Jan Cox Talk 0845

Worry Comes From Talk

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Summary

#845 Jul 22, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to .17 (with one “add-on” at end of tape). To think/talk only about an activity results inevitably in worrying about it. (including all forms: guilt, complaint, etc.). Worry is not a fit hobby for the Real Revolutionist. Connection to the “attractive nuisance” (e.g., old refrigerator on vacant land): Life attracts people to accomplish its own aims; it is the ultimate “attractive nuisance”. The ordinary mind has nowhere else to play. A Real Revolutionist should operationally assume he is ultimately required to contribute more intellectually to any activity than the apparent payoff even justifies.

There are no justifications for man’s SL/Secondary Level interests, none needed, none available. Therefore it is possible to: 
1) have your cake and eat it too (i.e., eat it and feel pleased or not eat it and feel pleased with your conservation);
2) eat/not eat your cake and regret it, feel guilt over lost opportunity;
3) eat your cake, not eat your cake and not care either way. Everybody brings their own cake; everybody is their own cake.


The News

All it took was one quick look in the mirror and the guy
said, “I ain’t goin’ nowhere with anybody that looks like
that!”

* * *

Even when he didn’t know what he was talking about, this one
guy still didn’t know what he was talking about.

* * *

One fellow wants to assure us that being dumb-witted is
not as bad as it sounds, if you were already stupid to start
with.

* * *

During a recent conversation, one man told me that it more
and more seems to him that the main thing standing between him
and all-out neural rebellion is seriousness.

* * *

There’s then this other guy who thinks so highly of his own
memories that he’s planned their next reunion at a motel whose
entire daytime staff is almost all literate.

* * *

Whenever his thoughts would get real cocksure, this one man
would look at them and say, “Big deal — what’s the sense in
putting someone in charge of something if you still have to stay
in charge of them.”

* * *

He strengthened his hold on them by increasing his
assurances of “I have no hold on you, I have no hold on you.”
…(“He,” who? …”Them,” who?)

* * *

The kid stopped his pondering and asked the ole man, “Is it
really possible to have a personal interest that is somehow
separate from Life’s?” and his Pa Pa replied, “I will answer that
if we can determine with certainty that the question is actually
your own.”

* * *

One artist declared, “If you got time to comment
on works of others, you ain’t ‘artin.’ “

* * *

The favorite weekend myth of this one reality tells of a man
who “became famous, but didn’t deserve it — but by then, it was
too late.”

* * *

A chap who refuses to give his name says he tries to depend
solely on his own wits, since he enjoys a joke as well as the
next guy.

* * *

Whenever he would try on something new, this one guy’d
always go through the same routine: He’d look at himself and
say, “Ahhh, I don’t know…the colors don’t fit me right.”

* * *

If you reach a place where you have no new thoughts on a
subject, you should be weary of the subject.

* * *

This one creature who believed himself a “spokesman for god”
declared, “When troubles come in quarts, can toilet paper be far
behind.”

* * *

On several occasions this one group had a chance to get
away. …(Turns out they didn’t know what “get away” meant.)

* * *

“Ole man,” said the little rascal, “It’s hard to tell people
what you’re talking about if they don’t know what you’re talking
about,” and his elder did not reply.

* * *

This one dude’s thoughts would all the time be saying, “Hey,
let’s get in a bunch.”

* * *

As he lay dying he called for all those who thought they
knew him well, and when they were all gathered about his bed, he
said, “So you’re those who thought they knew me well.”

* * *
The personal motto of one chap was, “It’s never too early to
start now, already.”

* * *

A revolutionist can’t shift responsibility, even when it
wasn’t his responsibility.

* * *

One older city philosopher says there’re only two things in
life he doesn’t understand: One is, why does everything come in
twos and the other one is, not this.

* * *

Over in that most fine, neighboring city, one man decided to
sacrifice himself “for the sake of others,” and the others were
so overcome that they damn-near noticed. …(He later petitioned
to have his name legally changed to either Doctor Soreheadù or
Captain Irony, Jr.)

* * *

Taking a clue from nature, one chap tried to act natural.

* * *

In dimensional symphonies, all upbeats are themselves
preceded by codas. …(Conductor’s marginal notation: Secondary
ears are naturally attuned to scales based on conclusions.)

* * *

Even when he didn’t know what he was talking about, this
one guy didn’t know what he was talking about.

* * *

Over in another zone, one creature, having so many more
problems than solutions, opened a Problem Shop.

* * *

Peering deeply into his own eyes he cooed, “Your lips say
yes, but the rest of you says, ‘I’m hungry…let’s take a
nap…are we there yet?…'”

* * *

To try and cut down on some of their constant carping,
this one god finally just screamed at all of ’em, “Hey look — if
you’ve got a personality, you’ve got a ‘personality disorder’ —
Okay?!”

* * *

If you don’t know what you’re doing, take a break, unless
you’re a revolutionist — then — make a change. …(Note: There
is a difference between taking a breakù and making a change,
unless you’re a revolutionist, and then they can both be whatever
you want them to be.)

* * *

Possibility you might care to ponder: Real change takes at
least twenty-four hours to kick in — if it takes any longer than
that, you’re probably dealing with “stalling.”

* * *

Then another said, “I’ve heard enough.” (…and Kyroot
added: How about this as one of the Unanswerable Questions:
“Hasù anyone ever ‘heard enough’?”)

* * *

Turning philosophical (just after they’d passed the Fifth
Street Bridge), the ole man told the kid, “Don’t ever let ’em get
you distracted by telling you that you’re only chasing shadows,
’cause they’ll be the same ones unwittingly fleeing from them.”

* * *

Around camp, one rebel’s motto was, “Don’t be serious unless
you know how.” …(His second motto was, “Nobody knows how.”)

* * *

One fellow signed a Pre-partner Agreement with himself
wherein it was specified that in the event they should ever split
up, he would never discuss their past personal life.

* * *

After reading that “All great kings leave behind a monument
to their reign,” this one man took a look at his own mental
kingdom and concluded, “Huh! Instant ruins.”

* * *

found how to “Think in this new way,” he sometimes looks at his
mind as being “All undressed with everywhere to go.”

* * *

At an early age, one ole man told his kid, “I gotta warn you
now: If you’re always happy, you’ve run the odds of getting rich
plumb into the ground.”

* * *

One guy thought, “It grows increasingly difficult to punish
the dumb.”

* * *

Another guy thought to himself, “It’s pretty easy to ‘be in
charge’ if all your charges are dunces.”

* * *

And yet another guy thought, “If that’s the way it’s got to
be — I’m not so sure I want to be in charge.”

* * *

When it first heard the proverb, “A man warned is already
half saved,” this one reality laughed so hard that it almost slid
into another level.

* * *

Trying to “be in love” is like — (now, hold on to your
arm rests) — trying to “be in love” is like an exotic attempt in
the primary of what would be trying to “be more intelligent” in
the secondary.

* * *

Since he followed no established religion, this one fellow
decided that he would privately set aside one day a week in which
(if he were so inclined) he would stretch out and be a little
less pissed.

* * *

At times of extreme stress, this one man would break out in
questions.

* * *

Now, this may sound like an important post, and it may well be,
but one thing about it — once you take the job, you can’t ever
rise any higher.

* * *

An agitated viewer writes in thusly: “If I’m reading you
right in certain of your recent comments regarding Mary and The
Lamb, are you telling me that the normal order of things can be
maintained if the natural power lines of communication are
altered?” — No sir! — I am not telling you that.

* * *

After harsh, extensive questioning, this one guy finally let
himself go for lack of evidence.

* * *

Brushing away some sweat, one reality said to a bud, “If it
weren’t for the perceived difference between principle and
practice, I don’t know what would keep my little darlings
running.”

* * *

If any ordinary sort who’s never heard of cricket can look
upon a sticky wicket with genuine impartiality, why can’t a
would-be revolutionist do likewise regarding things foreign to
him? …like Life …like himself…

* * *

Off on his own, this one kid wondered, “How can you have
confidence in ordinary ideas and institutions once you realize
that it was the accountants who fucked up your books in the first
place.”

* * *

While standing out awaiting the weather, one guy said, “The
best thing about getting angry is in getting over it,” and a
picture he carried of himself in a billfold thought, “El-Zook-O!
— what if that could be used on stupidity!” …(Just to keep
the little things straight, as it turned out, the photo was notù
of him, but of F. W. Woolworth that came with the wallet.)

* * *

…(There is someone who will write us to say that there is no
such thing as conservation of ordinances in the area of the
intellect.)

* * *

There was once a couple who decided that they wanted a kid,
and they figured out how to do it without the demands of physical
parenthood. …(On some days they could each do it alone
through individual, neural mitosis.)

* * *

Memorable City Maxim: Being able to repeat yourself is a
sure sign of wisdom.

* * *

There was once a man who wanted to set up a kingdom where
everybody would “think for themselves,” but when he got there,
the border guards wouldn’t let him in.

* * *

For instance: Men believe that civilization is a
contrivance of evolving humanity when more might be seen if they
looked through the other end.

* * *

Holding high the skull of progress and wit, the prince
declaimed, “Ahh, ’tis not writ in our destiny that men should
think nouns could flow from verbs.”

* * *

Over in the city intellect (as far as it is possible), one
guy got it all figured out — but it didn’t do him any good. And
“Why?” you might ask, and I’ll tell you why — because everybody
in the city has it all figured out.

* * *

Later that afternoon (in playful imitation), the prince’s
younger brother held up an imaginary skull and said, “The fault
lies not in our stars, Dear Bubba, but in our predecessors, and
in those who are to follow.”

* * *

The reason city wits so love metaphors is because of the
unthinkableness of the alternative.

* * *
To fully enjoy cream-filled ideas, you’ve got to bring your
own cream.

* * *