Jan Cox Talk 0831

If Two Possibilities Are Visible, Then There Must Be a Third

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#831 Jun 19, 1991 – 1:00
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :16. It could simply be noted: ordinary mental activity involves either worry or complaint, without exception. But if there are two visible, there must be a third possibility. The Real Revolutionist, not staring, looking around, can access the third possible mode of mind activity. Any sensual fixation disrupts fresh thought. Not staring externally or internally must not be for any or no reason, there must be a reason, and the PR must make one up.

E,g., ask yourself just one more question about what you’ve just thought; refuse all conclusions. If you think your thoughts arise from your own brain, you haven’t thought about it much. Ordinary thought arises in the limbic system and hence man’s thinking assumes forms of sensation/feeling: worry and complaint.

Epilogue: videos are for the benefit of serious, regular attendees; casual viewers are only apparently played to.


The News

In a rebellious mind — I mean universe — I mean mind,
every day could be a garage sale… (“Come early, nothing held
back.”)

* * *

One guy kept a notebook full of words he’d never used or
heard of.

* * *

In the continuing games between his facts and his hormones,
the odds remain too volatile to entice a prudent man’s wager.

* * *

Working with a street crew, one ole sorehead muttered as I
passed, “Everybody’ll encourage you to do what’s necessary to
become famous, but then they won’t help raise your bail.”

* * *

During a period of particular pique, one guy’s partner said,
“Anything you can think, I can think better” and he replied,
screaming, “That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you!”

* * *

The unnoted, economic neural history of man has gone
something like this: Two plus two equals four, four plus four
equals zero, four plus four equals eight, eight plus eight equals
zero, eight plus eight equals sixteen, and like that.

* * *

Yearly, this one king would stir the people to high passion,
and lead them yet again on a Great March to Freedom; this he did
annually, with no sign of enemies approaching and with no
appearance of new shackles on the being of his peoples. Yearly
he did this, and not once did anyone raise a question. …and
Kyroot added: Minds that speak of freedom do so from the view of
prisoners, not of penal architects; the reality of three
dimensions may well be in confinement, but its captor must be
measured beyond triumvirate facets.

* * *

As some sort of personal contra-measure, this one man,
instead of doing things that seemed to him impertinent, but that
might do him some good — would do the opposite. …(He adds
that while he doesn’t recommend this for others, he also refrains
from doing so.)

* * *
A viewer writes in to say that as regards my several
descriptions of this kind of stuff, he wants to know what is the
difference between revolution and mere turmoil. Well, Dear
Viewer, anyone who would ask such a question wouldn’t understand
the answer; or, Version Two Response: Anyone who would ask such
a question and could understand the answer shouldn’t have asked
in the first place. …(And a voice from the video recorder
said, “Turmoil? Turmoil? Who indeed mentioned turmoil?”)

* * *

Civilian Quote For The Day: “A man who throws fits can
still be your friend if you like to have friends who throw fits.”

* * *

The ranter, stage center in the speaker’s area of city park,
apparently extolling yet another of man’s routine attributes
exclaimed, “Without thought, there are no tears,” and a man with
a group of pigeons leaped into the air with the sudden
realization that without thought there is no reason for tears.
…( A passing chipmunk said he knew that already and was
puzzled as to why more humans do not avail themselves of this
knowledge. …[Some time later, a much older tree said to the
cute rodent, “You know precisely why they don’t.”])

* * *

Another way to suspect the speciousness of apparent finite
realities such as yours is to note that even faits accomplis
are never actually completed. …(Hummm, whose cologne is that I
smell? …Hey, who invited Captain Irony?)

* * *

There are two situations wherein the future cannot slip up
on you; one of them is for you to be going backwards, the other
is not.

* * *

Fitting his purposes of encouraging fresh, non-standard
views of man’s intellectual world in the kid, one ole man noted,
“Dictionaries don’t have opinions.”

* * *

Only the gods can operate by faith — everyone else has to.

* * *

After hearing the benefits of the Trickle Down Theory so
vigorously touted, this one chap attempted to place his one or
two best thoughts at the very top of his brain stem and agenda.
…(It’s fun and reassuring to see that economic theories work
no less worse in other areas than they do in economics.)

* * *

In the secondary world conclusions are not possible because
conclusions are not needed.

* * *

One of the park’s regular ole sorehead bench jockeys says
that the assistance most people offer is always “on sale.”

* * *

A correspondent thusly corresponds, “Dear Kyroot: My
youngest brother believes that you make up all the questions-
from-viewers that you read, and now my other brother says he
thinks you make up the answers! — Say it ain’t so!” — (Hey, who
do I look like? — Shoeless Joe?)

* * *

On especially bad days this one god used to call his mama
just to say it was him.

* * *

In individual support of his conception of intellectual
progress, this one fellow would never use nine words where he
could use thirty-seven hundred.

* * *

Even in a finite universe there can be infinite resources:
the factual world and man’s intellect itself.

* * *

Reflecting on the vagaries of life, one guy mused, “If dogs,
even retaining their affection and wit, had the feel and air of a
rat, would not their popularity tend to decrease?”

* * *

The ole Vagabond Philosopher by the side of the highway
remarked, “I do not care whether a man is rich or poor; I do not
even care if he is good or evil; my only care is whether he is
going my way or not.” (And a chipmunk from an earlier Kyroot
nodded, “Words to live by, indeed — [or else some to at least
get you out of town”].)

* * *

Many human beings feel they’re in the wrong profession.
(No, kid, I’m not in charge of noting the obvious.)

* * *

One man said, ohhh, he’d go ahead and give in and be
religious if someone would answer just one question for him: Who
invented insults, the good guys or the bad guys?

* * *

There was this one reality that would every now and then
look at itself and say, “Can you believe this shit!”

* * *

The mortality tables on the dissatisfied continue to hold
steady.

* * *

There’s this one fellow who avers that “Cliches are the same
as quasars.”

* * *

One king stated that above all things he feared the printed
word; this was not because he was anti-intellectual but because
his father had been killed by a book bomb. …(Now see, the
truth can ofttimes be simpler than it seems…and aren’t you
ashamed for so quickly jumping to concussions?

* * *

If they wanna write your posthumous biography — be glad
you’re dead.

* * *

Once the kid was old enough to look in mirrors, his ole man
began periodically reminding him, “To be famous in the city you
gotta either believe that you’re real special or else that
everyone else is real dumb.” …(And a kindly Red Oak put in his
two leaves worth by saying, “Ah, words-to-live-by indeed — if
you live in the city…but is not that redundancy personified,
inasmuch as if you live in the city, you live by words anyway.”)

* * *

To celebrate his own birthday, this one god gave his people
the gift of a brand new one-syllable word.

* * *

I received an urgent fax this morning from a reality I
mentioned a few days ago. (You remember, the one wherein I noted
that if you thought of something more than once it was yours.)
Well, he says they’ve been flooded with applications not-to-come
there, along with inquiries from others wanting to know if they
are already accidental inhabitants.

* * *

Three More Stages Of Beliefs: “We are what we eat,” to
“What we eat is us,” on to a place where both are simultaneously
correct. …(And notes Dr. Zoomer-Ummer-Long, “In these here
dimensions, that’s about what life is all about.”)

* * *

During a temporary lull in the bewilderment, the older rebel
told a fresh mutineer, “Son, if you don’t lay your own track,
you’ll have to ride somebody else’s train.” …(Not as many
young people today want to become neural gandy dancers as didn’t
before this story began.)

* * *

Way out west is way out east.

* * *

He says that his personal, everyday, living motto is
contained in a rhyme, “You got to look around to get along,” and
before someone could point out that it didn’t actually rhyme, he
said, “I saw that already.”

* * *

The Intelligent Person’s Time Saving Tip For The Day: If
you make up your bed while you’re still in it.

* * *
If you can see two then there’s got to be three, and if you
can’t see two then you’re not even looking to begin with.

* * *

One recovering sorehead mentioned to a younger companion at
a recent S.A. meeting, “It’s easy sport to ridicule mockers
’cause whatever they do in return, it sounds like plagiarism.”
…(Several hours later the lad thought, “The oldsters
certainly have something to teach the young, assuming that the
young want to become oldsters.” …[A statue in the park who
sometimes watches our show wants to know if there’s not some law
against Excessive Epilogues & Addenda.])

* * *

The belief that absenting the battlefield can somehow assist
in the ultimate victory places much faith in the power of Time
Out.

* * *

The guy working in the dairy section, as he handed me my
cheese, remarked, “Even by ordinary views and definitions, it’s
difficult to be `good’ without being intelligent.” Dropping some
sour cream he added, “Not that that stops anyone from trying.”

* * *

City statistic, sans adjective: Most people’s intellectual
relationships fail within the first eighty years.

* * *

This one god would only give out useful advice to those he
knew wouldn’t use it. (A matter of “conservation,” he notes.)

* * *

The silent become invisible. …and Kyroot added for the
ordinary: If you have a mind, do not try this there!

* * *

There’s a stranger who comes by and takes everybody for a
little ride.

* * *