Jan Cox Talk 0825

Profitable Thinking Is Thinking About Thinking

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Summary

#825 * Jun 5, 1991 * – 1:00
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :17. The factual world can always change, must always change. The Primary Level World changes only according to its own agenda and schedule. Secondary Level World changes only thru man, and must change to remain alive. The ordinary polar-based brain thinks about life (thereby including thinking about itself); the Real Revolutionist brain thinks, in an impersonal manner, about its own thinking. Real Revolutionist thinking is not limited to the mere physical operations of the brain organ, normal neural activity is a kind of defense mechanism, a self-protection with the brain as weapon of survival.

Real Revolutionist neural activity more an offensive weapon, an exploration. The ordinary mind cannot explore when it is self-referring, self-protecting and having expectations. Real Revolutionist intelligence is like a new force made dimensional. The factual world is composed of questions, not answers. The job of the old, the rich (fat with investment in, and full of established ideas) , to swindle the young out of their change, their instability, to maintain status quo.

The young are fully correct to fear only the old in this swindle, not their contemporaries (no matter their demonstrable talent and interest in swindling). The young, full of change, desire change, improvement in the external, old world. The Neural Revolutionary must always stay young


The News

Whenever it was forced to slow down, this one reality would
instead just stop.

* * *

One fellow says that he never knows what he’s going to think
about each day; he says it makes things more interesting that
way…(considering what he has to work with).

* * *

After ingesting especially hearty and challenging ideas, he
would often give himself a mental Heimlich maneuver.

* * *

On the opening day of the season, the king would come to the
park and toss out the first threat.

* * *

This one man became so cosmopolitan that traffic used to
come play in him.

* * *

This one group of ideas — I mean, people — known as the
Now What’s?, every time they’d get together would say, “Well,
now that we’re together — now what?”

* * *

When it’s too late in some places it’s also in others…
(But — hey, don’t sweat it now!)

* * *

On days when things had gone particularly well, this one god
would close his eyes, take a long, luxurious stretch, and think,
“Ahhh, it’s good for someone else to be alive.”

* * *

One ole saddle sore’s advice to his bunion youngion was, “If
you don’t know what you’re doing, wave your arms around a lot,”
and the kid analyzed it, deconstructed it, reconstructed it, and
rearranged it to the point that where when he couldn’t wave his
arms around a lot, he knew what he was doing.

* * *

A man from the TV city told me that he could see that
everybody would believe something, and that some people would
believe anything, but that until he saw our programs, he wasn’t
aware of anything that nobody would believe. …(After
saying this, he turned and walked away a few steps — stopped,
came back to me and asked if he should reconsider his definition
of “believe”?)

* * *

On his birthday, without fail, this one guy would get off
alone, and into a mirror serenade himself with their favorite
song, “Breaking Up Is Hard To Do.”

* * *

There was once a man who didn’t know the difference between
problems and troubles, but do you think that stopped him???
…Noooo!

* * *

Just as the mutinous traitor was about to be executed, he
looked in the king’s direction and boldly proclaimed, “Aye, you
may today kill my body, but my thoughts are not so easily
disposed of,” and His Grace turned to an aide and whispered,
“Say, do I have anything against his thoughts too?”

* * *

The pilot came on the intercom and said, “If you’ll look out
the right side, you’ll notice we’re coming up on the right side.”

* * *

Viewer writes, “As I watch your show, I often begin to think
about ordinary situations in life in a whole new way — in a
good way, but the next day, when I am back in these
situations, I forget all about the new ways of thinking about
them. Please tell me, what do you call that?” Answer:
Breathing.

* * *

A man trying to catch up should not leave his sandwich
unattended.

* * *

This different, revolutionist thinking of which we speak
could be called New Force Made Dimensional.

* * *

Said one ole sorehead, “In some things you gotta try many
times before you fail.”

* * *

There was this one god who got tired of making up the news,
so he turned the job over to one of the kings in his creation,
but soon the lower ruler grew weary of the responsibility and
decided to let the marketplace take over, and let the news look
out for itself. …(Throughout all these behind the scenes
machinations and alterations in the production of the news, no
one noticed any difference.)

* * *

As the unattended radio played upstairs, several of the
soccer players grew restless.

* * *

There was once this one world that continually spun round
and round, and then whizzed about in even larger circles and no
one noticed it — oh, they “noticed it” alright, but they didn’t
“get it.”

* * *

One city thinker’s latest think is that history began less
than two hundred years ago; he says this explains why the experts
have such difficulty in determining what occurred thousands of
years ago.

* * *

Once he’d about had enough of it, this one guy said so.

* * *

One autocratic ruler decided to call himself The King Of
Ideas: He admitted this might be pretentious, perhaps even ill-
applied, “But! — and here’s the catch –” (as he put it) “no one
has a better idea!”

* * *

In this one universe, if you think about something more than
twice, it’s yours.

* * *

An historically repressed Topographical Tautology: A group
of dunderheads getting together is not entirely unlike a group
of dunderheads NOT getting together.

* * *

A man says that after he saw one of these programs, he
thought he should write us; after seeing two shows, he wondered
if he could write us; and, he says, after seeing three
broadcasts, he doesn’t know why anyone would.

* * *

Another difference between this kinda stuff and the other
kinda stuff in life is that not only does this kinda stuff not
offer any guarantees, it doesn’t even guarantee you’ll notice!

* * *

On the first day of every month, this one god would send
himself a bill. …(Okay, on the first day of every month, this
one guy would send himself a bill…you like that better?)

* * *

One reality was so poor and undeveloped that they had to
import history.

* * *

After examining the driver’s I.D. and credentials, the
highway thought-patrolman chided the interstate-intellectual,
“I’m sorry, son, but just a poetic license doesn’t give you the
right to go that fast around here.”

* * *

Ofttimes while sitting about, this one ruler would mutter
softly to himself, “It’s a hopeless task, a hopeless task,” and
none of the underlings were stupid enough to ask what he meant.

* * *

The mails brought in another card from a man who says that
he’s convinced I know more than I’m telling. …(He says that
least I get the “big head,” I should know that he’s sent similar
letters to six hundred other people.)

* * *

One urban Lit Prof’s advice over his third pitcher of draft:
“If you’re going to do poetry telling a swallow or sparrow to
carry your most important message to a most important person,
don’t use birds that are Teamsters.”

* * *

The exasperated Director Of Attitudes And Expectations in a
certain limited reality told an upset, out-of-town visitor, “Sir,
as our most revered tradition so clearly cites: If you want
something done right — go somewhere else.”

* * *

There was a man who paid his homage to the ironic by getting
up every morning.

* * *

One ole guy decided to name his intellectual-godson after a
car; he called him The Wreck.

* * *

One of the things that they teach at any decent god school
is that when it comes to creatin’ — do yourself first.

* * *

Whilst in a snit, ranting about a recently executed foe, the
king was reminded by a Chamber Minister, “But there is nothing
can be done, Your Grace, you cannot hang a man twice; once your
enemies are dead — they’re dead, and that’s the end of that,”
and His Lordship was so annoyed at this apparent bar to his
further pleasure that he immediately invented Memories and
Recollections.

* * *

Experiencing a persistent difficulty in distinguishing
anonymity from unanimity, one chap could reach an internal
consensus only under an assumed name.

* * *

Then last night a chap approached me near the corner and
said that before he saw our show he thought he’d seen
everything, but now he begins to suspect he’s never actually
seen anything.

* * *

In his struggle to clarify and simplify his thoughts, one
man, as he spoke, removed in his own mind the serifs from all his
words.

* * *

During one of the court’s All-Night-Feasts-And-Imperial-
Blow-Outs, the Royal Soothsayer, after having a bit too much of
the Truth Juice, threw his arm around the king and said, “Oh,
okay, I’ll tell you: The reason I speak in allegories and
metaphories is because I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

* * *

Germinating Update: There’s no accounting for reality’s
tastes.

* * *

Another viewer writes in regarding two recent Kyroots that
were read on the show — one about the god of one reality whose
response to all his creatures’ pleas and complaints was to remind
them that “Fair’s fair,” and the other one that noted how the
moral to all stories is “Don’t let this happen to you,” — and
the correspondent wants to know if I’m not sort of cheating, or
plagiarizing myself, since he thinks the two idea-punch-lines are
actually the same.

* * *

Some words claim to begin with a specific letter.

* * *

Just to teach them (quote) “a much needed lesson,” once this
one god told his little creatures something, he would repeat it
only forty-seven thousand times. …(Moral: Same one — don’t
let this happen in your brain.)

* * *

Down by the sea, one man built the only house on Cape
Sudden; all who heard of it wanted to visit, but none had the
nerve.

* * *

The factual world can always change; the factual world
must always change.

* * *

One king reigned in a land that was chemical marshes as far
as the eye could see, and where lightning constantly flashed, and
finally, in a moment of realization, he exclaimed, “Wait a
minute — I know where I am!”

* * *

Humor confined to the dimensions in which its intended
target resides is not funny. (Serious Version Punch-Line: Is
not funny, As in “humor-which-is-informative.”)

* * *

Say good-bye to physics, Adieu, to chemistry, store
cosmology in the tool shed, for here it is — The Super-Bumptious
Scientific Law-Of-It-All: Things are arranged as they are so
that they’ll work as they do.

* * *