Jan Cox Talk 0832

A Factual Kingdom Is not Fully Functional Until Its King Is Worried

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#832 Jun 21, 1991 – 1:00
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :19. To see there are two sides to any question perforce includes the third possibility; for the Real Revolutionist it is unimportant that it be a specifically identifiable third, but the unconditional incessant awareness of its existence is. When the ordinary mind is successfully convinced of the third possibility it immediately replaces one of the basic two initially recognized with it: net Real Revolutionist gain = 2…= 0. A factual kingdom is not fully functional until even its leader begins to worry and complain.


The News

The only puzzle worthy of a revolutionist’s attention is an
open-ended one with no borders.

* * *

A man inclined to describe to you his special relationships
with others, has quite routine relationships with others.

* * *

A revolutionist not only takes all information as
misinformation, but moreover regards all information as equally
useful.

* * *

Inter-office item from the city’s semi-secret Department of
Problems: There’s a man who never uses his mirror; he says it
was already there when he arrived. But hell, guys — anyone
could make that excuse.” (End of memo.)

* * *

A group of citizens appeared, chanting, “Free King Oh Lo,
Free King Oh Lo.” And from the palace a figure appeared and
said, “You people know King Oh Lo died thirty years ago.” But
they continued, “Free King Oh Lo, Free King Oh Lo.”

* * *

Got a letter from a guy who says that although he really
enjoys our shows, and believes he’s actually learned something
from them, but that the more he watches the harder it’s becoming
for him to stay serious at his everyday job. He says this
wouldn’t be so bad except that he’s a… (He says that here we
can fill in the blank with just about any occupation we can think
of.)

* * *

More scribblings copied from the Great Wall Of Life (that
section down near the stadium): “Being in a coma won’t help.”

* * *

A certain ole man sat his kid down and said, “Look sport, me
being more experienced in life, and knowing more how things tend
to go, let me save us both some time: Whenever I tell you
something that you immediately realize is of extreme
importance, and then you later realize that you’ve already mostly
forgotten it, don’t get too upset at yourself — hey, remember,
after all — you’re only a dumb son of a bitch.

* * *
In the really wild west mythic frontiers, even the horses
carried guns.

* * *

After a period of existence, the beings of one Big Guy’s
creation came to him and asked if he would give “guarantees” as
to what he did and said in his position of god, and after he
more or less agreed, and they had left, one of the deity’s buds
expressed surprise at how casually he seemed to treat their
somewhat “forward” request. And the Large One replied, “Oh, I
don’t worry about handing out warranties, and guarantees.
The day I’ll become concerned is when they can tell whether I
lived up to my assurances or not.”

* * *

Due to the nature of his transgressions, when it came his
time, they insisted that he stand in the electric chair to take
his medicine.

* * *

One ole sorehead noted, “Maybe there is a symbiotic
relationship between Life and man, but if so — Life is the
‘symbi’ and we’re the ‘otic’.”

* * *

A quite sophisticated city chap recently noted that:
“Primary acts are as solid as nails, and to the civilized,
ofttimes about as exciting.” …(Though no proof has been
proffered, the rumor persists that Captain Irony’s cousin is that
other popular hero — Super-Facts.)

* * *

Although it probably shouldn’t be known in the city, there
is a difference between “getting wise” and getting worn out.

* * *

Many of one man’s associates kept hid in a closet.
…(Several of the crow flock’s best thoughts demanded to speak
with the king, but when the Vice Chancellor threw out some
ripened fruit, most of them abandoned the idea.)

* * *

There were two brothers who lived in the same head-city, and
in a surprising turn of events, one of them wouldn’t take advice,
and the other one wouldn’t give any. They later opened a lumber
yard.

* * *

In this form of finite reality a person can think in three
ways: You can think of what’s true; you can think of what’s not
true; or you can think.

* * *

If you don’t have something that seems secondarily important
in your life — make one up!

* * *

Received another note in the mails from a man who says he’s
been wanting to write me and say how much “help” I’ve been to
him, but that his inner family and closest associates said that
if he called what I was doing to him “help” one more time, they
were going to have him committed to the strangest institution
they could find.

* * *

From one verbal view, to do this — to be the revolutionist
— you gotta be your own comforting, internal subversive….
…(And of course — don’t let anyone know it [especially those
in you-know-where].)

* * *

A fellow examining a water bill with extraordinary interest
stopped just long enough to say that the only thing he would ask
of his god is that if he’s about to shoot him in the foot, not to
say, “Now watch out.”

* * *

Then he adjusted his quilts — (maybe that’s “kilts,”
there’s a smudge on the paper) and shouted to the bounding surf,
“If the actor is superb then the script doesn’t matter.” And a
passing hero thought — “Oh yeah?!”

* * *

In one finite, but otherwise quite charming reality, an ole
man coddled his kid and cooed, “If your name’s Adam, and you got
a hoe, and you know how to feel guilty, you’ll never want for
work.” …(The tad’s brain partner wondered how long it would
take, on his allowance, to save up for a sex change operation, or
a bus ticket to another universe?)

* * *

Hey! Stay tuned.

* * *

There was once this kig (he was actually a king, but he
didn’t have an “n” on his typewriter) — there was once this kig
who kept secrets even from himself; he thought this was really
impressive until he heard that in some realities this was a bare
minimum requirement to even be a leader.

* * *

The flavor of one guy’s poetry varied with the type style of
the different print-wheels he’d use in his typewriter; he says he
knows this is silly, but that he’s an artist, so who cares.

* * *

In this one reality many people seemed happier before they
were named.

* * *

At another one of those city receptions I overheard one chap
tell a companion that the only reason the “powers-that-be”
continue to allow our presence is because without the likes of
us, they couldn’t be the powers-that-be.

* * *

Just before we started taping tonight’s show I was handed a
note from Captain Irony, who asks as follows: “Consider the
following scenario: First, we have a man who devotes his life to
helping the homeless; then, at the shelter where he works, a
drifter mindlessly shoots him down. And with his dying breath
the man says not to spend on a funeral for him, but rather send
donations to the shelter. Now I, the ubiquitous Captain Irony,
ask you — at which point in this story do I make my appearance?”
* * *

Whenever this one guy’d get up on a ladder, he’d talk in a
teenie little voice.

* * *

According to an official finding, several of their brief
encounters weren’t brief enough. …(Please note: nothing in
what I have just reported would give a reasonable person any
cause to not believe that this all occurred somewhere in the
plain, tangible world, out there.)

* * *

There’s no question of anything until there’s the ability to
question.

* * *

Someone from a nearby city shipped me a painting (it’s
actually a sign, but he calls it a painting) which states in
broad, red strokes: “Ideas that don’t go anywhere are just as
good as anyone else.” …(You know, it might look good up over
my uncle’s bed.)

* * *

Over in one of those city learning places the professor of
Most Unusual Physics But Quite Normal Philosophy commenced his
course by verbally saying to the class — using both his lips and
mouth — “Remember: there are no such things as `dumb
questions,’ only dumb people who ask questions.”

* * *

(Quoteth the city evermore): “Hey, don’t get too smart for
your own britches, just remember: If you attribute all your bad
ideas to someone else — they’ll get all the credit.”

* * *

Once you realize that memory is not personal, spring comes a
little earlier every year.

* * *

After listening to a recital of the people’s popular music
(which he’d never heard before), the king thought, “Hey, if I
don’t like it, it can’t be all that popular.” …..(And an out-
of-dimension-commentator’s-voice injected: “There must be a
metaphoric lesson here regarding the central core make-up of a
man’s opinion-based social personality; but since neither I, nor
myself have a clue as to just what it is, we’ll let it go for
now…but watch it! I might be back.”)

* * *

A growing neural revolutionist might have some experience in
— if not knowledge of — auto-cannibalism.

* * *

Only a god could unconditionally tell himself, “Hey, lighten
up,” which is why he never would.

* * *

Gazing pensively into the far distance (apparently for
dramatic effect), one ole man said to the kid, “Whenever I tell
you something in my normal tone of voice you may consider that
what you are hearing is the Voice of Experience.” “Which,” the
lad asked, “is worth what?” “Duck shit, my boy, mere duck shit.”
…..(They both then looked off as far as possible.)

* * *

One chap wrote down a history of damn-near everything; only
thing was, he got all the dates wrong.

* * *

Graffiti from a previously demolished restroom: “Those
without someone to tell ’em what to do, may finally find
themselves in quite a messy stew; (But even those who say they’re
such may know a tad, but don’t know much.)” …(Hysterical
footnote: in one school, when you had an opinion, you’d hold up
one finger, an actual idea — two. …And, no, you may not be
excused unless you fail to recognize this classroom as a proper
battlefield.)

* * *

Fine tuning his neural nose he said, “Ahhh, the sweet smell
of tomorrow.”

* * *

If a man believes he has too many facts — and has any
desire to be a neural revolutionist, then what he really needs is
more facts.

* * *

My advice, for some areas: if they offer to let you take a
break, decline.

* * *

There was once this quite normal and ordinary fellow who
examined himself daily; it didn’t help — he was just as dumb at
fifty as he had expected to be.

* * *

In the city, the inability to admit you’re wrong is proof
you’re right.

* * *

They tell of one place where everything was the moral, and
nothing the story.

* * *

Due to newly recognized local laws of efficiency, it can now
be thusly stated: “If you think or pace back and forth, you can
arrive at back just as quickly as you can forth.”

* * *

In one of those imagined revolutionist camps thought to be
just outside of some cities, one assumed taller rebel told an
apparent hotter one, “In a peculiar kind of way, if you have to
struggle just to be ordinary, you’ve already got a leg up.”

* * *

Everything that everybody thinks is correct — which is
the unnoted basis for all of man’s arguments…and growth.

* * *

One of the park philosophers laid aside his sandwich (and
god only knows what else), and declared to the semi-interested,
and faithful noontime crowd: “(The continued torturing of
proverbs is not assurance of escape from justice, but here we go
again) — Barking-up-the-wrong-tree is of small significance to a
squirrel with laryngitis.” (And believe it or don’t, but someone
in the audience actually got something from this. …[I say this
smilingly as though it were possible for something to happen in
the city that someone didn’t get something out of. …(Where
do you think they got the words “city” and “mind” from,
anyway?)])

* * *

A viewer writes to say that we could use as our show’s
slogan, “A Long Kyroot Is A Strong Kyroot.” (He says if we do,
we owe him six hundred dollars plus postage.)

* * *

A short Kyroot read earlier tonight has called to complain
about the last letter-from-a-viewer. (Received and noted.)

* * *

Another viewer writes in to say that he particularly enjoys
it when there’s a series of Kyroots read that are connected to
one another, and he wishes we would stop it. …..(He says it
all reminds him too much of his own brain activities.)

* * *

Some of the people on the ground floor thought they heard
the sound of something being moved up the stairs to the rooms
above; they weren’t absolutely sure, but they never are.

* * *

If everything’s not a metaphor then nothing is.

* * *