Jan Cox Talk 0853

Necessity Is Specific, the Background to Necessity Is Uncertainty

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#853 Aug 9, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :25. Uncertainty is the exclusive lifeblood of the Secondary Level World only. The First, Second, Third…etc. Law of Uncertainty: The Secondary Level World must continually reinvent itself (Cf. the shedding of skin cells and hair by the body in primary level). It is uncertainty of death; change or perish. Self re-invention is a kind of re-contusing of oneself. “Uncertainty is the mother of all invention…the mother of everything in the Secondary Level World”.

There is an unnoticed general uncertainty for man: what to do about being alive, Necessity applies to specific cases only; the general background to necessity is uncertainty (i.e., what to do about being alive).


The News

If simply being alive is almost more than you can bear — write a book. If it’s not your fault — dedicate it to Life.

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To be a city intellectual or expert, you must never tell the truth or get to the point.

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For some unknown and certainly unexpected reason, several times during the fight a party broke out.

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After hearing that a neighboring monarch had burned all his kingdom’s books, this one prince, in his desire to “move ahead,” had all his book writers torched. After the flames and festivities were over, the ruler received a bill that cost him everything he had.

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Wisdom For The Day (according to one chap): “It’s never too early to call and say you’re gonna be late.”

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In the brief moments between the second and third movements of the symphony, a man in the eighth row stood and said, “I know how rumors get started.” He paused, then continued, “Rumors get started just like everything else.” (He sat back down.)

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To get his canine bud to take a distasteful pill, this guy would slip it into a dab of peanut butter and as the shaggy one would gleefully swallow the treat, the human-o would often say, “Do you realize this is a trick?” And after the hundredth time of this, the dog thought, “Doesn’t he know when a trick’s done right, it doesn’t matter.”

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Throughout history there have been several well known people; …(and you may probably expect some more in the future).

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A viewer writes in to offer his own name suggestion for this stuff, if we should ever want to give it one: He thinks a good one would be “Thinking From Another Dimension, Or At Least With Another Dimension.”

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One man says that the worst thing about “living in the city” is that there’s no one else to look “down on.” (I do suspect that the city probably has a different view of this.)

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As he brushed away the web in the window, this one would-be fellow-creature-lover told the scurrying insect, “Sorry ole man, but you can go spin another one — it’ll give you something to live for,” and the spider thought, “And I trust you will equally profit from the next tornado.” …(Relative Update From That Recent Other Kyroot: If the ordinary playing field were level — everybody would stumble and fall. …[Possible Moral-To-The-Update: It’s hard to perceive justice inside the closet… …(unless you can find an extra-dimensional Domino’s who delivers).])

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The first act is always metaphoric, the second is not.

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At the corner station, as he was changing the air in his tires, this guy nonchalantly noted that he’d met people from other planets; he said it was actually “no big deal,” that they were “just like you and me,” except they were from another world. He paused for a sec, then added, “But come to think about it, that right there makes ’em weird as hell!”

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In the all-encompassing wisdom so endemic of the truly great closet kings, His Excellency proclaimed, “So long as there be anyone in the realm younger than me, or older than me, birthdays shall not be celebrated.” …(And the people were sorely amused — [at least, as “amused” as sore people can be].)

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More tales from the neural world of the city: When he wanted to be alone, this one guy’d turn on the radio.

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Do remember that finite dimensions are in the past tense relative to their greater, more complex progenitors; thus man’s ordinary mind, in relationship to what is conceivable, lives forever in yesterday.

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There were these two gods who decided to pool their resources and operate one religion between ’em. They settled on the name “Cuts And Bruises.”

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Test: If you feel ordinary, you are ordinary. Super test: If you feel above ordinary, you’re less than ordinary. …(And acting as ad hoc class monitor, Kyroot added: “Those who know what they are don’t have to take tests,” and a student said, “Don’t you mean those who know who they are?” to which Kyroot was forced to reply, “Lad, you’re w-a-y behind in your exams.”

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One guy says he’ll know the end is truly near if the real Drifters ever actually show up for a show.

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In reviewing its plans, this one reality said, “The only problem I see is in its potential certainty.

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There’s one of those street corner philosophers who likes to think of himself as “Socrates revisited” (or, as he sometimes refers to himself — as a “free lance hair-ball”).

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The title of one guy’s latest book is “All Thoughts Are Stupid,” and although it’s a best seller, he refuses to go out and promote it, for reasons, he says, “That must be quite obvious.”

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A viewer writes for clarification, “Dear Kyroot: In some of your stories you’ll refer to a certain `god’ saying this or that, and at other times speak of a `reality’ thinking one thing or another, and I’d like to know exactly what distinction you’re drawing between these two?” Dear Viewer: Can you picture the difference between a typewriter and a misspelled word?
…(Don’t get hung up over thinking how a typewriter must have an operator, and don’t ignore the fact at the other end, to wit, that there is a need for misspelled words. Should you ignore this advice and push too uncomely at the opposite ends of my comment-cum-question, you run the direct risk of straying outside the acceptable bounds of reasonable, civilized thought. So, if you feel vulnerable to such possibilities, ignore — yes, wipe from your mind my asking if you can grasp the difference between a typewriter and a misspelled word! …[‘Tis indeed foolishness, my good man, just forget all about it, I say.])

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After many years in search of what he had called “inner peace,” he says now that half his life is gone, he’d settle for some external version of same.

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This one king gauged his success by the fact that no one would any longer speak to him.

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One guy (thought by some to be a semi-subversive), after an exhilaratingly challenging day, dropped down by the campfire and said, “If you let another human get you down, you ain’t shit.”

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A chap stopped me near the new fountain and asked, “Why am I so apparently affected by the ignorance of others, but not likewise by their wisdom?” He seemed to ponder what he had just said, then shook his head and added, “No, don’t answer that — I don’t want to know.”

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Rhyme sung by kids out near a revolutionist camp as they burned some of the common knowledge preserved by their elders: “Info gotten on the sly may be the stuff that’ll get you by.”

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…(And this being the secondary world, and all): As they strained for a better position, they created a better position.

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At last week’s O. S. H. A. (Ole Soreheads’ Anonymous) meeting, during their regular “Let’s Be Positive Time,” one struggling disgruntler offered as his part of the ritual this observation: “Well, it’s a good thing that tractor trailers, when they cross the International Dateline, don’t toss someone overboard for fun.”

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Just above the din of the diners, I heard a voice: “As far as everyday conversations go, what I really hate is necessary talk.”

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One guy’s challenge to the city and secondary world of man’s intellect — “Okay, if you’re so famous, how come you ain’t great?” …(And being as he was also De Challengee, he had no answer. …[And that, boys & girls, squirrels & kings, is how things go in the forest of civility & sequence.])

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A cheap shot taken by a revolutionist is an expensive one.

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A certain mountain climber said that his very best ideas used to come to him when he didn’t actually have time to think about them. …(I trust that the avocation I assigned him did not distract you from the verbal view.)

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Whenever it was time to do something new, there was this one ruler (full title — The Great Defender Of What We’ve Got) who would say, “Let’s re-examine our past actions.”

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One chap’s mind finally reached such a frenzied pitch that he decided to have it patented…but he couldn’t find the Patent Office. …Then he couldn’t find a Patent Attorney. …Then he couldn’t find a phone book. …Then he couldn’t find the listing for lawyers, then he suddenly thought, “My god! The next thing you know, I won’t be able to find my own… …my own…
…my own…”

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It doesn’t come from anywhere.
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Gazing slyly over his demitasse of expresso, a certain well-known city poet said he knew he’d reached the pinnacle of his precocious powers when he found he could think as fast as he could type.

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One man hesitated entering this new reality until, he said, he could be assured a supply of sad news would continue, and the doorkeeper replied, “As long as we have developing creatures like yourself here — Nooo proble-rooney.”

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The neural mass cried out — “The days of all kings are numbered!” and His Grace shouted back, “Hah! So are yours!”
…(Meanwhile, down in the valleys and lower regions of the kingdom, livers, kidneys and lungs continued to peacefully snooze as they glided across their own protected ballroom.)

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Okay, then — this month’s version: One guy’s emotions be all the time feeling like, “Hey, let’s all get in a bunch and be somebody!”

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Each little creature of this one universe knew they were in for stormy (or at the least, changing) conditions when the voice of their reality thundered out, “I have decided to become ambi AND omni-sexual, and I have selected as my bed partner tonight — you!”

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An ordinary man with a “satisfying conclusion” is like a snake with a philosopher in his pocket.

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Standing on one side of the tree, one man bemused, “The `Justice Of Life’ will take your breath away,” and a chap on the opposite side said, “Yeah, and everything else.” …(The squirrels had nothing to add.)

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A Tip For The Traveling Revolutionist: If you get mad at something that’s stupid, it’s no longer the stupidest thing around.

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Several people showed up before the announced starting time and their explanation was — now get this — their explanation was that they were early! …(The king whispered to one of his most favored neural territories, “We can’t go on meeting like this,” and his self-referring, mental love replied, “How can I ever say no to a man with such a command of cliches and mundane ruminations.” …[And a quick-witted viewer writes thusly: “A pleasurable part of watching your show is in trying to thread together the little epilogues and parentheticals you often add to your initial comment or story…well, this right now is a perfect example of what I mean. Yours Truly, etc.” …and he adds a P.S.: “Oh yeah, keep up the perplexing work. Yours Truly again, etc.”])

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If, in searching for what you imagine you lost, you go looking in the city, do remember that you imagined the city.

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One guy quit worrying… Things didn’t seem to change…
Then he quit worrying about that, and his five-speed manual turned into a super-smooth automatic.

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One of the ole philosophers in the city park climbed up on the box and declared, “First off — I want it known that I am not one of the ole philosophers in the city park.” (After that, the crowd quickly diminished.) Moral — (“Oh my god, not a moral! Yes, my god — a moral). Moral: What the mind does is what it’s for. (See — that didn’t hurt.)

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City Playground Etiquette demands that: When it’s your turn to “go in the coma,” “fatigue” will not be accepted as an excuse.

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On the bulletin board at the City Centre was listed an upcoming lecture entitled, “Enigmacy: Proof Of Wisdom. Or Confusion?” and a chap vacuuming the hallway muttered, “I guess that depends on whether you’re the enigma-ER, or the enigma-EE.

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Even during boom times, the ordinary feel in debt to life.

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Whenever the king was going to have one of his old, faithful thoughts executed, he would first locate its nearest “Mary-relative,” and would tell her to “eat hearty,” since this would be everyone’s “last meal” — for now! …(Is it any wonder that all the postcards and still-shots from the local neural alps look so serene and secure.)

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At an all night knish joint over in the city, a chap said that he used to make up fables with morals; he said he got quite good at it, and had a sizable output; he said he finally had to stop when he discovered he was beginning to take them seriously himself.

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A revolutionist mentally wrestling with another can never win. (Note: Even if you don’t seem to lose — you still can’t seem to win.)

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Looking up from his “looking-down,” a kid asked his ole man, “Why do symphonies have several movements, why do plays have separate acts? And why do books have different chapters? If a composer or an author, or anyone, has something specific to say — why not just out-with-it, in a complete, unsegmented form?” and the elder smiled and with a friendly head shake replied, “Next thing you know, you’ll be asking why do words themselves have a beginning and an end,” and he was still smiling and shaking his head when the kid asked, “Why do words themselves have a beginning and end?”

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Wherever the clown goes, the circus follows. …(Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot — you still think it’s the other way around.)

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The old fax machine presents us with this message from a viewer: “After watching your show for some time now, and carefully weighing your many parables regarding `kings, monarchs, and neural tyrants,’ I have decided that my own mind is like unto a `kingdom’; only thing is,” he adds, “I seem to experience a coup every ten or fifteen minutes.”

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A certain city dweller assures us of his position thusly (assures he): “Change is not what it promises to be…and that’s why I gave it up.”

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Seeing his little creatures apparently without direction or purpose, this one god said to them, “Hey, here’s what you could do — try and `do better,'” and they all got real excited and said, “How?” and the Big Guy said, “Ah Jeeze! Forget it!”

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One guy’s full motto for life was “Short And Sweet.” (He says his next step is to condense this.)

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A lot of people over in the collective, neural city worry about a lot of things, and if they didn’t, the city itself’d have a little “something to worry about.”

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There is a drive within man that no biologist, psychologist, priest or poet has spotted yet.
Marsha — this needs to be a question — see original
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Only those who know how to think know what to think.

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In the Grand, Secondary Ballroom, “They dance” — they dance even when they seem not to dance…

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