Jan Cox Talk 0866

“Eating Becomes Dining” via Speech’s Primary Extensions

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#866 Sep 9, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :25. Speech makes Primary Level World acts more than they are: eating becomes dining; sex becomes romance. “Addiction” is an aspect of speech’s job, i.e., denial of responsibility. A verbal process is delivered from the service it is to the goods of “addiction”. Addiction as a product. Thus the mind is allowed to deal with its own Secondary Level World activities in even a more complex way. Statements like “he’s more catholic than the pope” and “the whole is greater than the sum of the parts” exemplify the new complexity.

They are impossible in the 3-d world, but something is being served by invoking the concept that something can be more than it already is. A Moses cannot become Judaism while still living. Jesus cannot come to personify the Christian religion until he is dead. Seeds (speech) don’t bloom in the season in which they are planted. More than one life-time is needed for those things that Life needs for its mainstream growth.


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When operating at his normal mental level, this one guy would often say to his brain, “We’re cuttin’ it mighty thin again.”

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Four non-existent, question-and-answer conversations:
“Why did you become a comedian?” — “I like to laugh.”
“Why did you become a psychiatrist?” — “I like to listen.”
“Why did you become a minister?” — “I like to complain.”
“Why did you become a human? — “I like to talk.”

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One man says that for enjoyment he sometimes reads children’s books while pretending to be grown.

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There was this one reality that told its creatures, “Everybody deserves some attention, and you just got yours.”

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A professor over at Believe It Or Not U was recently quoted as saying, “If literature remains linear, the only place we can ever get is ahead.”

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One ole king told his prince, “Periodically ask yourself: What is to be thought of he who is impressed with himself because his peers are impressed by him?!” (While in aquatic lore, fish only have other gilled creatures as heroes, this says little about additional possibilities on land and in the skies.)

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Several people applied for the job, but there was no such job…(but, no matter).

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In city park, one of the local philosophers said, to no one in particular, that he sometimes feels that proverbs that don’t want to stop shouldn’t have gotten started in the first place.
…(You know — a little footnote: I do believe it was this same chap’s half brother who once said that all religions were based on a great idea that went crazy.)

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Some Lambs learn to tremble every time Mary wants to say, “I hate to be the one to tell you this…”

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It finally doesn’t much matter what key you put in the lock, as long as you know the door.

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The messages sharks send to eagles are not fit for tender ears.

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A man who sometimes cooks in the revolutionist camp said, “When they first come here, everybody eats off of somebody else’s plate; but I notice that those who last finally find a more direct way to get their grub.”

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The kid cried out, “The good news is that there’s blood in my shoes.”

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Might you consider once again the brilliance — the singularity — of the human mind in that it can create the idea of a thing that created it! …(Think about it! — all you merry-go-round fans and assailants!)

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At the amateur level they would allow the participants to think only in two minute rounds.

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Suddenly — right in the midst of otherwise normal court affairs — the king leapt from the throne and declared, “I now see it, I see most clearly, indeed: Parables, myths and metaphors are no more than blankets of camouflage thrown onto beds of ignorance.” (The ministers and aristocracy were immediately faced with the two alternative responses to His Grace: Execution, or electro-shock therapy.)

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One guy says his house talks to him, “And, Boy! Is it dumb.”

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Two of the park squirrels were jawin’ and one pondered, “Which is more important: A man who knows something or a man who gets an impressive building constructed in tribute to what he supposedly knows?” and his bud spat out a shell fragment and said, “Y-e-a-h, ain’t that still one of their eternal questions.”

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Whatever you may say works for you and on you in the secondary sense does so; but do not be so frail as to think that that covers all possibilities.

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In the different world of the neural revolutionist, things are different, for instance: Someone who has “writer’s block” is not a writer. (This futuristic reality does not replace or condemn the present one, but its advanced sense of secondary justice makes the ordinary version seem flaccid and near-absurd.)

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An out-of-town deity, over a few drinks with some new friends, had these comments to make about his role in the larger scheme of things, said he, “Being a god means several immediately salient things: First, being a god means you never have to take `no’ for an answer; and secondly, being a god means you never have to take yes for an answer, for thirdly, being a god means you can’t ever ask a question in the first place.” …(There was once a kid who asked his ole man, “Why does the core of some men’s minds dream of kings and others of gods?” and the elder referred him back to the fact of there being the two histories to survey: that internal and personal and that external, collective and obvious.)

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Words and thought do have their own justice, but there must be someone present to execute it.

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Due to the dynamics of polarized energy in a finite system, in the overall calculations, half of all productive work is ultimately unproductive from that system’s view.

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From our viewing audience comes this letter: “Me and some of my friends get together and watch your show, and one of them thinks that everything you say — including the stuff that makes you laugh — is all serious, while another of my pals says that the whole, entire thing is some kind of joke, and I don’t really know which way to think about it. The three of us are considering running away together and either starting a rock band, or a religion. Any advice? Yours Sincerely.”

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The king’s power was such that even foreign ignorance bowed to him “in homage and recognition of a superior.” (When he heard their comment, he said, “I’ll have to think about that.”)

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There’s a little game you can play: Whenever you can see two possibilities where everyone else sees but one — guess which one is the most important.

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One ole timer told a kid, “A man with a chip on his shoulder can always start a fire,” (and the lad was glad he was only in a story and not in real life — or the other way around).

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Oh — and then there was this other guy who’d think up funny things to say and then not say them.

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This one universe turned to its P.R. people and said, “Hell, name it anything you want to,” and one of them rejoined, “But you should be careful in these matters; get the wrong name, and — what will the ordinary person think?” to which the Big Existence replied, “What he always does, and who cares, and who needs him.” (End of meeting.)

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So as to keep his wagon trains fresh and on-the-move, one neural pioneer would publicly debunk all his private tricks.

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A viewer writes and says as follows: “Although I have enjoyed watching your programs, I’m not sure that your little stories and commentaries can actually be considered literature, inasmuch as they lack that indispensable facet — a continuing, central theme.” (He adds a P.S. saying that if there is a theme in all of this and if he is simply missing it — that’d be too frightening to think about.)

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Local heroes and home town fans not only deserve one another — they need one another, and are a dance team truly made in heaven. …(Or at least in a six-D choreographer’s pleasant daydreams.)

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Whenever he’d have exceptionally fine thoughts, this one guy’d often shout to himself — “Ooooh! — I’m going to have a baby.” (You figure it out.)

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If you think man can be petty and vain, perhaps you’d be interested to know that the various realities engage in continual efforts to impress one another, and are in fact where man picked up the habit.

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In a binary-state-of-mind, they’re correct — you can’t have it both ways.

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In but a few words, this one chap just about “said it all” for his finite homeland when he said, “So long as Captain Irony lives — we live.”

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Whenever it didn’t want to hear any more, this one reality would say, “I don’t want to hear any more,” and not a one of the little darlings doubted it.

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Few things extant in the ordinary world actually meet the strict definition of being “illusionary,” but external controversies are one of them.

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As the ole man lay dying, he whispered to his father, “Do not forget — a gate swings both ways,” and the older ole one said, “Why tell me now? — wart brain!” And with that neither one of them died on cue.

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To some, he was initially known as a “half wit,” but inasmuch as they lived in a land of quarter-tone-reality, he was eventually made king.

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He admits that some of his ideas are dinosaurian, but he says they’re so cute and cumbersome that he can’t bring himself to extinct ’em.

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Ordinary intelligence hears tomorrow as either a promise or a threat, while more complex perception might detect a voice saying, “Come on, big boy, drop those pants and climb on in — you’ll enjoy it, and besides, they’ve got drugs that’ll clear up any possible problem in no time at all.” …(The drawback to routine receivers is that they will only pick up one station at a time; it’s either classical, rock, talk, gospel, or country, and thanks to the city’s standards and controls, the sources never drift and overlap on one another’s audio frequency or intellectual territory.)

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One kid’s view was: “Great ideas that make sense can’t be all that great.”

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Near where some re-paving was going on, a fellow says he’s perplexed about man still picking on religion more than science; he says that with our increased knowledge and understanding, he doesn’t see why we don’t devote more of our energies to attacking something that can’t defend itself.

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Typewriters have so many keys because people don’t know what they really want to say.

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Okay, I guess it’s safe enough to admit there’s a major league version of the game: Where everyone else sees only two possibilities and you can see three — guess what time the next bus leaves.

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A man at a pay phone just called and said he thought I’s gonna say, “Guess what time the next squirrel leaves.”

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During the Ersatz Happy Hour over at the Ole Soreheads’ Bar, a fellow on the adjoining stool observed, “Well, the upside of life being in such pitiful shape is that we can’t do anything about it.”

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In a relatively obscure corner of one solar system, humor that gave the creatures headaches finally achieved its own name; they called it Head Hurting Humor. …(Hey, even I get that one
…[I think].)

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This one time had a rhyme, and it went: What is prayer, but wantin’ more than your share.

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A stop sign serves two purposes — with only one word. (Finite realities have more facets than are seen by their inhabitants. Thus, for example: A four-D world actually has at least six dimensions. [You might find this offering a partial accounting for many of the mind’s curious beliefs and superstitions.])

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Having a motto in life makes things go a lot easier; it doesn’t, of course, but it seems to; which is more than adequate.

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A chap on the street who says he doesn’t know whether he should be listed as an “ole sorehead” or an “optimist” says that if it turns out to be crap that actually rises to the top, it’ll be okay, so long as you can still use it in coffee. (My dear departed uncle Anonymous K. used to say, “The wisdom of the city is only surpassed by everything else.”)

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In a mythical kingdom not by the sea, was a ruler who paid off and honored the bravest warriors with additional wounds.

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Although no one’s ever asked, I’ll tell you any bloody way: No planes go to mythical kingdoms — only buses. (“After all,” said Doctor Duck, “if you’re not going anywhere, what the hell do you care how you get there!!”)

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This one guy used to try and heat up the blood headed to his brain.

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Ideas ready to stand tall in the stirrups and do battle with their conflicting counterparts are as bright beacons to lure rebels’ ships onto the reefs. (Mixed Metaphors 201 and Advanced Salvage Techniques will begin classes tomorrow.)

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Those with serious social, spiritual or political philosophies to push could have — in another life — been decent pimps or fishmongers.

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There was this one little neural trooper who would only volunteer to go out on “ballistic missions.” (On his organ-dorgan donor card was printed this notation: “What good is ANY idea if someone else has already had it! — YUK!”)

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Any merry-go-round that could take you around your reality and let you off in a higher dimension can’t be boarded with any of those collective passes they hand out in the city.

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While the intellect and the land-of-the-Lambs seems an open expanse of infinite vistas, Mary and the lower regions of the nervous system have depressed, blind spots that can never be re-shaped. (For the neural explorer this is not bad news, but rather, necessary news.)

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In certain inter-structed, forward areas, a revolutionist who carries his own luggage on board can push up the departure time. (Why bother to send me a mental-fax pointing out that this can’t be true — we both know that already, now don’t we; ha-ha, ho-de ha-ha.)

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In the city, some people may know more than others…(not much, but some, I guess…)

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In another galaxy there is a kingdom whose faith in the products of the intellect is such that they plan to live by proverbs and intend to eventually do away with any over three words. (A fellow here, attempting to repair a waffle iron, says he sees full well that this has nothing whatsoever to do with how an earth human might think. …[Well, I’m glad to see we’re finally getting somewhere.])

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A viewer writes: “That’s all fine and dandy, but what the roarin’ hell does working on a waffle iron have to do with what you’re alluding to? Signed: Mad As Roarin’ Hell,” etc. (Sir, I know what you mean — believe me, I k-n-o-w what you mean.)

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In a passing, half-hearted attempt to keep things steady and calm, this one reality muttered to a would-be revolutionist, “Anybody that tries to think ahead can hurt themself.”
…(…later, Kyroot added: Recognizing the source of this message, the rebel took it for what it was worth.)

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In a certain non-linear hospital, they will only perform surgery while the patient is singing.

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Talk makes life more complex; talk makes life more interesting.

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Okay, I’ll go on and say it: man makes life more interesting.

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