Jan Cox Talk 0824

Life’s “One-Two Punch”

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#824 Jun 3, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

[Kyroot missing: weak audio]. “Intellectual fanaticism” is the ordinary, the healthy norm. The more the submissive are submissive, the better. Primary Level World certainties are no longer Life’s emphasis; now, certainties of the Secondary Level World are the proper craving for man. The unrelenting press of change in man’s psyche (the general pressure of being alive) is the proof of Life’s health and is compensated for by man’s not misplaced, but nevertheless erroneous faith that the Secondary Level World offers security and certainty.

Note that, obviously, no certainty exists in the Secondary Level World; you can’t spell certainty w/o misspelling it, yet man takes the misspelling as certainty. The sense of self, “I”, the certainty of “who you are”, stability of character, is a kind of fanatical tyrant of the Secondary Level World and put on the throne not by each man, but by Life. There is no end to a factual world where one thing can only be true at the expense of another (usually its apparent opposite).

This is Life’s old “one-two punch” (‘if it’s not one thing—it’s another’) and living such is like living in a punching bag—with no way out. Thus there is no end to the Secondary Level World and no end to human life. This Thing is a kind of certainty w/ no specifics or preferences.

Excursion

Epilogue :for NP: (voluntary)  make up a new name for yourself and write a one-page fictional biography.


The News

If most men didn’t go to bed, it’d come to them anyway.

* * *

Man’s secondary world is composed of questions — not
answers.

* * *

Once upon a time, there was this one planet that darn near
caught up with itself.

* * *

Heretofore suppressed travel notes regarding certain
dangerous explorations: It is extremely difficult (and downright
iffy) to go from suspecting-you-know-something to an actual
“sighting” without becoming a new native of seriousness.

* * *

Hey! Can you believe it?!

* * *

In the normal, neural city, drabness can be its own reward
(if not mental fashion statement).

* * *

One man’s favorite motto was, “If you can’t believe
yourself, who can you believe? …and certainly not anyone who
would ask dumb ass questions like this!” …(What a motto,
what a guy [what time is it?])

* * *

For the sake of efficiency, all religions can also be used
as a form of revenge.

* * *

If you’re going to drive a bus in the city, don’t expect to
meet the king.

* * *

A chap currently hiding in a large cardboard box over by the
power plant told me (through a hole cut out for that purpose)
that he’d decided his approach to life was going to be: “Like,
you know, I’ll like, think about stuff, you know, for like
fifty years, you know, and then, like — do something.”

* * *
Who but the old can swindle the young?

* * *

Hey! I gotta tell you about this one; there was this guy,
you see, who would only think when he — yeah, when he —
wanted to. …(Can you believe it!)

* * *

As men revere and honor a monarch — even a tyrant — so,
too, do man’s lesser, scattered thoughts pay blind homage to the
major, institutional ones Life puts on the throne.

* * *

The main function of a lotta gods is just to add a
postscript.

* * *

Those who believe that life is just a bad joke are wrong,
and those who believe that life is not a bad joke are equally
so.

* * *

I can’t begin to tell you how many times people have
asked.

* * *

From our televised audience comes a note from a man who says
that several shows back, we read a letter from a viewer who said
he thought my reference to gods, kings and ole-men-and-kids
didn’t actually refer to real people out there in the world, and
the instant writer says I did not respond to this observation.

* * *

One ole man told his kid, “It breaks my heart to have to
tell you this.”

* * *

An apparent, a would-be king knows he is finally in full
control when he clearly perceives there’s no longer any synonym
for “I” or “me.”

* * *

This one god sent secret messages through drugs and alcohol,
but no one knew what they were. …(Fair enough.)

* * *

In some civilized realities, there are places set aside
wherein men may go to cry, whine and complain, all the while
unknowingly tramping about on their own neural pecker.
…(These certain areas are not [you might note] generally
described in such words.)

* * *

There are unconfirmed reports that via the mail there are
some raccoons attempting to pass themselves off as squirrels.

* * *

Reality — I mean real reality, doesn’t shiver.

* * *

Those who suppose that the affairs-of-man are shaped by his
institutions, his politics, his religions, and arts also believe
that the clothes make the man. …(Which, in the secondary
world, is not impossible.)

* * *

Whenever he had to go, this one guy’d say, “Hey, I gotta
go.”

* * *

The Linear History of one reality had this to say:
“Yesterday, everyone talked funny.”

* * *

And as fitting punishment, they took away this one guy’s
exclamation point.

* * *

Exhibiting a kind of naive insight into the general gear-
works of the city, one man insisted, “I am not a victim of
habit, but rather a perpetrator.”

* * *

Everyone who is alive is at war, and only the plebeian foot
soldier would assume this has but physical significance.

* * *
Then there was this other god who had a cousin who would
finish all his sentences for him.

* * *

The rich are always guilty. …(And only the intellectual
infantryman would suppose this refers to fiscal affairs.)

* * *

Three Stories: Whatever happened to him, this one guy would
tell everyone on the bus all about it. Second Story: Everyone’s
on the bus. Third Story: Everyone on the bus is still dragging
that dead body behind them.

* * *

On one planet, becoming civilized at an extreme rate of
speed, their religious Institution advertised a mid-week
“Spiritual-Cultural Night” which was listed as offering “Soul
Music For Them What Got No Soul.”

* * *

Refresher Announcement: The king wants everybody to stay
busy.

* * *

The sheriff squinted at the sun, picked his teeth, spat on
the deputy and said, “Son, it’s always high noon somewhere.”

* * *

In one certain closed reality, they still like to sing the
song about the gallant knight who constantly corrected himself
— “for” (as he later put it) “all the good it did him.”

* * *

And even though they’d been jolly well warned, several
people were still surprised.

* * *

Near mid-city last week, a fellow stopped me on the street
and said that after following our shows for some time now, “It
all becomes clear.” He admits he still doesn’t understand it,
and yet It all becomes clear.

* * *

If Life didn’t add a laugh track, how’d you know where
the funny parts were.

* * *

Whenever he was suddenly confronted by some common, routine
and mundane possibility, this one guy’d often say to himself,
“Hah! — I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction!”

* * *

The machine was constructed in such a way that whenever it
was running low on fuel, only a few people noticed.

* * *

All of the history-shaping ideas were had by men on drugs.
…(P.S.: There is no “P.S.” — and if you didn’t already
know that, you probably ought to change drugs.)

* * *

Another distinction to subversive thought is that while it
is fresh, and unique to you at the moment, it yet has a ring of
being timeless and universal.

* * *

In private talk, the king said to the young prince, “Amid
the grand, limited conspiracy of life, be careful not to become
entangled in the several persuasive, captiously symmetrical ideas
that so enthrall our subjects, such as: The people like to
repeat the phrase, knowledge is power — now, this does no harm
to the submissive, but you must be clear regarding the error of
such thought — power is power.” …(Such, underlies the
histories of polarized, neural kingdoms.)

* * *

In finite realities there is no way to spell “certainty”
without mis-spelling it.

* * *

Those in power believe in destiny, while the weak can only
acknowledge chance and bad luck. …(Thus are writ and lived the
histories of man’s neural states, of kings and commoners alike.)

* * *

The health of Life is relentless.

* * *

After the execution of all active resistance, the next
matter on a new conqueror’s agenda is the suppression of any
sense of the ridiculous. …(These histories are inscribed on
the intellectual, cultural and sentimentality pages of man’s
institutional DNA.)

* * *

Statement Of Fact From A Limited Dimensional View: Even god
enjoys a good laugh, as long as it doesn’t have anything to do
with anything he ever had anything to do with.

* * *

One guy’s story: The madder he got, the more he laughed.
Moral: Don’t let this happen to you! …(After some seconds
of silence, Kyroot added: But, hell, the moral to everything
is “Don’t let this happen to you.”

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