City Thought Is Useless Unless It Is Adamant, & Expective of Closure
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#796 Mar 29, 1991 – 1:00
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :14. Sarcasm = stupidity. This Thing is not sarcastic; it you’re wired to hear sarcasm it doesn’t matter operationally that sarcasm is not being specifically broadcast when your receiver is structured only for that frequency. Sarcasm, satire, irony are names for a necessary health-giving gap between man’s FW/factual world (dreams) and AW/actual world.
The ordinary counterpart of TMTYHT (thinking more than you have to) is Thinking Just As Much As You Need To. To do the latter it is required to be adamant, unyielding in the belief/certainty of the existence of undeniable, stable truth somewhere, awaiting discovery, and that the mind is ultimately capable of accessing it. Note that the most adamant, proof-based, mathematically precise, scientific thinking is that considered to be the most valuable and intellectual.
Ordinary thought is useless unless it is adamant, not the content or context, but rather, the unspoken, unquestioned, implied structural design of expected closure, conclusiveness. If it were not so, no one would bother to think. The ordinary conception of what TMTYHT is, is a thinking differently (i.e., changing content, context, etc.), but it is a thinking more, thinking beyond the limits of the known, local and polarized.
The Real Revolutionist would be adamant only in three possible ways: (1) insistence on TMTYHT; (2) never talking about it; (3) refusal to ever discontinue (1).
To say you’ve been “hurt by life” is to say you’ve been
Insertum for our file of Obvious Stuff People Obviously
Don’t Wanna Know About: Those who study how man works don’t know
how man works.
Up the way was this guy who called all his mistakes
“apparent mistakes”, which made some of his friends so mad they
adopted the method also.
One revolutionist said that a man’s drug of choice should be
One inter-cosmic scholar once visited your planet, rummaging
through several eras and sundry areas, and after being confronted
for the eighty-third time with that bit of proverbial insight
that says, “In this life, only the wise are truly wretched,” he
became so disconcerted he laid aside his research papers and
ordered a chili-dog.
Several people talking is the same as one person talking,
except there’re more of them.
I have a postcard here from a gent who says he’s been
watching this for several months now, and thinks we should have a
proper name for it; he suggests we call the program “Neural
One sophisticated little critic says he yet finds
civilization incomplete on the following basis: There are city
homes for the homeless, homes for the insane, but none for the
would be nice to sometime, somehow lower himself to the level of
“Kid,” he said, “if you’re gonna be famous, you gotta get
the right name.”
One city had a guy who billed himself as “The Man With Two
Brains,” and everybody in the world came to see him. …I’m not
using a figure of speech; I mean literally everybody in the
(Intelligence strictly for seditious ears): Once you know
what it means, you can quit using a word.
I once noted to a chap over in the city that “Everyone looks
serious when they’re horny,” information that proved to be his
undoing. …(don’t ask).
As a year-end gift to all his clients and friends, one of
those park philosophers offered this annual wrap-up (says he):
“The first bite is always the best; the first bite is always the
bitterest; the first bite is always the easiest; the first bite
is always the most difficult; and the first bite is always what
it seems to be, and nothing at all like one expected.” (Based on
the visible response of his audience, he later told me
confidentially that he hopes next year comes a little later next
Never underestimate the power of a paradox.
Over in another reality, this god referred to everything
other than himself as “Miss Jones,” and first thing every
universal morning he’d light a dark panatela, prop his feet up on
his desk and say, “Miss Jones – take a letter….”
Most gods have little pet names for their creations, and
they sure as hell don’t want you to know about ’em.
If you don’t know who your audience is, it’s hard to have an
audience; if you don’t know who your audience should be, it could
be even harder.
And this one guy said, “But it’s not my fault,” and darn if
he wasn’t right. …(Can you believe it!)
Striving to expand their personal explorations, the pirates
determined not to dilute their efforts with sailing concerns.
Luck is primarily a youthful event.
Pressed a bit further, he admitted that at times he
stretched things he spoke about, but firmly added that he only
stretched the truth — nothing else. …(Believe it or not, but
the interrogators were satisfied with this, and believe it or
not, the interrogators were history after this.)
In the “Semi-Conscious” — I mean, “Semi-Annual Serious
Poetry Contest” over in the city, one of the submissions that
didn’t make it to the final round opened with this line, “Love,
Oh Love, My heart is like my bladder…”
A viewer writes to say that he hasn’t written in since last
Then there was this other guy who had no explanation.
some effort, you don’t need verification; whatever it is, you’ve
got it. …(My secretary asks if it’s possible to under cook the
Over on a certain rather angular planet, “RSVP” at the bottom
of the card means you were invited by accident.
“Testing, one, two, three, testing: Players, may I have
your attention. Anyone who’s not playing with a full deck is in
the game whether they wanna be or not. …Testing, testing – can
you hear me out there?…”
One chap valued his brain so much he referred to it as his
“Ten Dollar Pancake.” …(No one seemed to understand what
this meant, least of all — his brain.)
Several people called about the ad, but none knew why.
Every time it’d rain, this one revolutionist would get
wet…if he was outside…without an umbrella….
The king of one territory decreed that all books published,
no matter the nature of their subject, must have “harsh titles.”
On each occasion when this one reality would begin to bring
its creation into the home stretch, some of the horses would
begin to yawn, some would put on weight, and others would start
staring even more intently at the world beneath their feet.
What men call “conscience” is the instinctive drive for a
certain chemical balance.
For reasons yet unclear, this one reality has announced its
One absolute monarch, just to go ahead and get it over with,
had his Official Describer describe him as, “Strong, though
unfair; regal, yet quite vain; sophisticated while still a
Philistine, and judicious with no mercy at all.” …(It was good
to get that little business outta da way.)
Offering up his own helpful hint, another viewer writes to
suggest we might keep the audience from “too intently focusing
on one figure if we called the show, ‘Kyroot And Kyroot’.”
If you’re planning on a reasonably long run, let me give you
some good old fashioned, “leg-breaking” advice: Don’t let the
author also direct.
One guy’s unyielding motto was: “Always stick with your
first thought — until you have another one.”
During the recent literary festival at the Dry-Waller’s
Hall, a youngish chap revealed to me that he’d brought one of his
favorite axioms “up to contemporary daylight”; the reference in
point is that he now says, “A rolling stone gathers no habits,”
and he further states he intends to put this revised version into
practical use just as soon as he figures out how to do so, and
still get a car loan.
Here’s another “Time Saver” for you temporally tight:
Anything “almost not worth mentioning” is likely to be totally
not worth mentioning.
Any time he wanted a really good laugh, this one incendiary
sort would go home, lock the doors, close the shades, and pull
out his atlas.
Say look, just between us: If you just gotta tell where you
are, at least don’t tell how you got there.
Being a neural radical means being able to think in real
There’s a man who says he knows for a sweet-certainty that
things are not nearly as far away as people say they are; (he
says he doesn’t know how to prove it, but says he doesn’t have to
There is a reality wherein things known do not have to be
proved. …(Not long ago, and certainly not far away.)