Heart of the Intellect: To Dream of What It Is Most Incapable
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#792 Mar 22, 1991 – 1:00
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :12. Exploration of the universe from within its own confines will never transcend its boundaries. All energy within a system will ultimately refer back to itself. In the intellectual universe all things remain either confused or as they (the people perceiving) are.
Consider a universe that allows certain of its parts which are usable to experience its totality of function, to nevertheless be made aware of its unique operations and think about them. Men can think of change even though it is beyond them to effect it. The heart of the intellect’s function is its ability to dream about what it is incapable of. If you’re not trying to move intellectually above the hormone level, you’re left with only that level.
One rash tongued rascal submits, “‘Anecdotal proof’ is good
proof — if you’re a dotal.”
To a revolutionist, anything that wasn’t symbolic would be
the supreme symbolism.
Over by the fairgrounds one day worker told another that, so
far as he could see, the only reason to read a book about somebody
else’s thoughts is just so’s you’d see what you hadn’t been
During the second afternoon tea time, the First
Undersecretary Of Thought confided to a cousin, “It seems to me
that ofttimes life bundles and packs a man for shipping, and then
forgets to attach the address label. …(Would you pass the
If you don’t know when and where to be serious, you are too
(Good advice overheard and passed along): “Kid, on days you
can’t seem to tell the winners from the losers, don’t bet.”
In a single, deft move, this one guy’ll both excuse his
behavior and deflect any reprimands aimed his way by saying,
“Hey, don’t tell me — see my hormones.”
If you gotta specify precisely where something happened, it
didn’t really happen much.
One City’s leading “Cultural Expert” stood, raised his glass
and nose high, and intoned, “Art with a message is as dangerous
as a lawyer with a headache.” …(He then sat back down.)
they’re known as dimensions.
Over in the city a guy says, “I’m not much given to talk,”
and an ole timer said, “Then around here you’re not gonna be much
given to any thing.”
During a debate, one god explained his egregious lack of
attention to his creation by saying it was all “a matter of
It would indeed require an extraordinary man to engage in
Seven days a week, his morning ritual consisted of staring
directly at the rising sun and demanding, “Okay, what’d they say
about me while I was gone?”
In particularly confusing — or annoying — seas, this one
captain would shore up the ballast by adding several tons of
quotes from various landlubbers.
Kid told his playmate, “Parent problems don’t get pregnant.
Of course if I’m wrong, we’re in a bucket of trouble!”
The city mind works something like this: If you don’t know
what something is, study it; while the revolutionist mind works
something like this: backwards.
This one reality (through appropriate channels), announced
to its creatures, “Those who look after me, get looked after.”
And one of the little darlings puzzled to himself, “Is the lesson
here telling us that the grandest of bargains are those which
offer no alternative?”
of years of “gorging on the spoils of failure.”
One guy (whose butter may not be completely clarified) told
his family, “If you hear ’em all singing, ‘Here we go gathering
nuts in May, nuts in May…,’ stay inside til fall.”
Every morning just as the sun would break the horizon, this
one guy would hoist his arms in mock surrender and declare, “Okay
— I’m impacted, I’m impacted!”
After a few good belts and suspenders, this one city said,
“Some things are meant to be seen, other things need to be heard,
but precious little in the intellectual world lends itself to
aroma detection…(well, leastwise not anything that might
appeal to a person of your obvious cultural cachet.”)
The future of grapes is not to be discovered in a vineyard.
As they were practicing, one of the participants
accidentally got it right, and the whole thing blew up on ’em.
There was this one man who would often say that his first
concern was “looking out for himself,” until one day his self, in
a clear and sarcastic voice, muttered, “And — ‘Wow’ — am I a
better man for it.”
On this one channel, they would sometimes broadcast the news
just before it happened; …(sometimes, people would accidentally
pick up the station, and most of them didn’t like it one little
As some of those great thinkers who’ve gone on ahead have said,
“Hey, we’re going on ahead.”
the kid, “It’s hard to know what other people are thinking if
you’re not thinking.” …(And this free cultural tip: There
have been several reports of a Blue Period Picasso spitting on
In one old part of the world they discovered some real old
Even to this day, this one god remains a bit peeved at his
little creature buds because they never on their own came up with
the idea of writing a triumphant march in his honor. …(Perhaps
it’s not my place to say, but it does seem that some of these
gods still don’t know how things operate.)
Amidst one of the several dances with his human, this one dog
thought, “I sure didn’t expect all these responsibilities when I
first stopped off along this way,” and the guy’s little puppy
brain nodded knowingly.
All ordinary knowledge is circular — whether it wants to
be, whether you think it should be, whether it even seems not to
be — all ordinary knowledge is still circular.
One guy’s ideas of a mortal “paradise” were so far removed
from everyone else’s that something might actually come from it.
To ordinary ears, nothing sings like hormones. …(And thus
those with city reception find the Top 40 to be the only 40.)
“Serious predictions” are only for serious losses… or does
that not say “losers”?
minutes) he stood at the pinnacle of land’s western edge and sang
to the skies, “My dreams, my desires are as two awaiting,
aroused pieces of bread; all I ask of you, Great Forces, is: send
down the mayo!”
Those who quote others deserve one another. …(Hey, city,
come over here, and let me introduce you; city, this is city.)
Finding change so necessary and pleasurable, several
realities allowed their creatures to think about it.
There are no retirement homes for the mind. …(Oh sure,
there are, but I knew you didn’t wanna hear about ’em.)
This one reality said, “I’ve about run out of things to
say,” but it lied — if it lived, it lied.