don’t be overly impressed; I’m just speaking for you…. If you could speak like this.”
One guy now says, that sometimes, it seems like,
you talk to people, and sometimes like, you talk to words.
If it weren’t,for the past, Most folks wouldn’t have, much of anything to think about
In cities wth dimensions times three,
half of all the little children are born facing north, and the other half otherwise.
The better part of, Two weeks ago, at a gods convention,
Over in a slightly shifted sector, During the day long, “Open forum”,
After hours of heated And tepid debates about This and that, And that and this,
One deity, (perhaps driven by an overindulgence in diet drinks) Declared,
“I see only one question, Worthy of concern, By the likes of us;
I wanna know, who the fuck, Keeps throwing that one shoe out on the highway.”
In support of his, Sometimes iconoclastic theories, This one phosforescent physicisist, States,
(and quite confidently I might add), “That he relies on his own superior intellect,
A singular understanding of higher order mathematics, And a .357 magnum.
….And Kyroot added,
In the secondary order of proofs, There are different weights and densities. This is both just as it should be, And how it should not be noted to be
During a trip to some outlying regions of his empire,
A king was asked why He was visiting one particular place, And he replied,
“Once out there I had to go somewhere.”
….And Kyroot added:’Tis said that this monarch’s son replayed a similar scene,
Some years later, But without going anywhere.
The REAL rich Don’t look back…. (Thats how you can tell).