Jan Cox Talk 0864

Conclusions of Speech Allay the Fears of Speech’s Shortcomings

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#864 Sep 4, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :23. Everyone has a doubt, a fear whether ordinary thinking and speech will ever really get them anywhere. Thus all speech puts out products: conclusions. Only a Neural Revolutionist could be satisfied with speech as an inconclusive service process, as a work-in-progress activity that doesn’t satisfy like Primary Level World needs are satisfied by its proper fuel. The ordinary mind always has an expectation that speech will come to a conclusion, and cannot accept that a Primary “S” could not have a satisfying conclusion.

E.g., “romance is speech-based sex, but now is a necessity in its own right to help keep man civilized and family oriented. Life’s genetic needs are being met when talk is included in Primary Level World acts. Romance is no longer an option; it is necessary to expand the PL dimension of all activities. Primary Level World sex 2 is too unrelentingly primary.


The News

Sticking your finger in the socket won’t make the electricity go away.

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It’s a L-O-T easier to think you’re interested in something than it is to actually be so.

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The battle cry of one secondary, social army was: “Making It Safe For Corduroy.”

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After having installed a reverse on his appetites, he went to work on an overdrive for his mind. …(There have been those who, believing they loved speed, moved next to the racetrack, only to find themselves wearied by the constant noise and activity. …[The Living Tombstone Corporation has a new model with the direct epitaph, “The Rebel Who Must Rest, Finds No Peace.”])

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Through his insistence that everything said to him must make sense, one guy’s mind quit talking to him.

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The Red Team always seemed at the bottom of the league standings, and some said it was because they did not make use of the Designated Critic Rule.

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Around the house, one man would post notes to himself
…which he would never sign.

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One ole sorehead told a bunch of kids in his neighborhood, “Human life is just a ridiculous play that the gods are putting on,” but his brother, older and ornery-er, injected, “Not quite — our existence is just the rehearsal.” …(With this, the children seemed duly dismayed and depressed.)

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One man developed a new type of X-ray machine which would produce pictures of intentions; through the combined efforts of the related areas of medicine and technology, he was first killed, and then run out of town.

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The musicologist’s advice to the Composition class was: “If your symphony sucks — change your name to something unpronounceable.” …(A viewer wants to know why I sometimes allude to my stories and comments as being metaphorically intended, and at other times I do not. …[Is “being a viewer” never having to say, “There’s something I want to know.” — ?!])

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From the mouth of the street-corner-shouter came these words: “Just look, my friends, where words have taken us!
— Just look!” (A passer-by clued me in to the fact that the guy was secretly employed by Greyhound.)

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One man admitted that his intelligence was only “skin deep,” but added that that was as far as he went, anyway.

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Additional city advice for the children: At any time you can’t seem to take yourself seriously, at least do so regarding your injuries. …(Local Update: “God loves a wounded creature.” — Oops! correction update: “God loves a creature what’s wounded and acknowledges it!” …[Gotta keep the record straight.])

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His business-type social card says he’s “Here To Push The Envelope,” and in person he says, “While there may be limitations to what I can actually do, there’re no limitations to what I think I can do.” …(After seeing him in the fleshy, there’s still some doubt as to whether he’s bragging or complaining.)

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In a move toward increased efficiency, this one man began putting in the periods even before his sentences were finished.

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To assume that you can somehow “think your way out of the confines of collective thought” is like believing that if you had the architectural plans for the prison, you’d be free.
…(Oh, I’ll admit that it sounds intriguing and symbolically pertinent, but such short, apparently direct ideas are actually trying to compare the taste of apples with the batting average of oranges. This is what such proverbial notions are supposed to do, but for a neural revolutionist’s purposes, blah-blah-blah, etc., and so on.)

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From a certain non-standard view: The character of a story is the story.

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One day the king confided, “I’d say one of the fascinating aspects of this job is that I can say that `the words are my own, but the actions, of my ministers,'” and some in the court were so struck by this idea that they took their vacations early.
…(And later that year, gossip of this episode reached the village, and a few of the neural subjects better grasped the nature of the ballroom’s cozy ambience.)

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Without tangible drugs, this one rebel fooled about with his brain chemistry to such an extent that he didn’t have any.
…(Oh, of course he still had some, it just became damn-near unidentifiable.)

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One city hero’s first line of defense was to “run like hell”; (equally so for offense, officiating, time-outs, and days-off). …(…and Kyroot kinda added: W-e-l-l, since I’ve gone this far; there was actually one whole reality which for some time took as its all-around, all-purpose, operational slogan the continually repeated, unison cry of “Run like hell — Run like hell.”)

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One guy’s main complaint seemed to have something to do with the “ingratitude of fruit.”

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During a slack period, a duck climbed up on the soap box in the park and pronounced, “‘Tis only words that separate man from the truth,” and a nearby squirrel said to a bud, “I could pop into the story right here and say that if it were not for words, man would have no truth to be separated from, but this is s-o-o well known to everyone by now as to be redundant to note…hand me a walnut.”

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One man’s spelling became s-o atrocious, he could no longer spell “atrocious.” (“Now,” said he, “we’re getting somewhere.”)

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Your genes can tell you a lot…(the least of which is that you’re overweight).

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A viewer writes to say that while we may have fooled him on some counts, he does not believe that our references to “bus drivers” are metaphorical; he says he says this on the basis that he is a bus driver, and he doesn’t represent anything.

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The proper tempo for collective, city sanity is to appear intellectually busier than you really are. (…and Kyroot the lexicologing historian said: There was once a place that had two synonyms: “really” and “actually” — and they decided to execute one of them, but found that neither smoked, would take a last meal, or had any final words.)

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Looking out over his territories, this one god thought, “If it weren’t for the smart asses, I don’t know who’d service my accounts.”

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It’s not as easy to be homeless as most would imagine.

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The only cheaper way to — no, let me begin anew; the only surer, more civilized way to make a name for yourself than by touting the life of some dead person is to debunk them once their reputation is made. …(You guys might be interested to know that in some universes, hints like this one are worth sizable chunks of cash and lengthy jail sentences.)

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Trying mightily to envision what it would be like to be a human, this one word turned a surprising corner.

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After hearing certain city ideas, this one rebellious sort took the talking part of his nervous system aside and said, “Now even if I have some kind of `subconscious’ mind that uses the past to affect what I do now, I want you to know that (A): It’s not going to affect me, or (B): If it does, I ain’t gonna care, and it ain’t gonna matter — got that?!” (His terrified brain nodded its mute agreement…what else could it do.)

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One man’s favorite saying was: “I ain’t down yet.” That is, until he got a clear fix on just where he was.

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For a time it seemed that each new step caused his mind to bleed a bit — just for a time.

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Civilization — that is, the need for man to talk and hold differing ideas — is the hand beneath the puppet of the notion of the “supernatural.”

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Class Seven-O-Two One-A in one reality’s university teaches two separate views of the matter. The first is that “kings crowned on land should die at sea,” and the other is: “A ruler should be executed at home.” (The inward bound, homeless student passes all courses, whether useful or not.)

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Only those who don’t know what this is about want to discuss what it might be about.

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A chap near the city landfill says that the reason men began symbolizing dates by numbers, like “8/2/91,” instead of actually writing them out was so that they wouldn’t have to think about how late it’s getting.

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In some realities, all birds fly on the backs of others.
…(Ah, hell! — in your reality. …[A singular beauty in finite systems is that everything can be explained to your satisfaction, even if it’s not to your satisfaction.])

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There is nothing quite so funny as microscopes and binoculars.

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Oh, okay — prime-time version: There’s nothing quite as funny as something you look through.

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Even while some city thinkers have said that “we are the products of what we think,” they do not see that cerebral man is factories designed by fired employees — turning out mental merchandise intended to destroy the facilities and terminate present positions.

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Not many of the people here today wanted to be here yesterday.

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After particularly calamitous days for his creatures, this one creator would have someone announce over the planetary P. A. system that “God has left the building.”

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One of the park philosophers and “city observers” observed, “Men who want a `Title’ — want it all.”

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Why would not the mute have more metaphors about speech than professional debaters? …(To save some semi-precious time, let’s go ahead and admit that someone will want to know if this is actually a question, or what — and if it is, they will go on to say that it “sure is a weird one.”)

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The last place this one ole guy’d look was in his own mind…”Why waste your time?” he asks.

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Whenever he’d see ideas he liked, he’d often drive his pickup around the block and come back to pass them again, hollerin’ and wavin’; he didn’t much wanna stop and get an autograph, or chat, as much as he did just to drive past ever’ now and then and holler and wave.

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Many insults sound better in a foreign language — all prayers.

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Over in another reality, just as sure as clockwork, everybody gets horny at supper time and everyone wants to eat when it rains.

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One chap insisted he would not play until someone told him what the final score would be. (Neurological Side-Tip: Anyone who disagrees with this has brain damage.)

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All of an age’s great and serious minds must assume that they’re dealing with something that at least resembles “the truth”; this is what makes long remembered words seem great and serious.

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One man says he now has most nouns under control, and that the next big push is to curb verbs.

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One of the park philosophers declared, “If we treated our gods and our leaders as we do ourselves, just imagine the dubious position we’d be in,” and a listening squirrel mumbled, “I rest my case.”

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In one reality, everything the creatures knew was a watered down version of something else. (This is just a rumor.)

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During the summer, one guy started a fan club for himself; but he never could get him to show up for a meeting. …(He says he was pleased by this, and that it only reinforced his initial good impression.)

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Now for tonight’s fairy tale (it’s not actually a fairy tale, but since we didn’t have one for the night — thus the ruse): One guy told his brain, “If I ever ask you to do something you can’t do, just say, `I can’t do it,'” but turns out these words could not be so arranged by his greyish goo.

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One rebel’s credo: “Even pretending to be serious to yourself can be dangerous.”

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In the city’s a man who says that he’ll never feel sorry for anyone who feels sorry for him, because they’re probably his superior.

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Sensing the extreme difficulty of its actual overthrow, this one man suggested that his local reality should at least treat their own collective wisdom with Odor-Eaters.

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Then there was this other reality that allowed its creatures to use the slogan: “Everything’ll return the favor.”

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Some of the squirrels demand that no moral be affixed to any story in which they appear.

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Sad to tell, but in one universe, “being sick” is no longer enough! …(And Doctor Doo denoted: “It is increasingly important to your health today to watch-where-you-step.”)

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A certain fellow said that most of the time his first thought on a subject was his best one; when asked how often this happened, he said that it never had.

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In the early morning hours, running through the city streets, one of the people cried out, “Once the truth is known — everybody’ll know the truth,” and the mayor sleepily mused, “Well, at least it’s an improvement over the streets running through the people.”

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Another viewer writes to say: “If you had any guts, you’d pretend to read a letter from a viewer that said: `Men start Kyroots, and men can stop them.'”
…[…and Kyroot “P.S-terized”: Some viewers are nicer than others, and should you ever find any in your mail bag, you should immediately flush out your head with whatever caustic is closest to hand.])

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A neural gunslinger called the local, conceptual citizens together and said for “all friends of the past” to “Get out of town.”

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The tenor sings, “Those who make the language make the rules of rhetoric,” and the chorus replies, “But we all make the language,” and the soprano joins in, “Those who make the language make reality,” to which the chorus responds, “But we all make the language,” and the bass steps center stage and proclaims, “Then, there you are, Then, there you are.” Curtain down, house lights up, no refunds.)

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During times of extreme activity on the great grey plains, the Lamb would sometimes curse the lightning, and often, Mary would toss in her sleep and mutter “I heard that.”

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The question of whether a man’s symbolic gestures are sincere or sham is a specious concern, for nothing is more real in a man’s life than such symbolisms.

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The bells jingled and danced, “What could ever be more fun than change!” they cried.

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