Jan Cox Talk 0819

“Truth” Equals Dominance; “Error” Equals Submission

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#819 * May 22, 1991 * – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :14. How would “might makes right” function in the Secondary Level World? In the Primary Level World it is invariably true. It is held that the mind’s primary success and strength is the separation of fact from fallacy. But the reality is that the mind’s strength is in facilitating, participating in the process where one partner in a Secondary Level World binary interaction dominates the other.

“Truth” = dominance; “Error” = submission. 2+2=4 is simply the dominant fact over 2+2=5.   2+2=4 has no innate value, intrinsic validity although the mind believes it does. Might makes things operate.


The News

Some trains only leave at their scheduled time — some, but
not many.

* * *

Regardless of what the doctors say, one man attributes his
“tired condition” to his constant struggling with history.

* * *

Concerned about uncontrollable encroachment on his
established neural residence, this one chap erected an early
warning system at the boundaries of his known thinking, so that
if any new energy came too close, alarms would go off and an
automated voice would caution, “Do not proceed. Failure to heed
this warning can result in severe physical harm. Repeat — do
not proceed.”

* * *

If you gotta define it, you don’t understand it.

* * *

To city sentiments, one version of paradise would be a place
where what was once sufficient is still sufficient.

* * *

A man writes (he says “in a partial snit,” since his wife
has temporary custody of their huff) and says he fears that even
if he does quit telling other people what kinda guy he is
that he’ll ultimately have to apply it to the way he talks to
himself also.

* * *

Everything’s two dimensional until a man looks at it. (Even
then, most stuff stays that way.)

* * *

They are always working on the Conquest Machine. …(And
do not ask who “They” are, unless you want to be either
conscripted, dismissed or disappointed by vigorous events.)

* * *

In his continuing, hearty attempt to develop the
undevelopable, this one chap is presently working on a form of
“non-astringent revenge.”

* * *
One guy kinda whispered, “Oh, I can’t begin to tell you
how many times I’ve thought this dirty little exciting secret,”
and his partner replied, “Oh yes you can.”

* * *

In camp, one rebel told a younger one, “Once you know what
you’re doing out here, all tricks just become tricks.”

* * *

In the Land Of Irony, there is no irony.

* * *

In trying to pinpoint and chart his own intellectual
universe, this one fellow says he’s experiencing difficulties not
dissimilar to those presently facing astronomers regarding the
question of dark matter.

* * *

Even while still fearing what he thought of as the “Ultimate
Pay-Back,” this one chap went through life frequently singing the
opening lines of the song, “I’ll Be Seeing You In Apple Blossom
Time,” and then, as irony would have it — he went blind during
kumquat season.

* * *

Another man who says he’s “Ah — watched the show a couple
of times” writes to warn viewers that he — yes, “he, personally,
himself” — while spending many strenuous years seeking the
transcendental meaning of life, accidentally stumbled on some
very disturbing ideas regarding sex; he says he can only hope
that his own personal experiences can serve as a lesson to
others. …(Say, as long as you’re here and human, let me ask
you something: If I say that some viewers’ letters are so
complete within themselves that they need no smart-aleck
after-comment from me, is such an observation itself a smart-ass
comment?)

* * *

One ole sorehead said that several times he started to be
enthusiastic, but didn’t want to give Life the satisfaction.

* * *

If you wanted to, you could handle your accumulation of
thoughts in the manner of cheap employment practices — first
hired, first fired.

* * *
While he wasn’t doing nothing else, this one guy could just
sit around and have neat thoughts. …(But, I should add, that
was not the kinda guy he actually was.)

* * *

Have a note here from a gent who signs himself “a sarcastic
viewer,” who suggests a new name for our little show: He says we
should call it “Some Things You May Not Have Thought Of.”

* * *

In the factual version of a polarized reality, you can prove
any thing.

* * *

And yet another certain god once sent word to his followers
that until further notice they should all call him “Shit Breath.”
One of his creatures said, “I guess this is so he can see how
much humility he has,” and the big guy shot back, “Not hardly,
it’s to see how much nerve you’ve got.”

* * *

In the world as normally lived around here, there are two
kinds of change: abrupt, and meaningless.

* * *

In an attempt to give the kid some encouragement regarding
change in a world not so readily agreeable to same, the ole man
told him, “Son, just remember this: If you stop doing
something, then you can make fun of those who still do it.”
…(He figured the lad would recognize real opportunity when he
saw it.)

* * *

The Summer Park Festival in one reality begins this year
with a hand-shadow puppet play, “Never Bad-Mouth A Word,” and
the season is scheduled to conclude with that newly commissioned
ballet, “Tis Easy Enough To Burn-Your-Bridges-Behind-You When
You’re A Pyrotechnical Lexicologist.” …(Although a nom de
guerre is used, the two works have a common author.)

* * *

The better you can pretend, the better you can pretend to be
sincere.

* * *

intellect, one chap narrowed down his alternatives to such a
point that his feet swelled up on him.

* * *

“Ha!” he exclaimed, picking through some city garbage and
glancing defiantly toward a sanitation worker’s cousin, “Ha! —
ha and ha — but one thing, ole dears, about fighting a ‘losing
battle’ — at least you know how it’s gonna end…Ha! And double
ha to you.”

* * *

From one of the side balconies, the king proclaimed, “The
defense against poetry cannot be commonly shared,” and some of
those who heard and understood this were mad as hell.

* * *

He says that it’s somewhat surprising that the older he
gets, the more he seems to have in common with his hormones.

* * *

Until you first take the unique human aspects of mortal
existence extremely seriously, there is no possibility of you
ever realizing how life works, and once you have accepted such
a serious view, there’s hardly any possibility you’ll ever
realize how life actually works. …and Kyroot said: I wish you
hot-heads would quit writing to me about justice.

* * *

After the accident, the fellow said that now that his mind
was so clean, it was almost a shame to begin cluttering it up
with thoughts again.
* * *

Just before they came to take him away, this one man changed
his name, but this individual maneuver was quickly countered by
the authorities, who simply took away his new name.

* * *

Just as he reached past me toward the mashed potatoes, this
one diner said that he didn’t so much have an attitude, as much
as he was an attitude.

* * *

And yet another viewer writes, and this one says he’ll
continue to watch our show, if only I won’t tell him any more.

* * *
One foreign rebel said his trick was to know yourself, but
don’t look.

* * *

Over in one of the city’s beer joints, I met a musician who
said he’as old enough, and been around enough to put his finger
on the basis of that blues feeling that so often stalks his
art. He says it’s reflected in the title of his latest song, “If
It Wasn’t For Bad Luck, I Wouldn’t Have No Bad Luck At All.”

* * *

Amongst all of their other curious and challenging habits,
one man says what currently intrigues him the most regarding
his squirrels’ behavior is the fact that they never ask
questions.

* * *

In one life, in one reality, one man had certain opinions
that he thought would be best left unsaid, and one day his brain
partner asked him why he said “certain”?

* * *

The “D.W.” (Dire Warning), from one universe was, “Hey!
Don’t mock civilization!”

* * *

After saving up for several years, he paid to have the warts
on his thigh moved up to his neck.

* * *

Over in another different reality, they have a different
fairy tale that tells of a kid who one fine and different day
suddenly realizes that his ole man’s advice wasn’t really
advice, and that the instructions he’d offered weren’t really
meant to be followed. …(It concludes with a moral, but it’s
too different to mention.)

* * *

From over near By-The-Bye comes a note from a chap who says
that one of his secrets is to not think about ANYTHING — in
particular — unless you really, really have to.

* * *

greatly taken by the idea that you can never tell what a
revolutionist is going to say next, and ’twas not ’til some
years later that he realized this was directly connected to how
a subversive would actually think.

* * *

As long as any fact can only be true at the expense of
another one — there’s no end to this.

* * *

One “god” (note that I put the word in quotation marks, and
told him I planned to do so, and he said I could do anything I
“damn well pleased” in this regard) — so anyway, this one
(quotation marks) “god” says he’s (quote) “plenty peeved” and
“pretty sick of people trying to look at him through telescopes.”

* * *

Then there was this guy who quit complaining, but when he
realized it didn’t matter, he got so mad he stopped.

* * *

That guy from a few Kyroots back just contacted me again to
say that since his earlier communique, he now realizes that the
very best secret would be in not telling anyone what your
secret is.

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