Jan Cox Talk 0835

Also Called: the Expected, The Uninvited & The Irrelevant Forces

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Summary

#835 Jun 28, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :16, The “What do you want?”-Force (WDYW), the uninvited. Men display near totally unreasonable explosive anger at the uninvited including family and friends (and feelings and thoughts). Who looks forward to having to entertain the familiar uninvited, let alone strangers/the alien. At least one-third of life is annoying, irritating t.o those involved.

The “Hey! get out of here!”-Force (HGOOH): it is considered as unnecessary by the ordinary mind for the proper-functioning of reality…or perceived as extremely frightening.


The News

For some, the crucible comes to this: Has thought become
its own reward?

* * *

One guy’s point of distinction was his claim to have been
the first one there; (inasmuch as he stood alone, this produced
no new disputes).

* * *

During the final few moments for ’em all, this one god’s
last words were, “Well, nobody told me!”

* * *

Although all fears are alike, some are worse than others
…(funny thing about fears).

* * *

Insofar as regards the secondary view of certain primary
passings, I could offer this proverbial update: Men don’t die —
their hormones do.

* * *

This one insurgent got so good at what he did that even his
answering service was afraid to forward his calls.

* * *

Unsolicited Description Of Life In A Limited Reality:
Everywhere you look, you find something; and then if you look a
little further, you find what the “something” is not.

* * *

They say that over in one city they decided to go ahead and
be done with it, and above the main library’s door placed a sign:
“A Lot Of The Stuff In Here’s Made-Up.”

* * *

Once he discovered that he couldù just barely manage it, this
one man quit complaining, even to himself, for one simple reason:
he said he was no longer going to give whoever isù in charge the
satisfaction. …(In some dimensions [not this one, thank god]
they find it entirely difficult to fault such reasoning.)

* * *

that once he got back home, he’d send ’em all a whole box full.

* * *

In declining to answer questions (a laù doing interviews),
this one chap stated, “I prefer to let what I sayù do my talking
for me.”

* * *

Having no progeny with whom he was on speaking terms, this
one ole dude offered himself the following advice: “Just go
ahead and be generally excited and work out the details later.”

* * *

The hand holding the white wine spritzer seemed attached to
the head that said, “Truly unique people are not much given to
actually using the word ‘unique'” (pause, sip) “thus, am I so
given to the word, ‘singular'” (pause, sip, sip, sip).

* * *

It wasn’t too long after that.

* * *

After his kid had passed a particularly frustrating day in
city life, one ole man said, “Hey, don’t let it get you down; we
all remember the captain’s name of the Titanic, but who remembers
who built it!” …(The youngster then felt much better…just
like he should…and just like should scare-the-hell out of you.)

* * *

Worrying about debt is practice for worrying about death.

* * *

In this one reality I know of, they have a Law Of Secondary
Constancy that states: “A man who can’t brag about his failures
can never succeed around here.” …(In this instance I’ll leave
to you whether to be scared-as-hell, or not.)

* * *

A viewer writes and says that if I don’t quit using so many
metaphors, he’s going to quit watching the show. (He says he
means this, of course, allegorically, and that he can’t drive on
Tuesdays.)

* * *

kingdom, the kingly one shouted amight, “I’ve got it! If we can
just overcome reality — we’re in like a greasy finger.”

* * *

Reaching deep inside himself, calling upon all of his
reserves, and single-mindedly pulling himself together, he looked
at himself and said, “Is this all the ‘himself’ I’ve got?”

* * *

Another fellow says he thinks the thing is mainly a problem
of his nervous system (which shows how self-diagnosis can be both
pleasant and useless).

* * *

During one of the great battles among the gods — by the
way, there areù no “battles among the gods,” that’s something man
just imagines.

* * *

If you think someone knows more than you, kidnap their
output and hold it for an unfathomable ransom.

* * *

Question For The Day (so long as you understand that it has
nothing to do with motorcars): Does a man who dearly loves a
stick shift have any business working on automatic transmissions?

* * *

Additional unconventional dialogue: Alpha: “That’s quite
interesting — where did you get it?” Beta: “I’m not sure.”
Alpha: “Good — now you’ve got it!”

* * *

New lesson in nonaligned, nonlocal logic: In some
realities they know the exact time and know exactly where they
are; this does them as much good as it does youù knowing about it.
…(Although I called it “nonlocal,” the utility of this
blooms in your own neural neighborhood — it’s just that it’s too
close-up to get a good look at.)

* * *

One reality didn’t have a Kyroot. …So, they made one up.
…Now they have one.

* * *
Last Tuesday an old timer next to me on the park bench said
that at times life seemed such an annoyance that he just wanted
to say, “Ah, screw it,” but then he’d read a book and found that
someone had already beat him to it.

* * *

In this one reality, the power of everything is
underestimated (except on alternate days when the reverse is
true).

* * *

In one mythical land, the king just announced that everyone
must write out their life story in intimate detail (and a moan
went up from the people); he then declared that everyone must
carefully readù everyone else’s story (and a greatù moan arose from
the poor souls. Boy! Talk about your “Stay tuned for exciting,
upcoming developments!” …(Say, boys and girls, can you spell
“mutiny”?)

* * *

To his children he left the following statement: “Just
right before the number three is a real curious little place.”

* * *

Verse For The Half-Day: Those who think and speak in
cliches may certainly go a very long ways; but those who try and
be original have a hard time making every little damn thing
rhyme! …(That’s what comes from being original!)

* * *

Once upon a once-timeù this group of creatures decided they
wanted to start a religion around this one force…I mean idea…
I mean, god, and the first thing they thought they needed was
their own holy book, so the Big Guy sat down and began to talk;
and oh, how he talked; he talked for a real long time about
almost everything imaginable, and when he’d finished, he told
them to edit out all the good stuff, and go with it.

* * *

The program notes contained the following comment: “The
youthful age of the performers is more than compensated for by
the miserable lives they’ve thus far led.”

* * *

Reading Room, this one chap suddenly arose and declared, “Not
since the sixteen hundreds have men been able to so clearly
detail their private fears, foibles, and feelings of inadequacy,”
and reseizing control, the Head Librarian shouted back, “And let
that be a lesson to you.”

* * *

When the roll was first called, no one was there; the second
time it was read, everyone was present; (the third time said he
b’lieved he’d pass on his turn).

* * *

A viewer writes in wanting to know if there are actually two
Kyroots? — one real and the other imaginary.

* * *

The visiting tourist kept saying, “Ah, the fog around here,
the fog around here,” and finally a native remarked, “Without the
fog, there’d be no ‘around here.'”

* * *

One of the park philosophers taking his morning break
squatted down beside me at the duck pond and said, “I’ve been
thinking — what if this life is actually superior, more
felicitous than any possible ‘next one’…” (He took a spit
toward a drifting water lily, then continued), “That would mean
that we who live are the true martyrs.”

* * *

The peoples of this one serious neural kingdom hired a man
whose only job was to think up new ways to say to the king, “We
are not amused.”

* * *

In the Land of Peanut Butter & Jelly they think of
paradise as the place of Jelly & Peanut Butter.

* * *

home a note from a teacher. The ole man took it and read, “Dear
Parent: Your son is the living example of the honorable proverb
that says, ‘It is the noisiest wheel that makes the most noise.'”
…(The elder reread the note five times during the day, but to
no increasing avail. …Might that have anything to do with the
fact that the two are related? …Might such relationships have
something to do with the apparent lack of clarity between
everything?!)

* * *

A certain reality had planned to field a team in this year’s
events, but they couldn’t find a bus that would go fast enough to
ever catch up with the games.

* * *

And the fury of the gods rained down like fiery brimstone;
then later in the day fiery brimstone rained down like the fury
of the gods. Few people noticed the difference.

* * *

In case you haven’t yet noticed: Reality is everybody’s
partner.

* * *

A visitor to your fine reality, after not infrequent
exposure to poems proclaiming of certain things being beautiful
and praiseworthy because of their being in “proper proportion,”
whispered to his tour guide, “How perfectly strange it is that
water would write odes to wetness.”

* * *

The secret is out. …and Kyroot said: The secret is in.
…and Kyroot said: The secret is up. …and Kyroot said: The
secret is down. …and Kyroot said: Well, I guess you get the
point.

* * *