Jan Cox Talk 0828

If You Are Part of Any Situation, You Can’t Analyze It

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Summary

#828 Jun 12, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :16. TMTYHT (thinking more than you have to) = “always asking just one more question”. The Socratic Dialogue method is a crude reflection of This Thing taking place in your own neural, landscape, internally, privately. It is a pursuing of the Factual World to the final extremity of its extent…in one lifetime. But the asking of just one more question is not for proving truth over falsehood: it is to continually reveal to yourself, to create a fresh awareness of the instability of the FW. If you are a part of any question, any situation, you are unable to analyze it.


The News

As the flying conditions grew worse, the plane looked in at
itself and said, “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m
bailing out.”

* * *

To many, the smell of the past is an aroma — not rot.

* * *

One of the spokespersons (during their off time) had this to
say: “Progress can indeed be impeded when you have a reality
that keeps asking, `Are you sure my hair looks all right from the
back?'”

* * *

Even when trying to create, the ordinary cannot do so
without first criticizing something.

* * *

Then there’s the legend of the god who lost nearly all his
followers by his refusal to tell them about his problems.

* * *

As they pondered which street to turn down, the old man
nudged the kid, “Kid, just remember: If the `facts-of-the-
matter’ don’t get you, something else will.” …(Portions of the
lad’s feet grew weary.)

* * *

Near a tree a guy stopped and said his latest determination
is that Life is the installer and we are the goods.

* * *

There was this one reality that would only really get down
to business once the pressure was on.

* * *

A chap thrown out of a convention told me on the street
outside, “If time didn’t exist, man would have to invent being
late.”

* * *

A man who claims he once ate an entire kumquat souffle drops
a line to say that after watching a number of these programs he’s
developed his own little way of doing certain things: He says
when he discovers some aspect of himself he doesn’t like, he’ll
begin to make biting fun of it in other people and then —
“hopefully,” he adds — just wait for his own inner sense of
justice to take over.

* * *

In that other place, as per the Big Guy’s wishes: several
times a day it became those times of day. …(And you think
things are weird here!)

* * *

To help fatten his public reputation, this one semi-famous
guy decided to engage in moments of torment and self-doubt.

* * *

No survey of a universe from within its own dimensional
confines can ever extend beyond the edges of its own reality;
corollary: No study of yourself from any identifiable position
within your own intellectual universe can reveal first causes or
seminal events; such matters will remain part of your own cosmic
dark matter.

* * *

Continuing city dialogue replayed incessantly, repackaged
for every generation: “There’s a difference between the beating
of a drum and a philosophical discourse.” “Prove it!”

* * *

This one guy would intentionally use the same word more than
once. …(From there it got even worse, and moved into
thoughts.)

* * *

“Just remember, my boy,” he said, “a man with a good
reputation can always dine in peace (assuming he has a quiet
place to eat his lunch).”

* * *

Whenever you just knew things weren’t going well, this one
god would say, “My feet are cold.”

* * *

Under the fog of time, some facts alter their face and thus,
history is irrefutably rewritten.

* * *

One man believes that we’d all be better off if we’d begin
all our sentences with the words “One man believes…”

* * *

Hoping to get quickly on with the growth of his kingdom,
this one ruler went ahead and established the position of
“Minister Of Signs, Warnings, And Bad, Bad Vibrations.”

* * *

Back lot; Stage 3; Closed set: Okay, “QUIET,” lights,
mark-it, get ready — “ACTION” — we’re rollin’: The appearance
of change in the intellectual world is all the change necessary.”
Great, just great, that’s a take.

* * *

Near what felt like the end of the line, many people wanted
off, but few had the proper off-load documents.

* * *

Over near the north end of the city park is a chap with a
guitar and a sign that announces him to be a Transcendental Folk
Singer — (And he says his most requested number is a little
literate blues he composed himself entitled “You Tell Me Your
Metaphors And I’ll Tell You Mine.”)

* * *

A viewer writes in to say that in the last several shows
there have been too many references to airplanes and he says he
doesn’t like it, and doesn’t understand it. (He further states
that he doesn’t understand why he doesn’t like it.)

* * *

In his post-dated will, the ole man left these fee simple
words for the benefit of all his kids and kin: “Once hormones
begin to let you down, memory becomes more important than ever.”
(A codicil to the document added the words: “Dig it dudes, or
die.”)

* * *

The Big Thought (or The Big Guy, according to where you
live at) can always say that he’s glad things worked out for you
so well. He can afford to say that, since he can always take
care of that any time he pleases. …(Hey kid, pessimism is
one of the flavors, but no one said you gotta have ice cream
today.)

* * *

A man contacted the cruise line office wanting to rent space
on board to open a travel agency. (Some of that land’s leading
philosophers have engaged this incident in serious scrutiny.)

* * *

Standing shin deep in the leaking water, his Lordship
observed, “The king has no business fixing his own pipes,” and
the Royal Plumber mused, “No problem there, so long as I get
paid.” (And the monarch [being the mind reading devil that he
was] thought, “Hey, there’s gotta be some kind of working class,
metaphorical lesson in what yon pipe-twister be a-musing.”)

* * *

Galactic-Epitaph-&-Campaign-Banner hanging just at the edge
‘tween two dimensions: Only The Dead, Don’t You See, Suffer Not
From Irony.

* * *

He insists that the best thing about making yourself up a
schedule or list is so that later, in your best General Patton
voice, you can say, “Ah, to hell with it!”

* * *

“Look at it this way,” said the ole man to the neuron — I
mean, kid — “Once you’ve been mugged, you can’t be short-
changed.”

* * *

As proof of its arrival into the big leagues of civility,
this one reality announced that it would begin hosting annual
play-offs between Rumors and Unfounded Rumors.

* * *

Whenever she sensed the approach of a potentially
embarrassing situation, this one woman would get the jump on it
by quite loudly declaring, “Rubber bands and galoshers, rubber
bands indeed.”

* * *
There’s nothing wrong with the past that the future won’t
fix.

* * *

(The following moral was accidentally left off of an earlier
Kyroot): “When you’ve forgotten everything you know, it doesn’t
matter what you know.” …(We regret any convenience this may
have caused you.)

* * *

When you can not care what anyone else thinks — with no
base of hostility — you then have a trick sauce that will feed
more than it will eat.

* * *

The conference had gone along quite well until Friday
afternoon, when that chap attempted to present his paper, “An
Ovulating Bovine And An Anxious Poet Are Not That Much Unalike.”

* * *

Anyone who enjoys talking about themself deserves it.

* * *

In many finite kingdoms, when things are really jumpin’,
executions are by invitation only.

* * *

Some of the ones who’ve gone before left their trace…(this
was prior to the enactment of litter laws).

* * *

The palace of one potentate was without mirrors, for the
king said he could look into the eyes of his neural dance
partners and see all he needed to know. …(Children — please
do not try this in your own mind!)

* * *

Whenever it was his turn at bat, this one reality always
wanted to bunt! (The demand for his baseball card continues to
decline.)

* * *

It seems obvious in retrospect that several members of the
expedition experienced frostbite of the brain well before it was
officially recognized.

* * *

On some days in this guy’s life-film, they’d run the credits
at the beginning, and on other days, at the end. …(As if this
made a difference!)

* * *

A fatfull (I suppose he means “faithful”) viewer writes to
say that he has begun to catalog and number all of the Kyroots
read on these programs, and that this one is Number Eighty-Seven.

* * *

(Our sincerest apologies, but yet another ending was
inadvertently omitted from the previous Kyroot, which was): “The
worlds most easily manipulated are those you have invented; (How
else do you account for the pleasantry of consciousness?)”

* * *

One guy was having none of it — until everyone else did.

* * *

When he had finally cornered himself, the only explanation
he could give of himself was silence. (He understood the
constrictions of this in the city, but here alone, in the corner,
it served his purposes quite well.)

* * *

Several of the performers didn’t show, but the performance
itself carried on nicely.

* * *

A visiting speaker in that area of the park given over to
such activity pronounced, “The sound of what’s said is as
important as what is said,” and raising himself to a climactic
fever, concluded, “and those who do not realize this are cultural
toads,” and large segments of the city’s populace broke out in
warts. …(Cogent Corollary [a meaningless, though harmlessly
pleasant epiloguic alliterative]: An ole man and a kid were
sitting under a tree and the ole man said, “It is all too easy to
misjudge the value of speech,” and the kid said, “Huh?”

* * *