Jan Cox Talk 0865

Speech Serves to Extend Its Subject Matter

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#865 Sep 6, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :23. Speech fleshes out, extends, what it talks about. It is based on the Primary S world. New ad hoc classification of man: the collectives: townsfolk, middleclass, tied to the Fourth S and in sync with verbal life; the strays: out-of-date fringes of society, in-sync with the older, silent past; outcasts, misfits; the pioneers: the neurally homeless, the inwardly unsettled-in-speech. E.g., of speech as extender of Primary Level World: “addictions” to food (“the Twinkie defense”), sex (“Casanova defense”) etc., which amounts to an addition to living…generated and sustained by the 4th S: speech.


The News

Anybody who’ll tell what happened to them — deserved it.

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Well, hell: Anybody who remembers what happened to them deserves it.

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When he read that humans only use half of their brain, one guy thought, “Jeeze! Who’s using my half?”

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Most of the noise was caused by the execution of all the strangers. (Yet amidst all such turmoil a proper city peace lay lightly upon the land.)

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The needs of this reality make all human thinkers unrecognized neural travel agents, always assuring man that he must physically “go here, go there” to personally understand the topography of foreign mentations.

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There are two types of people in the world.

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Now that he’s dead (or at least disappeared) it can be told: One rebel’s personal, secret slogan was: “Holler in the dark.”

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Although it is tolerated, many cities do not commend audible laughter. (Many of them do not even like the idea of it existing in a silent form, but don’t quite know what to do about it.)

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This one man says that whenever he has an original thought that he doesn’t immediately want to take credit for, he will attribute it to someone else; he says he hasn’t yet had to use this procedure. (And I guess it’s up to us to figure out why, eh gang?)

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In his spare time, this one guy’d babble. Both to himself and others; (he had a lot of spare time).

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According to the report: Before he could spill the beans, the beans dumped him.

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One of the king’s ministers said to His Grace, “Sire, a religion rendered digital would no longer be a religion as now experienced by the people.” The monarch mused on this for a bit, then said, “Why are you telling me this? You’re the Secretary of Agriculture!” Moral: A man’s mind that “doesn’t know its place” will never know peace. (Chipmunks’ Moral: So what!)

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A man with a gun’s got it backwards.

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Opined one chap, “When reflecting on the average quality of human intelligence, I sometimes wonder if not the anticipation of thinking is superior to the actual act.”

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Sports Update: While awaiting the outcome of the game, the score was cancelled.

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When in the full passions of his mind, one man was wont to describe his thoughts as “kites with kerosene engines.”

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Local reality is a catered affair.

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Another of those Statements That Sound Okay At First: “God doesn’t need a challenge!” …but neither does anyone else.

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“Just think,” said the voice, “if you live in the city, you never have to go anywhere alone.” …(News flash — news flash: The man who invented the word “indeed” has just been shot in an auto accident.)

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While standing at a city Analogy Stop with his cigar and martini, the ole man was suddenly joined by a group of youngsters. He laid aside his smoke and drink and apologized to the children for the visible display of his habits, and one kid replied, “Ah forget it, Pop — everybody’s on something.”

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The closer you get to the edge, the further you become from uncertainty. (To the neural pioneer, it is the plains that are unsettling — not the gorges and ravines.)

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The construction of the clock was such that only when the pendulum swung to the right did the hands actually move forward, and na but the essence of the machine itself seemed to appreciate the equal need of the leftward motion.

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Two neural squirrels sitting in a synapse tree were passing the time and one mused, “If you were the king and could always have the `last word,’ would it be a greater exercise of your power to do so or to refrain?”

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In giving out instructions, this one reality stated, “A metaphor that almost makes sense can sometimes be acceptable,” and his ole man overhearing this interrupted — “Whatd’ya mean, `sometimes’?!” …(And in a near-brush-with-destiny-experience Kyroot added: My unsubstantiated, though absurd, mystical powers tell me that some viewer will now want to know “How can a reality have a father?” and to such inquisitors I reply, “I told you my powers were fraudulent!”)

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One guy’s motto was: “Help! I’m Going To Die.” He says he knows it sucks… But he wants one… And that’s the best he can do for now.

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If talk wasn’t a merry-go-round, it wouldn’t go anywhere.

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Every night before he’d go to sleep, this one chap would think, “If I were the sort to do that sort of thing, every night before I’d go to sleep, I’d pray, and what I’d say would be: `Thank you Dear Gods for every thing,'” and his local reality finally overheard this and thought, “Thank the Gods for at least one like him.”

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Okay — there are three types of people in the world.

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The rabble-rouser shouted to the crowd, “What is better than speech?” and in answer, they yelled back, “Wisdom!” Then he cried, “And what is better than wisdom,” and they responded, “Sex!” So he hollered back, “Then why are you standing here listening to me?” and they screamed, “W-e d-o-n-‘-t k-n-o-w!”

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There’s a post office up in the next dimension where all this gets sorted out.

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If sentences could make sense in reverse, they wouldn’t have to exist in the first place.

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After watching our show for a while, this one guy says, “After watching your show for a while, I no longer sneer at life; and after not sneering at life for a while, I find I begin to understand what your show’s about.”

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A certain city has a myth that tells of a man who “kept his thoughts to himself” s-o-o well that he finally didn’t know whether he had any or not. …(Travel Tip: Among other purposes, cities also serve as warnings.)

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This one god said if he could just come up with a witty slogan indicating what he was “all about” he might finally “get somewhere.” (He notes that he might eventually even get to be what the slogan says he’s about.)

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Since it had once again become — “Tuesday” — the oldster cautioned the kid, “A man with nothing to hide won’t have a place to hide anything.”

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There was this one reality which only had respect for those who could “take a joke”; his older brother was impressed only by those who could “make a joke.” Their father was a bit beyond that and had regard only for those who could make a joke towards themselves, take the joke, ignore the joke, forget the joke, and like that.

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If a campaign ever begins to “take up a collection for the king” — which he didn’t commence — Run! “Run,” I say, hey-hey, run for everybody’s life. …(Any sympathy or concern for the leader is not a “sign of weakness,” but is a weakness in the system. …[And a kid asked, “Just how many avenues of escape are there from one’s own head?”])

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If you worry about getting everything just right, you might grow up to be civilized. If you worry about getting everything just right, you might grow up to be nervous. If you worry about getting everything just right, you might grow out of it. And if you grow up worrying about getting everything just right — grow up somewhere else!

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Every day’s a holiday where the sun don’t shine.

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A viewer writes, “Although I thoroughly enjoy your stories and comments, what I really enjoy the most is when you tell interesting anecdotes about your personal life, and recount your many tragedies. Yours Faithfully, etc.”

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During a break, two of the park philosophers were just sitting around by themselves, and one asked the other, “Do you know why they won’t let intellectuals into the city’s space program?” and his pal replied, “No, why?” and the first one said, “I don’t know.”

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All right already! So there may be four types of people in the world — so what!

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Women realize that others do not consider them beautiful if they say, “My, but you have lovely hair,” or “pretty eyes,” yet no one recognizes that everyone does the same to one another intellectually. …(Of course, on a subversive’s Driver’s License, it would say: “Who cares! — so long as I don’t do that to myself.”)

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One guy says that sometimes when he’s alone, he feels like someone else is there with him. But he says the really weird thing is that he knows who it is.

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While watching the everyday goings-on down in the city park, one squirrel said to a bud, “Just think what’d happened if humans ever learned to independently and internally affect their own brain chemistry,” and his partner began laughing so loudly that he almost gave them away. …(Say, did you think he said “affect” or “direct their own brain chemistry”?)

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Most realities end up belonging to a gang.

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A man not going anywhere doesn’t need travel advice.
(Second dimension): A man who doesn’t need advice is not going anywhere. (Third measurement): A man who can turn a sock inside-out in his own mind can be an armchair adventurer with Pegasus as a lap-dog and Mercury’s feet as his frequent-flyer bonus.

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In a certain galaxy they try to keep prepositions away from the children.

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The president of the university told an incoming class: “A man with a correcting typewriter is like a gun with whipped cream bullets,” he paused, cleared his throat, looked at his hands, and added, “I do not know why this is so, but I felt it my duty to tell you.”

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For the real revolutionist — there’s nothing to take a break from.

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One serious city declared, “A wandering minstrel with a way-with-words may not have his way with my daughter,” and someone noted, “But you don’t have a daughter,” to which the city replied, “Yes, but such glib-tongued devils can make you believe you do.”

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In his own defense, he took the witness stand and declared, “Had I truly cared to know the difference between colons and semi-colons, I would not have stayed in such a shoddy kingdom as this in the first place.

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“Remember, kids: Songs that sound important are important.”

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Now for our Unbelievable Tale Of The Day: There was once a king who laid out rules for his people to live by which he first followed himself. …(Additional serious note: The fairy-tale — I mean — serious — intellect is not supposed to operate thusly… …A-h-h-h, but you knew that.)

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One guy thought, “Many people with famous names are famous.” He thought a little more, then thought, “I guess that’s the point.”

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The more treatments recommended, the less likely a cure.
…(Wow! What if you used this approach regarding the world of human thought! …No, don’t — I was just kidding — really, I’m serious… Don’t try that, I was just kidding — really.)

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In safe, settled neural townships, the following is true: A man with serious ideas is like a traveler with a broken toe: A man with serious ideas, who is in our favor, may carry his in his pocket.

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Although he certainly never told anyone, one rebel understood full well that “Words to `live by’ can KILL you.”

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One man changed his name to “Dog” so as to help hide his abnormally long sleeping habits. (Before you overindulge in scoffing, you should know that this happened in the city, and thus, he may get away with it.)

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Part of speech’s responsibility is to flesh-out things it doeth talk about. …(Then pausing a few moments for initial digestion to commence, Chef Kyroot served the next course: The lean primary world gains its necessary weight by way of man’s vocal facilities. …[From a table full of rebels arose a voice: “Quick! Check please! We’re about to be late for curtain time at the next stage of our show.”])

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Revolutionist thinking is not unlike a Southern Pacific engine pulling Penn Central boxcars. …(It should be noted that certain tracks can never meet in a finite world, which is part of its necessary stability, but it does not preclude the possibility of selective, cross-system, neural hoboing.)

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The true (though yet to be verbalized) credo of all cities and civilizations is: “It is everyone’s duty to help the unfortunate; we are all unfortunate.”

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When enough of the people had become disturbed, it was no longer possible to tell that any were. (This is the last time I’m gonna tell you that such ideas have nothing to do with the chemical population of your own electrical landscape.
…Now quit buggin’ me about it!)

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The collective conclusions of all cities, great and small, must take precedence over the ideas of an individual rebel here and there, or else the infrastructures of civilization would collapse, and no one could flush their toilet.

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As he prepared to leave for city reality, the kid’s ole man told him, “Everything you’re going to hear over there is true — and therein lies its hazard.”

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If life was half as serious as the brain, heart, lungs and bowels believe it is, it would still be twice as serious as would be believed by the heart, lungs and bowels.

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Routine life, and everybody else, is Life’s internal dance with itself.

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From the subversive neural view: A man’s brain that won’t run backwards won’t run good enough to even talk about. (Only well-settled, serious city brains believe that time, talk and events occur, then move, in but one direction; that’s why they’re serious and settled — and you’re not.) Non-squirrely moral: If Thanksgiving came more than once a year, many people’d be even madder than they are now.

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The tolerance within a system is what allows the system to grow. …(Over in the grey goo-field, an older Lamb corrected a younger one: “No, tolerance is not indifference, and it’s not leniency, compassion, or endurance; tolerance is what tolerance would be if it actually existed out here.”)

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This one reality used to think, “Hey, if it can make me laugh, it can’t be all that funny.”

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