To Be Dissatisfied Is to be Alive
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#793 Mar 23, 1991 – 1:00
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :15. Thinking more than you have to (TMTYHT) is not just an idea, nor can it be explained. One of the first things man thought was how might the first or present thought be modified or replaced; i.e., what alternative is there to the first thought? E.g., Dale Carnegie positive thinking course. The physical can’t be modified, only the mental.
Traditional alternatives to thought (after replacement): parallel thought (e.g., remembering the name of god with each breath); cessation of thought (meditation); extension of thought (ripening, improving, i.e., education); This Thing; TMTYHT; which is outside the first four. To be dissatisfied is to be alive. This Thing at the cortical level; the more dissatisfied, the more intelligent a person is considered to be. TMTYHT is agreeable because it is not offensive to anyone; the subtle beauty: the phrase is so mundane, acceptable, but only those with the capacity to do it, Know they do it.
On this other world near a nexus fold, just after the
Pleasant Season, they collect everyone’s comments for the year,
put them in a croker sack, and send them back to the home office
Some of the cities remain underground.
One guy told me that his idea of a good time was even too
much fun to talk about.
Almost as soon as it was noted that man’s dreams are made to
be dreamed – not realized, this one kid chimed up, “Yeah, why
d’ya think they call ’em dreams!”
One professor’s most memorable comment thus far: “Many
people who attempt to speak French don’t know what they’re
talking about… same for Greek, German, and Swahili.”
One man reasoned that if he had synonyms for everything he
thought, he’d have more to think about. (As is so often the case
in a polarized galaxy, it didn’t quite work that way.)
One chap inquired, “If both poverty and excesses are
insults, what shall one wear to the Beggar’s Ball?” …(His
half-brother later suggested a little “off-the-shoulder-irony.”)
In his dismissal regarding concerns of an afterlife, the
shoe salesman said, “Since even pickles sour with age, what
chance has a bozo like me got?”
This other guy says he ultimately discovered that, “If your
hormones don’t care, you don’t care.” …and Kyroot added:
Three weeks later he wrote and perhaps rhetorically asked, “I
don’t suppose I could personally learn anything from this
otherwise pretty perfunctory transpiration?”
Parent are born into their positions; it is only the children
who must look for work.
One heretofore, otherwise chap explained his absence from
the city’s prayer rituals by noting that anything he had to say
to god, he’d tell him to his face.
This one guy would periodically glance down and coyly coo,
“Come up and see me sometime.” Then every time he would, he’d be
real drunk and often quite abusive…(and he’d just love it).
One little group of would-be rebels who watch our taped
proceedings on satellite have “gang-written” me to say they are
pretty well convinced that the “God of distress has moved.”
The first known suspicion of conspiracy is in the legend
that says when several realities didn’t know what to do next,
they got together and made it up.
After a trying day dealing with the court’s complexities,
this one little citizen (in the privacy of his own hovel)
declared, “Screw the king and his highfalutin’ life; no matter
what he says or does, I can still get a transmission overhauled
cheaper than he ever will.”
Anyone who’s gotta tell you what kinda guy they are ain’t
much of a guy.
The local hormone census ofttimes overlooks those under the
bed. …(“Hey you, come on outta there. It’s just me.” “I know;
that’s what scares me.”)
“Kid,” cautioned the old codger, “Never forget the treasured
family proverb, ‘It’s easier to make people scream than it is to
make them wanna know why they’re screamin’.'”
things is so weird and yet not so weird that the combination of
the two is extremely weird.”
Inscribed at the base of the statue commemorating the city’s
founder were these, his reputed last words, “It Is A Fine Thing
To Point In One Direction Then Go In Another.”
When asked about his apparently unjustified “high spirits.”
A tug at his sleeve indicated another query could be on its
way, and sure enough the kid inquired, “Dear Pa Pa, why is it so
difficult to spot great men while they’re alive?” And the ole
man’s mind immediately began to wander, to drift back in time to
a day when he was the lad’s age, laying on a warm, tropical traffic
island gazing at the clouds, and he had wondered why it was that
so few people attempted to imitate the great while they live.
(“Like father, like son,” may explain a lot, but not this, I
“Always remember,” advised one synthesized voice over the
loudspeakers, “Caution and chastity both begin with the same
letter,” “And,” added the P.A.’s partner, “So do bravery and
One guy says he’s gonna pay somebody else to think for him,
but he says not to worry, he won’t hire anyone smarter than he
The nice lad who showed you to your seat is also the guard
who will later bring you water.
On real special occasions on this one world, their god
would announce that for the duration of that day no one had to
know what they were doing. …(I trust we have progressed beyond
the point where you would now expect me to make some sardonic
“after comment” regarding the difficulty of getting a visa there
on these occasions.)
On this certain world, one man’s gain is everybody’s loss.
The “heart break” (as the news reports later referred to it)
of the whole episode was that after they had forcibly pried his
fingers from the ledge, they discovered that the ledge was his.
One guy’s whole approach was to take no approach.
The revolutionist’s “Fight Of The Century” might be
described as: You (and your upstart, mutant neurons) vs. The
Never-Before-Defeated Hormones…(well, at least never publicly
Another neat thing: In those many serious, city affairs,
life doesn’t require that you be sincere, just that you appear to
One “wanna-be,” neural troublemaker summed up his amorous
attitude toward his own mental activity thusly, “I don’t hug
nobody I already know.”
Revolutionist Travel Up-Date, H-90: In some cities sickness
is far too popular.
One being’s parents finally told him, “We’ve decided that
you’re the strangest creature we’ve ever met.” …(They did wait
to tell him this until he was many years gone from home.)
The mayor of one city told me, “A man who talks to himself
can talk to me… of course one of ’em costs more than the
seas, he staggered – dazed – from the library of lyric largess
with a roar, “I don’t care what they say – ain’t no Tragic Muse
stalkin’ my stage!”
A father told his son, “About the best advice I can give you
for life is: Don’t bad-mouth anyone unless you’re standing in
front of them… same goes for thoughts as well.”
The edge of reality is strewn with interest.
I guess it’s just as well that not more people realize
what’s going on, else we’d be short of worriers.
One guy’s biggest thrill was to annoy himself and then not
let him know who did it.
From the old mail bag, our old question for the day (a
viewer asks): “Is it a mathematical certainty that ‘those with a
lot to say will say a lot’ or is it somehow or other some other
This one ole sore head would only read stuff that annoyed
him, so that when someone would ask him what he’d read lately, he’d
get to enjoy it twice.
Life has no synonym for failure (inasmuch as it has no such
word to begin with).
Remember, lads and lassies, ships at sea: If you keep
referring to everything else, it’ll keep referring to you. (Now
join me in our naval hymn, “Augurs away my boys, augurs away….”)
No I.D.’s needed: Proof of your membership in the human
club is just believing we’ve fucked up.
*** This one guy used to try and slip around the side and look
through the big end.
More curios regarding domesticated intellectual pet customs:
In some worlds, that which you take seriously, you must take home
Memo In Subversive Mode: The radical lessons of history
aren’t taken from history.
Several times during the early development of their reality
was he warned, and each time he returned to his cave chuckling
over the fact that he didn’t know what a warning was.