Jan Cox Talk 0797

Mind Is Structured to Accept Explanations as Causes

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#797 Apr 1, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot. to :16. Explanations explain things, not cause them. The mind is structured to accept explanations as causes. In any subjectively closed system (enclosed in greater dimensional system) explanations either: a) are taken as causes; b) act as stand-ins for causes; c) become causes.

The primary function of facts is to fill in causes, to substitute for them. There is no alternative to facts. To see that facts are not intended to be competent, adequate causes, but stop-gaps, short-circuits any hostility toward ‘foreign’ facts and their espousers which presume to explain their reality. Facts are understudies, stand-ins.


The News

901102-01
Header: IN LOCALES WHERE THINGS MOVE FASTER,
DUMBNESS MOVES SLOWER

Once he got a phone, this one guy was so afraid of “missing calls” that he refused
to take any.

One unlabeled upstart learned to sail at the airport and to fly at the marina;
(I fear to tell you where he learned to think.)

Over in one fair City a father advised his son,
“Don’t spend all your attention in one place.”
Is this a comment on the quality of their local conditions,
or on the quantity of the kid’s attention?

The way most people wear their minds,
a panty line is clearly visible.

Anyone who insults clearly need no vocational counseling.

One subversive’s credo:
“All is possible except that already done.”

One guy wouldn’t let his left hand know what his right hand was doing for the good, simple reason that his left hand wouldn’t understand what his right hand was doing
anyway.

Wishing to retain his anonymity, this one chap confides his thoughts on the matter thusly:
“Being confused and having to live as what you are seems questionable enough,
but at least it’s not as bad as having to dance personally with the king.”

If you can actually “rise to the occasion”,
why even start off downhill from the festivities.

One guy’s greatest fear was that when they asked him to play guitar in his own original style, that they didn’t actually mean “just like everyone else.”

The tri-o-logue of “The Three Wise Men”
First: “I speak from experience.”
Second: “I speak from a position of objectivity.”
Third: “I’m speaking from a pay phone.”

After the exercise of certain efforts, and a corresponding passage of time, this one chap says he now feels closer to being himself than he does to being what he is…
(There is some prompting from this side for me to tell you that under certain
conditions this idea could be reversed and still be useful…
but a man with a fully functioning transmission knows
enough basics to run each race in the right direction,
no?)

One ole man advised the kid thusly,
“A man who won’t chear hasn’t got a change.”
“No”, interrupted the uncle, “a man who won’t cheat doesn’t want to win.”
Then a cousin to the uncle up-spoke, “Nay, naïve relatives, a man who won’t
is simply dead from the duodenum westward.”
(Many interesting prophesies continue to be made regarding the future of
the familiar family.)

In a land where it was said that the darkness of the night fed upon the stars,
some were frightened,
some were soothed,
and the digestion of the universe proceeded a tempo.

In locales where “things move faster”,
dumbness moves slower.

While ordinary thought has spoken of man being capable of some soft of “sin”,
and that specifically being a kind of “separation from god”,
you might ponder the non-local background to such an idea as actually being a note
that your everyday thinking tends to either break the connection
or more distance you from even your ordinary, highest neural level.

One father noted,
“Remember son, although the soft wind breaks the strongest tree,
men still think it is irony.”

Scratched in the ashes near the squirrels’ last cap site, the owl found these words:
“Those who know discover the forty minutes to their hour.”

In this one brain – I mean, City – the only ones who ever showed up for the celebrations were out-of-towners.

To think properly in the ordinary fashion you must boldly go where everyone’s already been………………………………………………………………………………………………….and stay there!

Over in another western universe, a god, saying he’d been “favorably impacted” by his creatures’ notion of consumer rights, decided to initiate a program of “honesty in advertising” and began by telling all his little beings that prayer wouldn’t do ‘em any good………………………………………………………leastwise in the way they think.

This note from a viewer:
“I’ll get right to the point: How does one tell if one is indeed “thinking more than one has to?” (Yours Sincerely, etc.)
My yes, and this deserves a response equally to the point: When one “thinks more than one has to”, one feels an oxymoronical warmth and joy in one’s old, otherwise cold, thinking facilities.

In his continuing, though constant attempt, this one guy stood in front of a mirror and said, “I believe next week I’ll become sixty-eight and walk with a limp.”

Latest Unregistered Law Of Reality (covers all sciences): There is no such thing as sincerity.
(For those of you who weren’t here for Tuesday’s class, we’ll repeat the background principle on which this is based:
No thing exists unless there is a non-existent counterpart
[and in this instance, there is no such thing as “non-sincerity”].)

This one team had a great victory song:
they never had a victories, but they had a helluva victory song.

By Lake Simile, an old man and his kid strolled, and whilst watching some trout jump and spit, the nipper mused, “The shadow of the past weighs more than a pig with a bass drum.”
The elder drop-kicked a pine cone and remarked, “Kid, if your actual understand of things ever begins to approach your ability to turn a ‘cutesy’ phrase, me and all of the out-of-doors will be fittingly impressed.”
(In one version of this legend, the ending has something to do with a murder-suicide,
while other renditions simply have no ending.)

A man who calls himself “The Venomous Lice On The Rats of Destruction” is unlikely to ask your permission.

As the sun arose over the east ridge and the people grouped for battle, the king rode to the head of the charge, raised himself up high in his stirrups and proclaimed, “On this most glorious of days, Providence has given us each a trusty stallion, placed within our hearts the will to press forward, and, if you will look in your saddle bags given us each our own personal map. Unfortunately no two of them seem to be the same, but it is a bit late in the game for anything to be done about that now”, and sotto voce added, “even if I knew what to bloody do about it.”
And ride on they did, to many resplendent victories and defeats, with no one any the better or worse for the aforementioned “map incident”.

Over near the road construction, lives a chap who continually misunderstands what other people are saying;
this has not held him back.

“Okay”, he said, “let’s be fair to the rest of life and just state outright: If you don’t know what going on, you got no choice but to whine. Now let’s get out there in the streets and clean up some of this mess.”