Jan Cox Talk 0838

Your Feeling of Insignificance not Negative but Is the Health of Life

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Summary

#838 Jul 5, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :15. The limitation of technology at the micro and macro level is really the limitation of the mind itself, not technology. The feeling of “nothingingness”, of insignificance, is founded on every man’s saturation in secondary incompleteness. It is the feeling of health-of-life; it is not, negative.

After detailing the other two forces, what is there more to say about the third, the future? It is perceived as irrelevant or frightening. An ode to the future: “What is there left to say but for a Real Revolutionist to shout: Hooray!


The News

The ruler of one kingdom announced that everybody had to
“get ready” — and they did.

* * *

The row at the front ticket booth turned out to be caused by
a man who was shouting, “Listen, if I can’t take my chances, I
ain’t paying my money!”

* * *

Another of Life’s — I mean, man’s — inimitable quotes:
“What I hate most about this mental ‘working out’ is that the
gym’s open seven days a week.”

* * *

Looking back over their early press clippings, you can see
that at an early age the really successful realities were
described as being “hungry,” and having an “urgency” about them.

* * *

Even during recess, out on the playground, the revolutionist
still won’t count up to just a certain number.

* * *

Whenever these two guys would get together, there was always
somebody else there…whom they could never see.

* * *

In a little reality somewhat north of where we are now, you
have to have a license to search for the truth. (The god over
there says it helps keep away the amateurs.)

* * *

(Sentence overheard at the reception): “Well, I’ve written
three books on the subject, so I don’t have to think about it.”

* * *

One guy says he’s damn near reached the place where he has
no excuse.

* * *

While often thinking of his own thoughts as “poetry in
motion,” he admitted that his own neural paper had no ballet
critic. …(A man without a car can go as fast as he likes.)

* * *
A chap asks if the “universal truth” has been cancelled.
Why, no, sir, it’s not necessary.

* * *

Sign posted on the palace’s main gate: “Extremely Vile
People Must Have An Appointment To See The King. No Exceptions.”

* * *

Changing your brain chemistry by your own intellectual
efforts through stuff like this will never be as popular as drugs
and alcohol, since with this, you have some control.

* * *

When he heard the news, this one guy laughed; …(he laughed
every time he heard the news).

* * *

With the ersatz sophistication of the upscale rube, once in
the city, this one lad stood so formally on protocol that he
mashed out most of the proto.

* * *

In certain locales, politics and mathematics are the same,
in that two bloody noses equal one vote.

* * *

On a piece of cardboard a guy wrote this and passed it
around: “‘Thinking’ is kinda like having bugs in your garden
…not much, but, kinda.”

* * *

He lived by one simple rule: Don’t buy anything anybody
wants you to.

* * *

One of the younger ones asked, “Say, Pop, what’s with this
weirdness that at bed time everybody knows what they shouldù have
done that morning?” and the ole man said, “Hey, kid, what reality
you from, anyway?”

* * *

attempting to mustard up his courage, forever marred his
reputation by soiling his trousers with ketchup. …(It is
easier to be a poet than a cook; it is easier to be a cook than a
general; and it is easier to be a general than it is to eat the
words of a fabulist.)

* * *

A man writes to ask how long you have to watch our show
before it begins to make sense.

* * *

From certain easily predictable views, the more some human
activity is rooted in secondary affairs the sillier it can seem;
and the sillier it may seem, the more serious — in some views —
it must be taken. (Any questions? — Class dismissed.)

* * *

I’m sure they’ll eventually get around to it.

* * *

A certain man who was always borrowing stuff from his
friends said there was an underlying method to his habit, in that
whenever he’d hurt himself with some tool or something that
belonged to somebody else, why, he’d just blame his injury on the
person who was so thoughtless as to lend it to him in the first
place. …(His son wanted to ask if this had any possible
application regarding the accumulation of thought.)

* * *

Now, don’t ask me where it is, or how it came about — but
there’s this one dimension wherein the creatures complain to one
another that everybody wants to treat the causes, but nobody
wants to deal with the symptoms.

* * *

Next to the incoming class’s lockers was posted this sign:
“Remember: A Misguided Effort Is Better Than No Mis-Guide At
All.”

* * *

In that sly wisdom so inherent in rulers, this one king would
call out the crack troops only for attacks on the cracks.

* * *

has now gone well beyond “buzz words” to the personal use of buzz
thoughts.

* * *

From the Intergalactic Proteolactic Radio Network comes our
quote for the day: “Everyone should be kind to those dumber than
they are — assuming you can find any.”

* * *

After watching his own inner workings for awhile this one
guy’s question was: “Why should a man CARE what he thinks?”

* * *

Those who debate the conflicting philosophies of competing
kingdoms understand as much about power as light bulbs do
electricity. (But ancillarily note: discussions held in the
secondary world are for their own properly incestuous purposes,
and need not necessarily shed illumination elsewhere.)

* * *

One guy used to laugh at the lives of others — until that
fateful day.

* * *

In that “free speech” area cleared out over in the city
park, one fellow took center dirt and pronounced, “The history of
vegetables is the history of man,” and no one (human or
otherwise) stood to dispute him.

* * *

“Attention shoppers, sports fans, and other decent people:
Eitherù make up your own life, or have it done for you. Thank you
for your time — now, on with the show.

* * *

There’s this one chap who says he’s the real Alexander Pope
and as proof cites the fact that he’s still alive!

* * *

Caressing a cold pilsner he said, “I’ve dealt with the
everyday, physical world, and I’ve dealt with the intellectual
world of the mind, and I’ll tell you this right now — Concepts
are just that, fuckin’ concepts!”

* * *
“It’s all a matter of timin’,” advised the old man, “and if
not, it’s a matter of placin’,” and to support this thesis, he
uncovered his backside to show the kid his tattoo, which said, “A
man with bent scissors will not be scorned by those in the
mines.” …(The lad developed thereafter a certain —
“attitude” — toward the exposed flesh of things too closely
related.)

* * *

In a related, more topologically complex reality, — there
are two gigantic bottles: one containing,”near”, and the other
holding, “faraway.”

* * *

After the “worst of storms,” this one god sent out the
“brightest of rainbows”: This, my friends, is what makes gods so
loved and well thought of around these here premises.
. . . (Hey, don’t laugh! Call me when you can do as well under
such conditional conditions!)

* * *

There was one fellow who would arbitrarily dismiss every
twelfth thought he had; He says he has not enough interest to
make this selection based on an examination of each idea’s merit,
and further, doubts that anyone else has the ability to do so.

* * *

One guy concluded his day with this thought, “Memories, ah
yes, memories: Having memories is like burning your tongue
without the bother of hot food.”

* * *

Whilst sipping at the private wells of deep reflection, this
one man mused: “It would appear that all who ever believe in the
possibility of some extraordinary and radically new knowledge
think it to be a product of simpler times….Hummm…If I could
understand this curiosity I’ll bet I would be on to something.”
And his partner said, “Well, at least then you wouldn’t be
living in simpler times.”

* * *

In an attempt to become more “main streamy” with his regime,
first thing each morning this one king would have announced The
Special of the Day, which was a list of people who would not be
shot in the next 24 hours.

* * *

not the problem — thinking about feelings is.

* * *

Before he departed for the alleged affair this one man
wrote a note to himself, for his front pocket: “If the hors
d’oeuvres be courtesy and civility, can the soup of acceptable
thought be far behind.” …(As a side line, one guy’s midbrain
ran the valet parking.)

* * *

A certain city has written me and says that often when I
refer to a “reality” I could instead say “a city, for cities have
their own reality and can thusly be used interchangeably.”…Now
that just shows you how stupid cities can be.

* * *

If cities weren’t metaphors they’d be frightening.

* * *

Finding himself finally in solitude this one chap said,
“Well, at least I’ve got my thoughts to keep me company.” And
just then he heard the back door slam.

* * *

One reality said to a few: “You can talk about what you do,
or not; makes no difference to me.”

* * *