Jan Cox Talk 0873

Intellect Evolves From “Shared” to “Relinquishing Responsibility”

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#873 Sep 25, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :26. Men are made to accept that larger collections of thought are superior to individual thought, i.e., “they know best”. Not only is the intellect supposed to be unable to withstand collective wisdom, it is to be comforted by same. The new youth generation ineffectually (because outnumbered) resists the collective wisdom and thereby furthers the collective energy flow. Collective wisdom is unassailable, unconquerable.

The more who think/believe a tenet to be correct, the greater is its feeling of correctness. This is an operational definition of what civilization is. An unnoted sequence in evolution of the intellect: first is the shared; second the relinquishing of individual intellectual responsibility.


The News

There was this one guy who, whenever he wanted you to think that he knew what he was talking about, would only talk about what he knew. (What a rotten trick!)

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In collective city affairs it’s easy to be smarter than other people — meaningless, but easy.

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The ironic trails your tribe, while just retribution befalls your neighbors.

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There was one guy who could only get excited when he was feeling well; the city fathers decided to make him a poster-boy for something or other.

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In times like these, when something untoward happens, many people will be found reading a book.

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As per the city’s current favorite poet: “With each new morn, man arises, older and wiser — well, at least, wiser.” (Hey, even some poets have a sense of humor.)

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A chap told me that his favorite proverb had been: “Patience will achieve more than force,” until he discovered it was an advertising slogan for a cemetery.

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It is rumored that on some days only those most deeply involved in the conspiracy will not respond to any charges pertinent thereto. (…and Kyroot sang the alternate verse: Only those who know will not deny they know or not. […then Kyroot added the third stanza: How can you trust a brain that won’t tell you everything it knows?!])

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Showtime at the speaker’s spot in the park: The chap addressed the passing throng, “If original thinking could be copyrighted, the Patent Offices would be a parking lot.” (The throng continued to pass…throngs always do.)

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One man’s middle, neural name was an arrow pointing in both directions.

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For the weak-of-sight who could not afford glasses, the king issued hearing aids. (Those who still think life is not just, just aren’t paying proper attention. Now — pick up those crutches, straighten up those toupees, and let’s go gum our porridge.)

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A viewer wrote in to say that when he first started watching our program, he thought that many of my little stories and epigrams were making fun of humanity; he says that it s-u-r-e was easier to take, back then.

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One ole man gave his kid this tip: “If he can `let-you-off-the-hook,’ he wasn’t your god to begin with.”

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As is sometimes the case in human affairs, this one man’s most notable attribute was the fact that he was dead.

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Over in one good-pain, real gain solar system, they don’t think of Superheroes as men who can fly, or catch bullets in their teeth, but rather as those who do not gossip or bad-mouth.

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More Wisdom From The City: No one likes a poet who’s finally gotten over it.

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Remember this, Mister Smarty Pants and Mister Angry Pants: Life will sleep with anybody!

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The city’s Chief Of Police Affairs, stating that he had had enough of the limitations of sequential methods, announced that henceforth when the Combustible Squad in charge of Terrorizing The People’s Choir made a raid, it would be prima facie-ly assumed that those singing the loudest had the foulest feet. (And the logic-of-it-all muttered, “There’s no need to try and get away from me; I know who you are, and why you’re that way.”

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Whenever he was certain that it was too early for civilized tastes, this one guy would go home.

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Bits of a multi-participant conversation coming from the bushes just outside of town: “The mind of the revolutionist is like a swimmer without a bathing suit.” “Nay, the mind of the revolutionist is like a swimmer with no directions.” “Nay, nay, and nay again: The mind of the revolutionist is like a swimmer without an ocean.” (The flora gave them a standing ovation.)

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After giving himself a thorough examination, this one reality concluded, “The only way I see to properly grow is to continually cut myself off at the knees.” (Being somewhat in a hurry, he wrote the prescription for daily consumption.)

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As the crowd stood awaiting the arrival of spring, a stranger suddenly leapt before them and in a commanding voice proclaimed, “Hormones make liars of us all,” and they collectively schlepped away, pondering what possible punishments they could inflict on their endocrine systems.

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General Update: What’s important’s important, and what’s not also is.

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During a rousing storm when many other passengers were ill, the captain took the cabin boy aside and told him, “Aye, there is no question but what ancestral voices cry out to us, but praise be to Poseidon that the dead can’t talk.” (At a later date, the lad was given his choice: Either understand this, or drown.)

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In a fun-moment, this one god decided to take a nickname; he thought he’d call himself “Short-And-Sweet,” but nobody else liked it worth a damn.

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Lesson For The Day: Ordinary intelligence will make you do ordinary things; ordinary things, such as life, will give you ordinary intelligence. Any questions? …Any way out?

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The king proclaimed, “I will not compete with the dead,” and the subjects rejoined, “What choice do you have?”

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All right! I’ll admit it! In some people’s local reality, their belief is: To get-ahead, take a break. …(N-o-o, you wanted to hear it — you explain it.)

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A gent who says he’s been watching our shows for some time now says that in partial reaction thereto, he would like to honor us with this little rhyme: “Epigrams, epigrams, my brain drowns in epigrams.” (He goes on to say that he should admit that intellectually he wasn’t much of a swimmer to start with.)

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“It’s actually quite plain,” said one creature to another, “as long as you live on city property, you can change your behavior, but not the way you think.”

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In life — everybody pays rent; the only difference is whether you know it or not.

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The more normally civilized you are, the more difficult it seems to keep secondary needs from overwhelming primary pleasures. (Kids can always upset ole men’s plans.)

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After announcing his candidacy for mayor of the city, he said that his single most important qualification was that “I am more pissed than any of my opponents will ever be!!”

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A chap writes: “We’ve both been watching your show for some time, and now my brother says he thinks you can be more than one thing at a time; he says I’m ugly and stupid. Do you accept any responsibility for this? Yours Truly.” …(Dare we wonder whether he refers to his sibling’s comment, or his own condition???!!!)

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Collective thought always lives at the edge of extinction — which accounts for its continued existence.

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Found in a freshly baked city Fortune-And-You-Better-Watch-It Cookie, this message: “It can be dicey to try and back an Eastern Time Zone question into a Pacific Coast parking place.” (One of the sauce cooks asked the head chef, “Is this anything like the idea that `Everything has its proper season’?” and the guy with the big cleaver replied, “Careful there — not too much salt in your autumn.”)

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Over in this one universe the people believe that anybody with a nickname can’t be a god…(Boy! What a bunch of jerks! Where’ve they been!)

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No castle can withstand laughter, which is why kings so seldom encourage humor. …(Upon hearing this, one village commentator wanted to add, “Ridicule has dispatched more brave knights than all of the kingdom’s swords — except those made by the Lancaster Foundry.”)

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And even more “City Wisdom — (IF That’s What They Want To Call It)”: Some people will do almost anything; trouble is, they aren’t the ones who would be doing so.

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Sensing that he might become hungry later, this one reality currently refused to eat. (If you know how to do it, “currently” can last a long, l-o-n-g time.)

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One man said, “Hey, don’t laugh at my home — it’s the only place I’ve got to live.” …(Now he’s the one the city should be considering as its poster-boy.)

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At the first meeting, after being appointed as the state’s Official Librarian, he stood and announced to the committee, “As the executive arbitrator and selector of the materials acceptable for the people’s literary depository, I would like to say to you from the outset that any book with a serious title can bite my ass.”

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A certain after-market analyst recently stated, “I suppose it I-S possible that someone with nothing to prove could become king
— but it’s quite beyond me why they might want to do so.”

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There are two ways the past can get you, and both of them are that you let it.

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The real revolutionist would do anything internally to have his way.

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During a lull in the grazing, the ole shepherd sat down with the Lamb and told him, “Here’s something they don’t teach you in school: A man who doesn’t ordinarily `think about himself’ might someday be able to think.” …(An unexpected bolt of lightning sent them both scurrying for cover.)

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Over in an area where dimensional lines tend to get a bit hazy, one man got so healthy that they took him to be ill.

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One guy’s concept of “reality,” he says, is “anything I don’t think about.” (He admits it probably “won’t do” to think about this much.)

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Having had his bagpipes put to sleep, the good professor resumed class thusly: “A man’s mind is composed of many things, but some say only the goo part is his own; what do you boys and girls think?” and they exuberantly replied, “Next — the harmonicas!”

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Testing — one, two — testing: This one man had a job description s-o strange that it didn’t actually exist.

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One of the enduring city hobbies is asking, “How much does it cost?” (Note: It can be played in sunny or rainy weather, indoors or out, and with partners, or alone. …[“Hey, look, Goiter Brain, I’ve told you forty-leven times that this kinda stuff don’t have nothing to do with your thinking processes. Now shut up and press those wrinkles outa yer frontal lobes.])

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Fluorescent Fable For The Day: Once upon a this-and-that, etc., there was a kingdom which allowed only sporting events in which both sides won. This place was called The Land Of Constant Explosions.

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Conversation overheard on a real dark night in the city: “It’s frightening to be alone.” “Hey — Who said that?”

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Might we now — just for fun and pleasure — pull an honored idea further into the arena: Has been said by noisy-nervous-system man: “I think, therefore I am,” but damn-be the threatening gladiators and lions in lamb’s clothing — let’s go forward and hear the living combatants say, “I think, therefore I am; the others think, and therefore I think of what I am.”

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In one land the king gave a prize for original thought — a fancy bullet fired at close range.

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Looking suddenly around at his neighboring counterparts, this one neuron exclaimed, “We’re all a bunch of undocumented aliens.”

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Sometimes, sometimes after one of his more…”unusual” acts, this one god would look himself in the mirror and say, “Have you no shame?” and his reflection would reply — “Say, is this a trick question?…”

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At times when it became municipally necessary, the city fathers would send out, in their own subtle way, the warning that it is possible to be “too healthy.”

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According to certain secret military lore, there is one general who only visits the troops at night; some of the conscripts have named this — they call it “dreams.” …(There’s no doubt — some strange things can happen to your mind in the army.)

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Rules, Laws, And More Rules And Laws:
Rule: Legislation can’t replace mentation.
Law: Yes it can — that’s why we have it!

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While admitting he was at a loss as to explaining the significance, this one chap still assures us that early last October his pineal gland distinctly told him, “Not now! I’m busy!”

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There is a kind of genetic attraction that holds together the various revolutions, but it is so inexact and unscientific that it shouldn’t be called an attraction.

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Several first grade teachers in City School Number 17 have a theory that children’s early inclination to use profanity is due to an imbalance in their vegetable intake. (The argument has quickly gained many supporters…which most of them do.)

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If the crowd was not always right, man would waste too much time always having to go out and round up a crowd.

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One ole grizzler’s notation to his younger mutation: “Under the ordinary atmospheric conditions of the city there are two ways you can be an original thinker: Be nuts, or be secret.”

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In an ultimate attempt to finally prove the accuracy of his ideas, the city mystic again declared, “‘Tis only the inner life that is worth living,” but as he said it this time, he ripped out his guts through his nose, held them high, and proclaimed — “See?!!”

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Then — then, I say, there was this one reality who decided to send all of its creatures a bill; his present project is trying to figure out how to separate their address from his.

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Turning to his brain, one fellow said, “You know — most of what I think is thanks to you — thanks a lot.” (Operator’s Note: Most minds cannot be assailed with owner-directed sarcasm without their notice; but if you have one of the exceptions, not to worry
— you’d be too dumb to know what “sarcasm” is in the first place.)

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Maxim ne’er heard in this reality: “Twice armed is he, intellectually, who knows his mind is not his own.”

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And now our final nugget of Wisdom From The City, as submitted by Mr. R. T. of the North East neighborhood (submits he) — “There ain’t no wisdom from the city.” (Well, I guess we should’ve expected something like this eventually.)

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For his final childish birthday, one ole man gave his kid the ultimate gift — he began to ignore him.

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A village Philosophy Instructor, whose clientele consisted mainly of the aristocratically well-known, had printed on his business cards, “Embalmer To The Stars.”

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Signaturing himself as a “Quite Concerned Viewer,” one man writes to say he seriously believes it to be our inherent responsibility to — at least once during each program — clearly announce that this is “all just a joke.”

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Health Tip: Don’t Get Sick!!!

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…and Kyroot said: 04/24/91B-[873]-Page 2 of 10

Copyright 1991 J. M. Cox