Jan Cox Talk 0839

Real Revolutionist’s Path Diverges From Life’s Agenda

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#839 Jul 8, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :14. How a man might be freer in an otherwise unfree world. The relatively diverging path of a Real Revolutionist’s life from Life’s agenda. “I + Not-I = Everything” is absolute in the Secondary Level World. Everybody perceives a gulf between themselves and others.

A Real Revolutionist can look after his own interests while not conflicting with Life’s. Example of the “watch-control” controversy; the Real Revolutionist doesn’t take sides, but gets himself a watch before they are outlawed… for his own reasons.


The News

Whenever roll call would get serious, many of those there
weren’t actually there.

* * *

One ole sorehead noted, “Yeah, a lot of places have folk
tales; trouble is, most of ’em are about folks — phooey!

* * *

For several years, every morning this one guy’d bandage up
his foot. He explained it this way: “It was to remind me to
think…well, either to think, or to limp — I forget which.”

* * *

The life of a revolutionist is both surprisingly simplistic
andù convincingly complex, and each of these may be reflective of
the primary and secondary worlds — but I’m not going to tell you
which is which, even if one isù which…(which it’s probably not).

* * *

The danger of trying to cheer up a toadstool is that you
can leave feeling the worse.

* * *

On a wide city avenue a chap accosted me to say that after
sincerely thinking about our programs for a while now, he’d
concluded that such interest resulted in a kind of brain pain”;
(He does go on to note that he finds it to be a good pain.)

* * *

Whenever these one creatures wanted something from their
god, they’d be really nice to him for a while — it never failed.
(The deity in question tells me that he’s relatively new to the
position.)

* * *

In an attempt to (as his mother put it) “keep things
straight,” this one man announced, with equal measures of
surprise and alarm, “We are presently experiencing a noticeable
decrease in inefficiency.”

* * *

One guy made a list of dates.

* * *
Every story has two endings, and the mind’s inability to see
this is what makes the appearance of a single, conclusive one
possible.

* * *

Then there was this other reality which had a private joke
it wouldn’t let anyone in on. …(One guy once had the nerve to
wonder if any realities weren’t allù realities — steady on, ole
sport.)

* * *

If you’re hungry, don’t worry, there’re enough legends to go
’round.

* * *

Over in city life one guy said, “I’ll tell you the truth, I
believe I can forgive anything but that.”

* * *

They tell of this one god who dismisses the first several
thousand years of one of his creations by saying, “Ah, I was
still in my bullshit mode.”

* * *

In regards to something read on a previous program, another
city writes to say that I have no businessù referring to his ilk
as “potentially dangerous, were they not metaphorical.” He says
he knows where I live, and that I best be careful.

* * *

One sly ole man told his kid, “Conventional wisdom says that
if you attempt anything, you’ll fail at least half the time,” and
El Nipper replied, “Does that mean that we shouldn’t attempt
anything?” Wanting to pat the younger, El Old-o answered, “Son,
you put it right, but I don’t think you or your words are quite
ready to face the full brunt of what you actually said.”

* * *

Words you can count on if you’re not going past the Fifth
Street cutoff and need a transfer: A religion, philosophy, or
culture that tells you specifically what notù to do is most
certainly a religion, philosophy, or culture.

* * *

until they found out he wasn’t “suffering,” and that, dear
friends, was de end of dat.

* * *

Over in the squirrel alertù area of the park, a chap told me
that his minds were not unlike tympani drums: “They’re loud and
boomy, and if you step on the pedal you can change their pitch
slightly.

* * *

All words have a majesty and patina not quite their own.

* * *

There was once a man who always wanted to be a teacher, but
he had no area of personal expertise. Once his school was
opened, this proved to be of no particular consequence.

* * *

Every story has three endings.

* * *

One of the grass rakers by city hall paused from his labors
for a moment to tell me that, “If men actually knew one tenth as
much about death as they say they do, there wouldn’t be one tenth
as much written about it as there is now.”

* * *

At a pool party a chap told me that the scariest story he’d
heard recently was about a universe where the god, instead of
giving out the revealed, sacred information in a holy book, put
it out piecemeal in their Top Forty Hits.

* * *

Another fellow suggests that people involved in this kind of
activity could be called “Hermits With Haircuts And Suits.”
…(Do you like it? Do you get it? If you get it, you gotta
like it.)

* * *

One of our viewers wants to know, (this is how he puts it):
If there areù three forces running everything, how come I don’t
see them? …Sometimes I think I do, then I think I don’t, and
then sometimes I’m just not sure.”

* * *
Anything carried to extreme can’t be.

* * *

Doing a running commentary of one’s life, that is,
descriptions parallel to the acts themselves, can certainly prove
most efficient…for some people.

* * *

“The great thing about being king,” said His Grace, “is that
every day is ‘stick-it-to-em’ day.”

* * *

Everybody works for the Home Office; the difference between
a revolutionist and everybody else is in knowledge of employment.

* * *

One guy’s daily note to his growing kid: “When you find
something no one else believes — none of the pros believe it and
none of the cons believe it — when you find something that no
one else believes like this — believe it!”

* * *

Every story has four endings.

* * *

There’s a language which has no synonyms; no one is born
where it is native and no one can be told about it. Whatd’ya
think of that!

* * *

One city thinker once wrote the words: “‘Tis difficult to
escape when you are your own captor.” He proudly rode the steed
of this idea’s fame for many years, until someone finally asked
him how the noted arrangement first came to be; and he, being
neurally still active, fell from the saddle and broke his
clavicle.

* * *

In some limited realities there’s a tendency to put the nut
farms next to the university.

* * *

Every story has, — “Carry on, troops.”

* * *

* * *

There are several ways to deal with secondary emergencies;
ignoring them is not one listed in The Good Citizen’s Handbook.

* * *

In a dazzling display of proverbial dexterity, one chap says
he now feels that the weight of his shoulders is upon the world.

* * *

All great thinkers are born in someone else’s house.

* * *

After being discovered, this new land said, “Perhaps now my
greatest desire is to be left alone.” (This could be a faux land
or a false discovery.)

* * *

An offer — no matter howù great — that you can’t accept is
not much of an offer.

* * *

El viewerù writes to say, “Even after watching your show for
a long time, and seriously considering what you’ve said, I stillù
am not all that impressed with man’s intellect. But I amù now
struck by the power of the energy that runs it.”

* * *

In realities of specific, limited dimensions, any
extraordinary ideas will so tend toward open-endedness as to be
of little, local significance.

* * *

On a quite astounding battleground, in one of those exotic
electro/chemical killing fields, one guy’s best ally turned out
to be silence. “After all,” he later said, “the locale itself
makes enough noise for everybody.”

* * *

In this certain far-too-near-away reality, things were
arranged for a special, few creatures so that as soon as they
realized a particular thing was true, it ceased to be so. (They
were exceedingly grateful.)

* * *
“Son,” said the ole man, sizing up the situations in some
cities, “in most of these places, if you can fall-and-laugh, you
may live to fall again.” …(There’s an alternative version of
this story, but its in-applicableness is so distinct to this
reality as to not be worth further mention.)

* * *

There’s this one reality where the most highly evolved
creatures are continually tortured. …No they’re not — but
they thinkù they are, and I knew you’d want to hear about them.

* * *