Jan Cox Talk 0874

To Be Human Is to Pretend That There “Is Someone Inside”

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#874 Sep 27, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :20. The more people believe in the collective wisdom, the more unavoidable it is, the more it feels correct. It is not really a process of collective thinking, it is the process of collective “conclusion-ing”. Reliable object vs. neuron activity. To grow is to become more complex; man makes life more complex. Man makes Life grow by making himself more complex. To he human is to pretend there is “somebody inside”—what could be more complex than that?

Consider the allure of “know thyself”. At the PL/primary level (and for all Real Revolutionists) there is literally nothing to know. But note, at the SL/Secondary Level no man is separate enough from the collective thinking for there to be anything to know there as well. What a gag! Compare to: sub-primals (trees, etc., of only two dimensions, w/ no need to move) and elementals (rocks, w/ no dimensions, that just lay there and smile).


The News

Sometimes, a few days before real special occasions, this one guy’d go ahead and have real important thoughts, then freeze them for later.

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In one peculiar kingdom, when the king wished to promote someone in court, he would first execute them.

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As he was going out for a while, this one guy said to his canine bud, “Okay, you just take it easy and relax while I’m gone,” and when he got to the door, he turned and added, “Of course, stay on guard and do your job,” and as he started to step outside, said, “Well, I mean relax and take it easy, but still be on guard and do your job,” then when he was already well down the street he thought about himself, “But how can one relax and take it easy if you’re not doing your job?!”

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A curious thing about the revolutionist trip is that it’s possible to get real close without getting there.

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During routine times of trial, one ole man had a book from which he’d read to the troubled kid: The book was blank.

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Looking out over what passed for a battlefield in his locale, a neural general mused, “The dictum, `Take no prisoners,’ is fairly vacuous when your own inner mental adversaries aren’t worth spittin’ on to begin with.”

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As a lesson in urgency and alertness, whenever he knew they didn’t know what was coming next, this one god would tell its creatures, “Okay, you know what’s coming next!”

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“Okay!” said Chap A to his pushy partner, “Explain me this: How come it’s the man with the cheap suitcase who will always catch the bus driver’s eye?” …(In response to this inquiry, may I be so bold as to interrupt and remind you of the Grey Squirrel’s Theorem, Opus Five [which, in part says]: “Some things don’t need answerin’.”)

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Some genes’ favorite pastime is making humans say “You can’t make me say that.”

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On that one day a year, when they held the One Day A Year Festival, the king reminded all of the people, “It is not our collective duty to think, but to come to conclusions.”

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One sorehead’s view he gave as: “Most humans spend their formative years gettin’ formed, then the rest of their time — fallin’ apart.” …(Safety Reminder: Recent crime statistics prove once again that it is best not to tell ole soreheads — “Hey, speak for yourself.”)

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First thing, most mornings, this one guy’d look at his own brain and say, “Hey, what it is,” and his grey goo would reply, “You got it, my main.” Then, feeling properly bonded to his mentality, he’d slap himself upside his head, give a “Whoop!” and head out the door.

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Over in a Fancy-Dancy Land, the city fathers kept Iambics and Pentameters in a petting zoo for all the children to see.

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As a Maturity Test, this one father told his kid, “Okay, here’s the deal: When you can put the shuck on god — you can drive the car.”

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And now another item from our popular file of “Take It Any Way You Wanna”: If it rains in the city and you get wet — you’re a pathetic pea brain. (See! That didn’t hurt.)

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In Sequential Worlds, all really excellent tales are interrupted, and thus become history. …(Change a few words here and there, and you also have a lesson in neurology.)

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The more things piled up in this one land, the more the people were inclined to say, “Boy, it sure would be easy to make some kinda comment about how things pile up around here.” …(If you know how to do it, being about to guess what’ll happen, and being able to predict it are the same thing…except one of them is better than the other one.)

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The finding of one city report is that: The “Arts” are for those who can’t add and subtract.

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In one of his more illuminated moments, the state’s supreme religious leader thought, “At least one thing I can say for myself is that I’ve never missed one of my services.”

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As a humanitarian gesture, this one king, when attacking five-foot-tall ignorance, would use four foot high bullets.

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A lad with a burgeoning, subversive mind would remind himself every morning, “Receiving mail is not the same as opening mail.”

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The Ultimate Jurist of this one reality decided to simplify the Day Of Judgment by simply declaring that “All who wrote their biography are guilty!” (He notes that it matters not whether you ever put it to paper or not — “Guilty all the same.” …[“Uuu,” squealed a visiting tourist to his mate, “Don’t you just l-o-v-e Ultimate Justice.”])

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A bulletin from city hall warns citizens: “In the hands of the uncertain, a rhyming dictionary is not a weapon to be taken lightly.”

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One guy gained so much control over himself that even he began to believe it.

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Rule Number Eighteen: In a finite reality, if the king offers you “free advice” — it’s not free, and it’s not advice.
…(One thyroid cell asked a bud, “H-o-w can humans stand to let their brains push them around like that?!”… …[A query for which no one has a reasonable response, other than, “What choice do they have!!])

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A guy stopped me and said that if Kyroots made any more sense, or any less sense — or even the “other way around” — he, for one, would be scared shirt-less.

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At a sidewalk bistro over in the city, a fellow confided to me that he was s-o-o sick of hearing men argue and complain, that at times he was tempted not to join in.

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One guy had a peculiar view of things; someone told him he might could be a revolutionist, and he said, “That’s t-o-o peculiar.”

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One Pa Pa’s beddy-time epigram for his too-tired tyke: “Son, one thing about a real god — (notice I said `real’) — is that he’ll never say, `Hey, wait up.'” (They both damn-near wet their respective pants. …[And a viewer asks; “How come none of us
— or, me, ever had an ole man like the ones in your stories?
…Huh? …How come?” Sir: If it were that easy, they wouldn’t get to be in stories, now would they. …(Then what would they do?!!)])

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As pertained to the possibility of some original thought amongst his subjects, one neural ruler thus directed: “Unless you’re ready to sleep with the king — don’t flirt with the king.” …Kyroot Addendum: A city kid (obviously from a bad neighborhood) said, “The really neat and ballsey thing about `words to live by’ is that you can’t live by them.”)

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In a passing moment of pique, one guy yelled at his own mind, “You’re as interesting as last month’s newspaper.” (Later, during a quiet time, he wondered how he might extend that which is passing.)

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In another universe they believe that “weariness” is a commodity that can be passed about.

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There has shown up, over in the city, a man who stands on Fifth Street with a sign that says: “I Am Another Universe.”

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For real special occasions, this one god would cease to exist.

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Just as he died, one ole man said to the kid, “Indeed, indeed: There are some s-t-r-a-n-g-e things can happen to you while you’re alive.”

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Through the miracle of modern eavesdropping we bring you the following conversation: “I heard of a man who could do things he couldn’t tell you about.” “B-i-g deal!” “That’s what I thought, too.” “I meant that sarcastically.” “So did I.”

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As he got older, this one city fellow began to always claim that he was from a foreign land. This may have fooled his Posing-And-Posturing Muscles, but certainly not his Testosterone Centre.

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The mail brings us this letter that asks: “Why do most fables deal with animals instead of man?” Hey! I ain’t answerin’ no question from no pig!

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A religious official with a ballistic device can prove more interesting than one empty-handed.

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In his personal attempt to prove that the unconscious mind exists, this one guy’d continually mix up the words “sacred,” and “nipple.”

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“Sire,” reported his Prime Minister, “Your foes cannot be placated.” “Can they be killed?” inquired the king. “Yes,” replied the P. M. “Then placate ’em that way.”

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Part of god’s job is to say, “I know what you’re thinking,” whether he does or not.

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One day this one guy mused and whined, “I sometimes feel like my story is also Life’s story,” and Life quickly injected, “Hey, don’t lay that shit on me.”

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Joining me on the bench in the pavilion by city college, the ole timer chuckled, “You know, since the memory’s started to go, guilt sure has lost its edge.” He kinda sighed and went on, “I guess it’s a good thing we can’t learn from experience in reverse.” (He and himself both seemed to smile at this one.)

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When it comes to intellectual-intercourse — note: That by dealing with oneself — all engage in “safe sex.”

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According to some ancient lore in one universe: A squirrel who has lost the fax numbers for respect and self-pity is no longer just a tree rat.

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After this one god had just executed a particularly disturbing act, the creatures affected sought from him some relief, and he replied, “It’s out of my hands.” (Think how disturbed they were then!)

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“Forsooth and verily,” said an ole philosopher to his son, “There is no accounting for taste in this life — unless you can count to two.”

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Squarely facing the palace facade, the people cried out, “By compulsion we cannot be happy made,” and His Grace whispered to an aide, “Hey, it’s a slow day — let’s give it a try.”

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Additional health hint: Hormones aren’t made to be “pushed around.” …(So, watch it, Buster.)

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From the nihilistic Revolutionist Dictionary, this definition: “Culture: Being surrounded by what you think.”
…(Of course, as you all know, in a place where such a book could exist, the difference between our “outside” and “inside” would itself be non-existent.)

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One hot-head summed it up — “Any definition that makes sense is no friend of mine.”

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Whenever he really wanted to make his point, this one reality would threaten to commit suicide; this would always cause some of the creatures to see his view, for this would always cause some of his creatures to momentarily recognize their relationship to the threatener.

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One sorehead’s maxim: “A man that ain’t mad don’t know nuthin’.”

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Fairy Tale from a Fairly Land: In times of trouble (which was all times, around there) the people would say that it is better to have even a king who doesn’t know what he’s doing than to have no king at all…(the king makes ’em say that). The End.

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Slogan For The Day: Anyone who’d be impressed by themself could be impressed by most anything.

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In that sly manner so natural to certain supernatural agencies, this one god, by admitting nothing — admitted nothing.

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(Flashy fanfare; now, down-the-music and up-the-lights): Another adventure in the wild and wonderful world of “Believe It, Or Be Jealous As Hell”: There is one man whose ideas always sound better when translated into a foreign language no one understands. “Be-l-i-e-v-e It, Or Try It Yourself.”

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While noting that it was beyond his normal range of sensation and responsibility, one reality said that if he was ever going to “feel sad,” it would be over having to tell a revolutionist to “grow up.”

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This tip from a local, friendly chap: He says you can tell what’s going on in the city by just listening to what they talk about. (Hey! How come we didn’t think of that?!!)

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In struggling with the always threatening, antithetical basis of balance in a finite world, a kid asked of his ole man, “How come it is that we have people we can pay to make us well, and none to make us sick?” …(No, no — Don’t you open that letter…)

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To exemplify their understanding of the relationship between them and their liege, the people all assembled before the palace gate and chanted, “Toadies, toadies, we’re all toadies.”
…(And in return, a renegade “I” spat into the midst of the neural mob, causing a temporary short circuit. But soon, things were back to normal, and the cry resumed, “Toadies, toadies — Oh, we’re all toadies.” …[Well…at least they weren’t fried.])

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Legal Update: It is the continuing dispute over neural property lines that keeps local reality intact.

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A visiting anthropologist — (at least that’s what he calls himself) — says that one of the really neat things about the human mind is that when you’re sick of talking about something — don’t talk about it any more. ass!)
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In a sequential, finite universe such as this one, one thing creatures will never realize about their gods is that to feel better, when the latter are feeling bad, they will often make the creatures feel even worse; this is not a matter of revenge, or theology, but of mathematics.

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Some guy who’s watched our show says that if metaphors did actually mean anything, he’ll admit — he’d be scared to death by now. …(Hey, that reminds me: There is a neighborhood over in one city that believes that anything that even sounds parabolic or allegorical must be important, whether you, or anybody understands it or not…[Hey, hey and triple-hey].)

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One king seriously considered banning any thought so complex that it took more than five people to work on it.

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And now for all you misaligned music lovers — the Unknown Second Verse: One guy decided that he wouldn’t talk-about-himself unless there was a prize involved. You got it! There was hardly ever a prize involved. …(Approaching, according to some reports, damn-near never.)

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There are two dangers of “being in charge”: One is that you want to stay in charge; the other is that you don’t know what to do. (There is a third one — but why should I tell you?!!)

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Some revolutionists used to have a trick where they could talk, but without saying much — (Oh! — I mean on purpose.)

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There was once a reality that divided itself in two — and the spectators cheered; it then split itself into threes — and the crowd got hazy; it then tried for fours, but everyone disappeared.

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The king sent out select invitations to a special event, and immediately some of the invitees commenced a response-expected correspondence with the crown; which, inter alia, entailed such matters as: Some asking permission to arrive late; others requesting that the location be moved, and still others sought reassuring explanations as to why they were specifically invited. Wearying of the activity — in a flash of royal effervescence, he sent them each a final, five-word message — “Hey — Come or don’t come.”

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