Jan Cox Talk 0867

Speech Must Be Inconclusive to Interact With Itself

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#867 Sep 11, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :25. Speech makes life more complicated; it must constantly fatten up the Primary Level World and Secondary Level World. Speech must be always open-ended and inconclusive in order to be able to interact with itself and survive to grow/interact another day; speech must be inconclusive in a very wide range so that Secondary Level World seeds cannot bloom in the same season of their planting. “Reason deceives us, conscience never” reflects a still extant sense of the mind that reason is an incompetent adversary to the older passions, an unworthy opponent to contain the silent, primary feelings.

Man’s mind does not believe that intellect is properly up to speed, that it can contain the feral feelings. Even intellectuals don’t trust the intellect, or they wouldn’t have to defend it. Yet intellect’s duty is to continually rise up to the attempt at control of feelings. This Thing is the best possible attempt at independent thought in the dependent circumstances of life.


The News

On some mornings this one man would look at himself in the bathroom mirror, then peer at his brain and ask, “Can this marriage be saved?”

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At any given time, in this one city, a few ordinary citizens believed they knew what was going on; at any given time, in this one city, more citizens were deluded than others.

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One guy told life, “Hey, I know I’m out-powered (and maybe, classed), but I can complain for as long as you can do what makes me complain.” (And even though this was a world-class misjudgment, life let it pass.)

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After years of association, and hence, genetic dialogue, one ole man told the kid, “It’s not really a question of whether there’s justice or not in a finite world, but rather the justice of man wanting to know, and the ultimate inquiry: `Are guts going in, and sausages coming out?'”

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Gazing up at his creation, the architect said, “Do you realize that if the building were not so modern and complex we wouldn’t need air conditioning or elevators?” “But,” mused a nearby urban rat, “Were not man’s mind and speech so alive and on the move, he’d need no modifiers or conjunctions.”

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Once a week this one reality would go nuts. (Its creatures used this as their Holy Day.)

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A viewer writes in to say, “Dear Kyroot, etc.: I disagree with much of what you’re talking about on your program, but since I don’t understand what you’re talking about on your program, I’m therefore also hard pressed to understand my disagreement. Most Congenially Yours, etc.”

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One guy thought he might be too smart for his own good; he was wrong; but that’s what he thought.

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The perhaps supreme skill of an intelligent ruler is the appearance of taking the job seriously. …(And suddenly from the bleachers someone yelled, “Yeah! Take that, you stodgy old ideas and opinions.”)

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Some city info recently discovered in unclaimed storage: “Most people can make themselves seem worse than they really are.”

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Someone in our audience wants to know why I don’t go ahead and do some kind of wrap-up on the subject and just say that “squirrels don’t ride the bus.” …(Oh yeah, he also says that when he figures out how to work in kings, gods, goo fields, cities, park philosophers, and other realities, etc., he’ll get back to us. …[You know, as silly as all that is, it could cause me to say that “lightning never strikes a bus,” inasmuch as they don’t allow buses out on the goo field…(I think I just heard Mary mutter a thankful prayer).])

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O-kay, then say — why do you think they have so many more games of distraction at the bus station than they do at the airport? …(One of the self-imposed/employed baggage handlers wants to know why no one ever writes in asking if our references to busses, bus stations, and bus riders are metaphorical.
…[Well, just as my ole Uncle Squirrley used to say, “Some questions just naturally answer themselves even before they get axed.”])

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A fellow from the city wants to be quoted as having long insisted that “Hindsight is far too overweight.”

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Around some other-galactic campfires they still tell about and laugh over this one god who accidentally hired a guy who wouldn’t complain. — (Gads! — what a lobe slapper.)

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We received this letter: “Dear Kyroot, etc.: After watching your program for some time now, and after giving serious reflection to your ideas and stories, I have a question: Is it possible that there’s a connection or parallel between the Ole Man & the Kid and the Primary & Secondary worlds? Yours Truly”; — Well, I’ve got my own question — who’s going to believe that such obviously setup letters are actually written by viewers?!

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Everybody’s got something to say.

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One man’s advice to all his children: “If you’re gonna tell the truth — first, change your underwear.” …(At other times this story was given as “one king’s advice to his subjects” and “one reality’s advice to its creatures,” but no matter how you cut it — it still stinks. …[Blue Light Special: A story that you don’t get doesn’t get you.])

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One guy turned to his own mind and said: “Tell me — mano a mano — are my thoughts `too wimpy’?”

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During an interview, over in an impossible-to-get-to place, this one reality remarked that a great thing about being a reality is that no one can tell you to “get out of town.” (And with that, he laughed and ate the interviewer.)

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Academic Update: Though a mix-up in Aristotle’s notes has brought us to our present position, History was originally intended as a branch of Electrical Engineering.

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A viewer writes to say that his “very, very favorite part of the show is the Letters From Viewers.” He says that whenever I read one, it gives him some hope that eventually he might not have to make himself up any more.

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Sex is today’s meal — romance, tomorrow’s menu.

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Someone left a message on our answering machine who claims to have the only existing photograph or other representation of Kyroot: He says he can’t make out what he actually looks like, but that it’s “definitely him.”

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An ordinary man with a good memory can be a pain in the ass…especially to himself. …(Program Note: As regards these matters — it’s not that a revolutionist would have a “bad memory,” but rather an alternative exercise thereof. …[In new, non-linear explorations, memory can be more like the lead dog than a member of the sled pack.])

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One reality’s operational motto was: “Don’t worry about me.” He would only say this to himself. (…Oh yeah, that’s why he’s a reality and you’re just a bundle of nerves.)

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Is best for a man with a vision and a job with the king to have some fall-back employment.

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Calling the cast together he cautioned, “Remember: Whether you sing, dance, do set designs, or give serious recitations, just remember — god is everybody’s agent.”

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There’s this one chap who keeps up with the current news just to further prove that he doesn’t care.

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Turning to the lad again, the ole man said, “Son, a man with a chip on his shoulder can always attract a woodpecker.” (And a viewer writes: “This was not instructive, nor funny, on your last show, and repetition will do it no good. Yours Truly, Yours So Very Truly, Yours Of Extreme Truliness, and — Oh my god — what have I done!”)

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City Understated-Statement Of The Week: “Personal feelings can be difficult to deal with.”

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One guy thought he wanted to go somewhere; he didn’t really, but it gave him something else to dream about around the water cooler. (“Hey,” says the guy, “what’s wrong with that?!”)
…(…and for the Special Education students, Kyroot added: A man who asks, “What’s wrong with that” is just asking for it.)

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One man hated the concept of sequence so much that when he stood in line it didn’t do him any good.

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The ruler of this one kingdom would become periodically riled, and look over to his neighbors and shout, “Blood and destruction! Blood and destruction is what is in store,” and the adjoining monarch always successfully countered this threat by loudly responding, “Figs and snuff juice! That’s what you’ll get — figs and snuff juice.” Outro Disguised As Moral: Let he who is without seriousness cast the female lead. …(And a viewer explains, “I sometimes get so frustrated by all of this that I forget to get mad on time.”)

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After looking things over carefully, he concluded, “If you’ve got modifiers, you’ve got problems.”

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A hot new best seller in a neighboring reality is entitled, “Life Uses What Works,” which was quickly followed by an anti-sequel, “Whatever Life Uses — Works.”

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An older reality reassured a younger neophyte, “Don’t worry, you’ll get it right, just keep practicing; the main thing to remember is simply this: What’s the use in making any creatures who aren’t self-critical?!” …(There was more to this story, but the repairman just came to pick up my typewriter.)

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A viewer says, “You’ve got no right using squirrels as metaphors.” (I’ll take such matters seriously when I get a message from a squirrel saying the same thing about viewers.)

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A neural rebel once referred to this sort of activity as “long term solutions for short term problems”; he later updated his view by calling it “long term solutions for no term problems.”

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During the annual company picnic for its thoughts, this one guy’s brain would sometimes play all the necessary parts in the three-legged race.

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In the secondary seascape, calmed waters would be sterile waters.

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Ofttimes in response to some passing outburst by his creatures, this one reality would say, “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking,” when in fact he did not, and in fact didn’t even give a rat’s ass. (And that, King Tat, is again why he’s a reality, and you’re just a — well, you-know-what.)

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Then there was this one god who said he had only “one request,” and that he wasn’t going to tell anyone what it was.

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There is a place in the 5-D world where the final scores of upcoming 3-D games are decided; it is a sloppy and imprecise operation, but it does exist, and it does work. …(Real rulers get advice from ministers who don’t yet exist.)

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A fear fugitively swept the city, as the word was passed, “They’re going to kill the carpenters — after that, can the chefs and pornographers be far behind?!”

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What you may note as inefficiency, Life may not notice at all.

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The following sentence tells of a reality who told its creatures that “a long parable is a good parable.” It did this to keep them off-balance, subservient, and healthy.

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The secondary world must continually re-invent itself or perish.

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A lad asked a dad, “Why are there `games of chance,’ but none of fate?” …(Later, when they were alone, the ole man said, “I told you never to say `but’ with your face full.”
…[“Ah, sweet Conjunctus,” sang the synaptic soprano, “I knew thee well and loved thee often.” …(Operas staged in the Compound and Complex styles remain the local favorites.)])

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A man with a furrowed brow might lend you money; hell, maybe even his opinions…or even his predictions.

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There’s this one fellow who says he never listens to any idea that’s smarter than he is; “Why,” he asks, “run the risk of deep personal embarrassment.” …(This could have some bearing on the surprisingly smooth generational segue between the ole men and the kids.)

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A viewer writes, “I am pret-ty sick of your subtle hints and subliminal suggestions.”

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During certain laggardly times (by revolutionist clock watching), this one reality would offer to fix up a few of his creatures with this “real nice idea.” (He’d tell ’em): “She’s got real nice feet, and a great personality.” (What a kidder, what a bloody kidder.)

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Trying to “explain one’s feelings” is one of man’s most frustrating and inconclusive activities; hence, its popularity.

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One day the king declared that he thought all the subjects should “get on drugs,” and an aide whispered to him that they already were — “Well!” shouted His Grace, “That explains it!” Moral: Neither the ruled, nor the ruler should tell one another how to spend their leisure time.

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Lesson Number One: Just because something is called a “moral,” and even sounds like one is no proof of anything.

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All ideas have a life span, and the reason this is not better remembered is that those weeping at the funerals are the very ones who dispatched the deceased.

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There used to be this one god who, whenever he got to drinking, would shout out at passing cars, “Hey! Anyone named Luther can stop in my house.” …(One of the engineers at the TV station asks if, in the way we use the word “god,” the relative pronoun should be “who” or “that”? — [Don’t chu just love it sometimes!])

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Give us now our Daily City Slogan: Everybody can remember what happened to them; that’s what’s wrong with them now.

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Over in certain of the New Territories, the more serious you try to be, the more like a satire of you you become. …(And from the dugout someone screamed, “No! No! Anything but that!”)

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After some years of conversation, one ole man suggested that maybe kids should have to pay for the talk they receive from their elders, to which the lad responded, “Can I pay you what it was worth?” and the ole timer slapped the piss out of him.

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He said he knew they were getting somewhere when they moved his car from the service area over to the parts department.

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At certain times of extreme agitation and clamoring among his hordes, this one warrior would raise his sword and call out, “Let us have a few moments of silence, in honor of — silence.”

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A local polling organization reports that many more people watch our show than actually pick it up.

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For those who still temporarily itch for some description of this kind of activity, here’s another temporary scratch: How’s about we just say it’s the best attempt one can make at independent thought under these dependent circumstances.

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One man announced his own death prematurely with the following results: First — nobody noticed, and second — nobody cared. …(I trust that all of you Inbound Explorers are taking notes; these directions can sure come in handy a little further up the trail.)

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Kings never ask what time it is. (They’re ashamed to.)

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A city critic told his apprentice, “Just because something’s become pointless doesn’t mean it can’t be re-shaped,
re-sharpened, and put back in a condition of everyday absurdity.”
…(And, “Ha!” to you, ole dears: That’s why he’s a critic and you’re still sponging off your ole man.)

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A Chill-Out Update: Trying to figure out what’s going on without knowing what life’s about is like trying to figure out what’s going on without knowing what life’s about.

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Philosophical recipe, re-fried, clarified and brought up to date: “I talk, therefore I am.”

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The myth-de-la-myth of the day: One guy got s-o good at what he did that he disappeared. …(The police account abruptly stops at the point where Mary and the Lamb both reported each other as “missing” in the goo field.)

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One man knew a secret and he didn’t tell anyone; “In that way,” said he, “it can be of more use to them.”

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As borders are to kingdoms, so is the goo field to Mary and the Lamb.

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There was this one reality (metaphorically speaking, of course) whose own personal Search For The Holy Grail consisted of keeping his eye out for one of his creatures who’d laugh at anything.

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