Jan Cox Talk 0820

No True/False or Good/Evil Ideas, Only Dominant/ Submissive Ones

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Summary

#820 May 24, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to 18. There are no good/evil-true/false ideas, just dominant and submissive ones. The whole spectrum from good/evil (Primary Level World) to true/false (Secondary Level World) lies w/ in the context of polarized energy exchange in three dimensions. In a factualized version of 3-d reality you can prove anything! This is not a flaw; it is the power and efficiency of factualized 3-d life run by polarized energy. Everything must be proved in a factualized world.


And Kyroot Said…

Note: audio begins on tenth one

Anyone who knows how old they are, is too old.

* * *

One fine king (being no run-of-the-mill dunce) decided to
only grant favors to subjects with real good memories. Do dis
give you any hints regarding your own education of yourself?

* * *

Most people who try to write fiction fail…including those
who don’t.

* * *

According to which version of the film score you use, great
grief can be either poetic and touching, or dumb and dumb.

* * *

In that peculiar sense of “If you have to define something
you don’t understand it,” could you expand it a bit and see that
those things man might be said to come closest to
understanding are those things he cannot talk about?

* * *

One doctor cleared out his waiting room by throwing out all
those who couldn’t afford to be well, even if they wanted to and
could afford to.

* * *

One ole man’s short-term advice (whatever the hell that
means): “Never trust animals who have proverbs.”

* * *

A man with pressed sheets doesn’t have to go to bed.

* * *

To believe that each man is solely on his own and true
captain of his fate is to believe that the boat can somehow be
separate from the seas; and to believe that we are each our
brother’s keeper is to imagine you can somehow control the
waves.

* * *

While there’re at least two ways of looking at everything in
the city, even that is too much for most people.

* * *
Most parades just want to go around the block.

* * *

One year, the king made only one official announcement,
which was: “The unfortunate know who they are,” and this kept
everyone busy enough, all right.

* * *

Semi-interesting Whine Of The Week (a guy says): “My mind
is a zirconium while my intentions remain diamond.”

* * *

To try and save himself several or seventy years, this one
kid went ahead and told himself at an early age the following:
“By the time you realize that nobody knows what they’re talking
about, it’s too late,” and of course, being unable to actually do
this, he only said he could.

* * *

Scratched in the ashes of a deserted campfire just north of
the city were the words: “If you have any particular feeling
about the whole of humanity, you have the wrong feeling.”

* * *

A quaint scientific reminder to those who continue to assail
the authority of non-specific relativity and comparison shopping:
You can’t embarrass an elephant.

* * *

On the Day Of Judgment in one reality, their god told the
next man in line, “Your life was a total waste; you appeared
dumb, insensitive and undirected; your mere existence gives new
meaning to the word ‘meaningless,'” and the little guy said, “I
don’t guess it’s possible to get a second opinion?”

* * *

The only reason that certain ideas, activities and people
are temporarily popular is so that we’ll at least have something
that’s popular temporarily.

* * *

There is a man who still doesn’t understand the purpose of a
mirror.

* * *
Agreeable Moderation was one of the names suggested for
the new religion, but several of the big investors nixed the
idea, saying they’d never see a profit at that rate.

* * *

Though yet unknown in your universe’s mathematics, there are
two interesting series: The Uncertain and the Exciting
Sequences.

* * *

A gent writes in to say that if I don’t send him a “nice sum
of money, quick,” he’ll start telling people that he is the
real author of all the Kyroots. (And he says he’ll begin by
using this one as an example.)

* * *

One guy finally began to enjoy his mind so much he named it
after himself.

* * *

Unless you think of man’s secondary reality being made of
rubber, you’re in for a lifetime of higher nervous system
irritation.

* * *

Becoming civilized is not unlike the sighted being
miraculously made to see.

* * *

At an autographing party at the city bookstore, they
recently had an author whose latest work is entitled, “How To
Stay Alive In Life.”

* * *

One guy’d sometimes hear funny little, far-away noises in
his brain — but he didn’t care.

* * *

In some neighborhoods, a man with a seersucker suit and a
speech impediment is in trouble-with-a-“T.”

* * *

A viewer writes to complain… …Sayyyyy — haven’t we
heard from him before!

* * *
Whenever he’d have real good thoughts on a full stomach,
this one guy’d then starve himself. …(He didn’t want me to
tell this to anybody.)

* * *

To some people, real life is funnier than comedy.

* * *

The king just announced that no longer will the pantomimists
be allowed to march in the annual Culture Day Parade; he says
that, “lacking words,” he sees not how any activity can be art.
Deploying rare regal succinctness, His Grace concludes, “If it
don’t talk, it don’t walk.”

* * *

“Another tricky thing about life,” noted the elder to the
younger, “all kids think their ole man could’ve done better
than his hormones dictated.”

* * *

One god (who says he doesn’t normally care to fool away time
in the chicken shit affairs of man) goes ahead (since it’s a
holiday, and all) and asks if you’ve ever noticed that the words
“irony” and “I” both start with the same letter? (He says, “If
not” — he’s not surprised.)

* * *

The factual world cannot breathe without talk.

* * *

At the end of the conference, one man was singled out for
particular praise and was specifically honored for his
intellectual courage regarding his area of study. As the
assembly stood in wild applause, a kid just outside the door
repeated the phrase, honored for his intellectual courage, and
then correctly dismissed the whole bunch as a proper group of
neural, city frauds.

* * *

When two submissive dancers meet, the advantage (if not
match point) goes to the one who first detects the other —
(assuming any advantage is potential).

* * *

and end of it are all pretty much the same, but this is far
from boring — oh, no — quite the opposite.

* * *

In the twilight of his reign, a certain neural emperor took
stock of his achievements as he surveyed his intellectual
holdings and mused, “I inherited an empty wasteland, and I leave
a thriving trailer park.”

* * *

Everything’s important somewhere.

* * *

And yet another letter, this time from a man who says his
“viewing experience” regarding our program is truly unique in
that even though he doesn’t understand it — he still doesn’t
like it. …(And being unable to help himself, Kyroot added: My
friends, we’re talkin’ serious unique here!)

* * *

Upon stumbling across some verse from another time zone
expressing such ideas as, “Young ladies are like delicate plants,
each a potential flower of creation’s greatest beauty; young
ladies must be cherished, seen-to and taken care of,” a chap
reading it suddenly thought, “My god — I’m a young lady!”

* * *

One father of great originality and insight told the kid,
“Hey, don’t sweat the small stuff.” And one of the lad’s
moonbeams whispered, “Don’t tell that to the small stuff.”

* * *

After some number of years together, this one man thought so
highly of his canine companion that he decided to take him into
his confidence. (And after the episode had transpired, the dog
thought, “It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it, ole-chap?”)

* * *

While awaiting his turn on the soap box in the speaker’s
area of city park, this one chap leaned in close and said, “A
whole lot of little ideas are better than one big one. …Unless
the big idea is a really good one; and if it is, then you
should’ve thought of it first, anyway.”

* * *

close advisors, “What am I to make of gifts I receive which
ultimately prove costly to me, the receiver?” and his courtly
confidant replied, “Hey, don’t ask me, you’re the king.”

* * *

Those who think it’s further from here to there — or vice
versa — have never been to either.

* * *

Sometimes, after a particularly hard day, or, when he’d had
“one too many,” this one god would turn on his little creatures
and say, “You still don’t get it, do you?” which is a pretty
cheap shot, inasmuch as “not gettin’ it” is one of the
irreplaceable ingredients of little creatures.

* * *

One guy says that up until now.

* * *

Hearing from a traveling minstrel’s song the line that said,
“Fiction reveals the evolution of a people’s soul and spirit,”
and operating on the honored royal assumption that almost
anything could be true, one king decreed a ban on the writing of
all novels and short stories by any subject who ran the slightest
risk of ever developing a soul or spirit.

* * *

To the civilized man, mere acts would be too direct and
abrupt to be of real interest.

* * *

Once a day has begun on a world of finite dimensions, even
the gods can’t say where the Dow Jones will land, or what will be
the five o’clock temperature in Khartoum. This says naught about
the intelligence of the gods, but fills your ears with evidence
of life.

* * *

Okay, let me read you your rights: You have the right to
remain silent, but if you choose to give up this right and do
whine or complain, it will be used against you and will then go
on forever.

* * *

these shows, which begin with different people reading the
Kyroots, followed by the same guy then talking for a while, that
a “certain similarity” led him to initially believe that the guy
doing the talking had also written the Kyroots, but he says even
a viewer can’t be forever fooled, and that he now suspects the
talking guy has just adopted a certain style so’s to make it
sound like he probably wrote the Kyroots. …(He wants to know
what we think of that?)

* * *

One ole man — or, maybe he was a king…or, maybe he was a
god…well, I know he was at least an ole man — kept two
different kinds of advice. One he gave out — the other he never
thought about.

* * *

If it makes you feel any better, consider this: Most of the
stuff and people you hear about in life are failures.

* * *

In the city there are several methods for ascertaining who
you are, but none of them work.

* * *

Then there was this other king who said he’d had it, that
enough was enough, and he just flat-out banned all irony. But,
wouldn’t you know it…

* * *