Jan Cox Talk 0876

As Life Is More Complex, Intellect Is More Compartmentalized

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#876 Oct 2, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :23. As Life grows more complex, the Secondary Level World intellect grows more specialized, compartmentalized. At the individual level men’s intellect lives on a parallel track becoming more thing-specific. Simultaneous reality of differing evolutionary time-zones: complexity also equals greater simplicity, as specific areas involve less and less of the whole.

History is increasingly spoken about in personal terms. E.g., current events more on basis of talk-show gossip, interesting personalities vs. focus on the underlying dynamics of broad cultural interaction forces.


The News

In all communications to himself, this one man would begin each letter with these words, I know what you think I’m thinking that you’re thinking……(Take it from there).

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In a finite realm the physics of a thing is its appearance. ….(thus, don’t just say that some idea “stinks” – you can do better than that.

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One guy’s stock response to most annoying questions was, “Stay tuned for my stock response.”

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In the city – if you’re not selling, they’re not buyin’.

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If a non-thinking creature could suddenly think for a while, and then go back to being like it was, I suspect many of them would think,”big deal”, that is of course, if they could think after they went back to not thinking…..(If you find this to be too confusing, complex and iffy, then where were you while they were examining your brain?!)

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One villager applied for help from the king, saying that, “They’re flying space ships around in my head.” And after taking the matter under close advisement his excellency responded by asking if he could “play too”?

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One rebel’s motto was not fit to repeat…….(even if it could be repeated).

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As sure as photosynthesis follows light, so does man’s reasons for doing things succeed the need for them being done. Facts follow acts.

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As one city lay dying it exclaimed, “The story of man is the story of spit.”, and then coughed up a historic hair-ball of Herculean proportions.

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Another revolutionist perk: Only the neurally rambunctious, amidst the polarized games, can run the risk – can stand the risk _ of a “Win/Win” position.

One chap had his brain bullet-proofed. (Turns out, wasn’t necessary.)

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As the general noted to his close aids, “If you can”t depend on your adversaries, who can you depend on?”

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Once a sizable and attentive crowd had gathered on the shore, the strange, bearded figure, still standing in the froth of the palling waves, raised his arms for silence and then pronounced, “We are a-l-l like small electrical appliances….”, and a little fellow up front said, “I’m not.” Then the speaker resumed, “We are a-l-l like small electrical appliances, except him…”

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Whenever this one chap suspected he was about to have a real thought, he’d say to himself, “What it is, my main? – what it is?”; (He always used this kind of cutsey-talk on himself to loosen the ole boy up.)

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You do understand that there is a “sub-primal” level, like with trees, and an “elemental” one, like with ores – IN you !!

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There is a cure for “improper thinking”, but alas, it’s not what you think. (Many people enjoy the sound of, “Alas”)

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There was once a young man who – when he couldn’t think of anything to say – but knew that something should be said – would “Throw his lips to the wind”. (He grew up to be multitudes — including you and all your kinfolks.)

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To help maintain its premier position in the Logical Land Of Sequential Seriousness, one city adopted as its municipal slogan the following, “Some colors fade faster in sunlight because the others fade slower.”

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Oh, by-the-by: Telling, what-kinda-guy-one-is, which always occurs l-o-n-g- after what one is – is –
is a primo example of – facts following acts.

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The benefits of being stupid are not at all what most people imagine.

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Just as science has religion, and medicine has chiropractors, and the revolution has the people who think they want to join it, so too do all hypochondriacs have lower back pain of the body or brain to spur-them-on…..(….Oops! – We interrupt this program to bring you a news bulletin: Word has just come from the city that a man has been discovered over there who is not a hypochondriac….Oops!, just a moment…there has now been issued a correction to this story: it seems that the report is either – not true, or else – the man is dead. {Back to the network feed}.)

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Natives cannot judge their homeland, and a man cannot “know himself” if he stays at home.

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Forget about the captain’s alledged duty, It’s up to you to take note that memories always go “down with the ship.”

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There was one king who, when foes were delivered into his hands, delighted in saying to them, “There are two ways we can proceed in this matter: the hard way, and the (Ha Ha), hard way.” (One day an advisor asked The Crown if he’d ever considered applying this approach to his own intellectual processes, and was rewarded first with a cold stare, which proved to be the vichyssoise before the main course of a piping hot firing squad.)

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Whenever this one god was asked to explain something, he’d have the inquirer repeat their question in full and complete detail, and after they were finished the Big Guy’d turn palms up and say, “Well there you are.”

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The secretly defiant mind understands that talking about your talents is proof you have none.

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Today’s Torrid Tip: If you plan ahead far enough, it’s easier to forget what you did.

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And a chicken writes in to ask if we know which came first – The soil, or the seed?

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One somewhat wearied man said his only hope now was that his genes would give out before he did. …Just then, that figure that had been following him around cried out, “The true significance of everything is astounding.”)

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Laundries that operate only at night will starch your sheets no matter what you tell them.

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Ideas, user friendly to the ordinary intellect, are not necessarily a revolutionist’s bargain.

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One chap says he’s only as ugly as he is to make a metaphorical point.

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In his highly charged fashion, the speaker in the park concluded his remarks by saying, “It is man’s mind that can get ‘shivers’ of tomorrow without the entire system catching a cold.” And three gentlemen in the crowd, linking arms and stepping forward inquired, “And by this are we supposed to be recharged, or chagrined?”, And the remainder of the assembled, acting temporarilyiin loco parentis for the absent Greek Choir, sang in reply, “Is that not always – always we say – is that not always the question.” (Tis indeed a memorable performance when all involved are involved.)

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One ole man’s query to the kid, “Do you want to think different, or be different?” And the younger thought, “God! — does it come to this?”

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There was this other king who had word passed all around court: “No one should ever use any word that ‘sounds funny’ to me.”

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One chap took on an inspiring slogan, but forgot it. He then found a rousing motto, but misplaced it. He then adopted a robust prover, which, almost immediately, bit him on the ass.

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And now, goys and birls, another round in that always fascinating game “How Come That Is – Huh?”: Only those creatures privy-to-facts ever feel as though they’re malfunctioning. How Come That Is — Huh?

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Sense, (in the city), is where you find it. (Just in case you look where you’re seeing): One man wears wing-tipped shoes. He wears them on his ears. He does this he says, because he can’t stand the sight of wing tipped shoes.

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Then there was this one god who — once he got a good look around — began to laugh at damn near Everything. …(And he almost lost his job in the process.)

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On the playground of one peculiar — I mean, particular, school, the kids are currently saying that if you stretch any idea far enough you can chew it like bubble gum.

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Though not generally known, for those occassions when he had fits, the king had appointed a Minister In Charge Of Helping Look After The King When He Has Fits.

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(O-kay, try it this way:) Human lessons are given each day — followed by a lynching.

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With hands on hips, and firm set lips, he said, “It is my sacred duty as a city kid to beat-up-on any good ideas I hear.”
…(and Mr. K further noted:
On the City Hall of one metropolis was hung a banner which read, “Thanks Be To The Gods For Intellectual Hooliganism, Or Else We’d Be Up To Our Short Hairs In Old Men.”)

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And still in another urban center arises the notion that: “A man with an Epilogue can be as dangerous as a man with a gun.” (It’s hard to say just where some of these city ideas actually come from.)

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One general’s advice to his son, “It’s much easier to kick a man if he’ll get down of his own volition.” (The kid itched to ask if this could somehow be used as regards one’s own mental modus operandi, then suddenly recalled what happened to that advisor in an earlier story.

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Those who will tell you how they feel deserve how they feel.

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Within the routine city schematics, an ordinary, individual view thought worthy of collective acceptance is a potential tyrant zipping up his pants.

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Noted one sorehead, “You D-O realize that if everybody’d mostly shut up, we wouldn’t have so many damned old facts to contend with in the first place!”

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As the king looked out over the people, out over those awaiting execution, out over the deciding tribunal, out over the faithful military, and out over all the attendants-at-court, as he looked he thought, then said, “There are few here today who in truth planned to be here today.” (And, as always, his grace excelled, sans pareil, in the restating of the obvious, and unfortunate.

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(Reminder regarding how if you look after the city, the city’ll look after you): One man’s latest exculpation is that his typewriter is dyslexic.

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From the Gossip Corner comes this tidbit: When they’re out of town sometimes, and check into a motel together sometimes, the secondary and primary realms sometimes registered themselves as The Human World, and The World World.

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In one kingdom they allow only outcomes that are certain.

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And another perk of the ordinary life is that as long as you flow with collective thought the question of “Responsibility” never arises.

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Hey, wanna have some fun? Let’s play “Pretend”: We’ll pretend a reporter is interviewing a man who seems to be involved in some sort of unusual activity. The reporter says, “Say, is this a cult?” And the man says, “No, but I guess you could call it The Cult,” and the interviewer says, “So how would you people — The Cult — differ from all the other old ordinary cults?” And the guy says, “Well for one thing, we’d believe in all the things they believe in, plus all the things they don’t believe in, and also in all the things they never even thought about.” (And the reporter said, “My head hurts. I don’t wanna Play any more Pretend.”)

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The mind of this one reality used to send its creatures technical notes that none of them could understand. Do you think they cared!!!

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The prince quickly learned that it was always safe to take a nap whenever he heard his ole man preface his remarks to the court by saying, “What I am about to tell you is strictly for your o-w-n good.” (Z-z-z-z Time In Paradise.)

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If someone was somehow truly, objectively superior, it would manifest itself by them never making any note of the relative position of others.

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Glancing up from his beer at the bar, a chap said that he had earlier decided that his own neural theme song would be, “Don’t Fence Me In,” only to discover that he had no property.

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Most history is the recorded cross-talk between different evolutionary-time-zones.

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Suddenly, catching his reflection giving him an accusatory look, he said to himself in the mirror, “Hey, I don’t run on no timetable, and if I did — you wouldn’t be one of my regular stops.”

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Though not well known in your solar system, there was this one man who would always first address an envelope to someone, and then try to decide what to say to them.

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On the city neural trolly, when you get to the end of the line, the polarity conductor simply calls, “All aboard!”
backwards.
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You might also have a bit more regard for your foes for they are just the polarization of your friends. (This also applies to the truth, morality, and etc.)

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If facts weren’t certain to change they wouldn’t still be cuttin’ down trees.

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Just because the ordinary have no name for it doesn’t mean it can’t be talked about. They may still be unable to hear it, but that proves nothing new.

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One guy had a little secret prayer, “Ahhh, that I might escape the full embrace of this sequence.”

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After hearing continued comments regarding the difficulty of “Knowing thyself,” the king declared, “Then let’s quit fooling around — Put a hundred of our best men on the job.”

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The tentative finding of one guy’s committee is as follows: “Man’s brain is helping fill in some of his still extant perceptual shortcomings.”
…(Once Mary was in bed, the Lamb’s mother gave this kitchen pointer; As long as you have a ‘back burner’ to your stove,you don’t need safety mitts.” The woolly one wanted to say, “I’ll think about that later,” but feared he might be ticketed by the Parabolic Obviousness Patrol.

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“Last night,” the letter says, “I watched your show for the first time, and felt as though I had intellectually been the victim of a drive-by-shooting.”

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Not only can things be seen as more complex than they presently seem, but more simplistic as well.

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This evening’s poetic update: Man’s world will not “End with a whimper,” but at such time as silence so overtakes him that not even a whimper can be heard. (The Court of man’s uniqueness is singularly served by speech.)

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One man gave himself and his kid a simple choice: Either get ahead or get lost.”

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“Taking a break” is not the same as “Getting ahead,” or “Getting lost.”

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The last place in line is always reserved for the Real King.

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