Jan Cox Talk 0859

Life’s Admission: Talk Therapy–Words Cause Ills and Can Cure Them

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#859 * Aug 23, 1991 * – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :22. All self-improvement systems/institutions are speech based. Specific example: “talk therapy”; it is the ultimate secret confession, the supreme admission by Life that words cause ills and words can/must cure them. The movement of neural energy, of brain chemistry, of consciousness, is the supreme provision for talking therapy; thinking itself is talk therapy.

Everybody talks to themselves in their brain; everybody is their own psychiatrist, creating-solving their own Secondary Level World problems. There is no certainty to speech. Life’s further confession: human life is finite, nonrepresentative, non-conclusive reality.

Epilogue misc. comments.


The News

In the city, the most substantial defense is to forever be on the run. (Ideas in retreat can always stand the noontime heat.)

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The collective thoughts of your people are the sacred institutions in your own head.

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If they offer to make you a Marquis, ask for a Dukedom; if they give you that, insist on being a Prince, and if they deliver on that, demand to be made King — and if you succeed at that, first thing you do is have ’em all executed while there’s still time.

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In some ways, a snappy saying is like a snappy hat…not in many, but in some.

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One of the city park philosophers said, “I find it quaint that men speak of the ‘passing of time’ when it is we who go and time what stays.”

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A real ruler never forgives anybody…he doesn’t have to…he simply forgets them.

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One city wag, whilst against the bar, perhaps too far, sang to himself, “Life is just a sentimental journey to Nooooo-where.”

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In a private council the Lamb advised, “If I don’t eat Mary, she’ll sure eat me.” (…and Kyroot noted: Some words sought entry to this meeting.)

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A viewer writes: “Before watching your show, I used to either think about a lot of things, or else I thought I did.”

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Unregistered Obviousness, Number Two Hundred and Twelve: (first, the quote): “The majority’s always right,” (now, the response from the non-numerous): “Hey, ‘always’ is a longgg time, but it does get shared equally as the numbers slide from one side of the bus to the other.”

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Though not usually recognized, the gods of many realities actually have an occupation; many of them are publishers.

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Don’t look for metaphors in a police station.

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“Remember,” chided the king’s Official, and may I say — favorite — Archivist, “assassinations have never changed the course of history…well, except for those twenty-four hundred I already mentioned.” …(May we keep our records straight and say, His Grace’s formerly Favorite Historian.)

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With finality the captain announced: “This time, you’re all going to have to get off; I can’t keep re-sinking this old tub indefinitely.” …(And the good news and good news is that Mary can’t swim and the Lamb can’t get wet.)

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And yet another “Determining Fact”: No creature but man has an indoors; no one but us has an inside to their head.

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In the land-of-the-Lambs, some things cannot protect themselves, and it has naught to do with the nature of the things, but rather with conditions in which normal defense can take place.

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Whenever he was on the verge of having a real, world-class thought, this one guy would shoot off a telegram to his ex-wife and say he was close to becoming “metaphysical,” and that she shouldn’t “sweat the alimony.”

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The Palace Philosopher told the young prince, “The reason the birds and the squirrels get along is that on some days the birds are unicorns, and on others, the squirrels are.”

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After reading of the history of their people, one kid asked his elder, “Why is it that man cannot find `the truth’ of which he so often speaks?” and that night the ole man told him a bedside story: “There was a boy who wanted this very special toy,” “And?” asked the lad, and the father continued, “but if you found it, it disappeared.”

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From our viewing audience comes this letter from a man who says he has good reason to suspect that he is not actually the author of the letters he has been sending us, but he says that upon further reflection, why don’t we just consider the whole affair as a “metaphoric exercise” and let it go at that. (He says he believes it’ll work for him.)

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Is it now possible that words can begin to actually support the very structures they themselves represent? Consider: a gent writes as follows — (and I literally quote): “I propose that the unequaled success of the British parliamentary system is due entirely to its being conducted in English.”

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A chap in-town says that his new theory is that brakes are to forward motion what shutting-up is to talk, and his brother said that was viable and flyable if you had a head like a ’62 Chrysler.

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More conversation: “Why do this?” “What?” “This.”
“What this?” “This this.” “What?” “This.” “What?”

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As they lowered the old warrior down into his final resting position, the most, evidently, that could be found to say over him was that he had an “unflagging interest in good whiskey and fatal accidents.” …(After hearing this, many of the people who didn’t know him cried.)

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Mary’s tongue makes lambs to plea, “Why no — that girl’s not here with me.”

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When things weren’t going well in his neural kingdom, this one man would cause his subjects to rise up and say to his mental king, “Charge it.”

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In one land there’s a fable that says only unicorns know whether they exist or not, and since they don’t, even they don’t know.

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The reason unicorns don’t exist is not because they’re imaginary — no, that’s the reason they disappeared.

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In yet another land, another fable says that words and unicorns are the same thing…(except for the word “unicorn,” which is to serve as the doorway for that land’s future fables).

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One man says that as much as he hates the Kyroots, he dislikes the connected ones even more.

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More musical allegories — (maybe): Has anyone ever had an album out that failed to sell for any reason other than “poor distribution,” and “lack of promotion”?

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A letter we received reads thusly: “Dear Kyroot: After watching your program for a long time now, my wife says that your ideas have taken control of my mind; I cannot, however, tell any difference, and neither can she. Yours, Signing-Off”, etc.

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The general sent back the excitable message: “Can’t hold out much longer; position becoming too real.”

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If knowledge of a man’s boyhood and past makes it possible to understand what he is now — why not the vicey-versey.

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One man’s personal operations policy was: Any guy with regrets is no god of mine.

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True, non-finite revolutionist thought does not backfire, roll over, or rewrite itself; it may disappear, but it never does the above. Subversive Finding: Thus do kings and ideas-of-consequence never apologise.

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A fight-to-remember: Using charts, tests results, and data derived from pertinent machines, one doctor diagnosed the patient as dead — while another, using direct observation, declared him alive — but the first one insisted on the correctness of his conclusion, based on seniority.

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The supernatural dreams of children and adults are all untranslated hopes that volcanos will scratch the itch of earthquakes.

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Modern Etiquette Tip: A man with nothing particular to say, and who is controlled by this condition, will not discover carte blanche invitations to the better city banquets.

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One king decided that his domain needed a public office that would “guarantee the `guaranteeness’ of all things said.”
…(Do note that you have either never heard of this kingdom, or else didn’t recognize it when you did.)

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A certain park philosopher in another universe stated that an intelligent man’s relationship to his own particular reality should be like that of a reporter who considers the “news” to be his enemy.

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Once met a chap who told me, “In each sentence I speak, I find it bene — profitable — to suddenly stop in the middle of a word and replace it with another one.” …(I feel certain that by now, this has become the basis of a new cult.)

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After surveying it from several different angles, the king’s engineer announced, “The only way to get rid of a metaphor that size is to dismantle it.”

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As he was leaving for the city to get grown, one lad received this advice: “The best way to be civilized is to run along beside the train.”

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As the secondary continues to ascend in prominence, speed replaces strength.

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In this one revolutionist camp — just to keep things alive and interesting — the “secret-pass-word-of-the-day” was whatever you wanted it to be. …(Oh yeah — which of the clowns, and who in the audience was it again, who didn’t like the notion of a different show each night for the same ticket?)

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In an attempt to place himself firmly in a more modern philosophical position, the man declared, “Babble, ergo sum — I talk, therefore I am.”

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There was this one king who had a Minister In Charge Of Rebuttals, and one day he was suddenly struck by the potential benefit he might derive should he abolish this post. He did, in fact, become so excited, he had to appoint a Secretary Of Laying Down.

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And the Indians told Columbus, “Hey, gettin’ here was the easy part.” And Columbus told the Indians, “Hey, bein’ here’s the easy part.” (And the Lamb said to Mary, “Somebody’s snitching our material.”)

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In pursuit of the artistic muses, one chap changed his name to Mozart, and says he did so with such panache and conviction that everyone immediately accepted it as true; he says it was only later that he remembered he was a painter.

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And yet another viewer writes, “I have long hoped to find a product or service with no guarantee whatever — and then I discovered your program.”

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Whenever his creatures would complain about the way he ran things, this one god, in response, would whine — “Well, it’s just a hobby.”

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One guy says he finds it droll how men continue to rhapsodize and shudder over often conflicting passions resting in a single human breast; “Just wait,” he chortles, “’til they get around to looking at their heads!”

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Health Hint: If you’re gonna engage in terpsichore in the city, for god’s sake, use some “protection”; over there, Life dances with everybody.

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One ole city guy told me, “Yeah, I’ll admit it — being happy gives men the impression they’re having a good time.

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One afternoon an ole man sat his kid down and told him, “Son, I don’t have any material things to leave you, but I can pass on this advice: Treat things you are going to do as though you didn’t really have to do them at all.” (In later years the lad found this to be of much practical value, but he still wanted a Corvette. …[Some kids sure can be smart-asses.])

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Many thousands must always die for one Caesar to be great; how many past ideas have fallen slain, into the goo.

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After the experiment was concluded the man said that the “condensed version” of his life didn’t seem that much different from the original.

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Thoughts that do battle with the obvious are in many
lands considered to be the king’s Honor Guard.

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In the strictest confidence one god freely admitted that as far as he was concerned, “Anyone who would submit to being a creature is a certifiable sucker.”

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One bustling party stopped the music long enough to announce, “Anyone who leaves early will miss what happens later,” and a reality visiting from out of town said, “You know, that’s weird; where I come from, not only is the opposite not true — it doesn’t even exist.” …(Cultural footnote; later that evening the band would only take requests from those in the life-boats.)

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In a land that has signposts dissimilar to yours, one creature thought that if he ever had the last word, it’d be his last word.

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Moving into his later years, one man mused, “Getting old is not like I thought it would be, and it’s not like everyone said it would be. …(I wish I could say the same about stupidity.)”

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One bright new morning the king declared to his subjects, “Do you now realize that changing the language will not change the reality,” and a village lad said to the people, “Do you then realize that we have been held captive in chains of infinitives, conjunctions, and prepositions?!”

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Once he was grown, one villager’s own son asked him, “Is the discovery of a ‘sorry sight’ itself a sorry sight?” …(The answer to this, which of course was reserved for their grandchildren, is that anything new that can be seen is, for its lifetime, free of all modifiers and conditions.)

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Here is another letter we received which says, “Dear Sirs: I’m just a kid and may not know much, but I sometimes wonder if some things aren’t called ‘metaphorical’ just to hide the fact that they don’t make sense, or else don’t have no special meaning in the first place. Yours truly, A Kid.” — (H-E-Y …..don’t try to fool ole Kyroot; I don’t believe no kid wrote this…)

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One guy said, “I think I’ve already said enough.” — Wow! — Where’d he come from!

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A speaker over in the city park, in the area reserved for such public activities, proclaimed, “Once your mind gets to goin’ in a certain way that’s about the way it’s gonna keep goin’.” And a lamb in the crowd said, “Hey! — Don’t everybody look at me!”

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A man who can cause himself to shut-up for no apparent external reason can be a force profitable to reckon with.

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Oh — coincidentally: There ain’t no such thing as “coincidentally,” and there also ain’t no such thing as people normally think of as its alternative.

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A chap says, “One way to tell a god is that he doesn’t fuck around with the rules of grammar.” (These could indeed be, words-to-live-by.)

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A man writes to us as follows, “I have been watching your show for some time, and heard you read letters-from-viewers, and I heard you the night you read one from a viewer who accused you of actually writing the letters from the viewers that you read, and I want to know: If this is true, then who wrote the show the night you read that letter?” — Hey! — Hold it right there; next thing, you’ll be wanting to know who’s the grandmother of the puppeteer with his hand up Mary’s dress.

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Immediately grasping the full situation, the admiral cried, “Surrender? – never!, I have just begun to talk!”
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