Jan Cox Talk 0888

Peak Awareness–When Primary and Secondary Attention Coincide

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Summary

#888 Oct 30, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :28. There are two types of attention: PL/Primary Level and SL/Secondary Level attention; they are distinct, though overlapping. Peak awareness happens when these two become coincident. One purpose of speech is to assist SL/Secondary Level attention to control PL attention. Speech is the supreme development of evolution to that end. It is at the heart of all guilt. Only the PL activities are “condemned” (e.g., sex and violence); Secondary Level World activities are subject to “criticism” vs. condemnation. Condemnation does not control Primary Level World behavior, i.e., acts; Secondary Level World only controls the attention of the Primary Level World.


The News

Reality’s Chief Investigator issued the following statement: “Based on the evidence at the scene, I conclude that we’re either looking for one perpetrator, approximately twenty-seven feet tall, weighing around one and a quarter tons, or else sixteen billion perpetrators, each carrying calculators and Whoopie Cushions.”

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When it comes to secondary torments: Every shot does not fit every wound — but, hey, alterations are available.

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A man who works for a company told a friend, “If ordinary people tell you what’s ordinarily happened to them in life you’ll probably not be surprised hardly at all.”

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Least your ballast get wet and your balloon go out of control, just remind yourself of this: A man who knows the Hog Scores knows more than you do.

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And the kid said, “But ole man, I don’t understand. Why are you mad at me?” “I’m not mad at you — I’m tired of you.”

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For the “right price” this one reality offered to provide an alibi for everybody.

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Item: A man who’ll respond to the excuses of others may as well make up his own to go along with them.

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The lead member of the panel said, “Not all are asleep whose eyes are closed.” And his associate added, “Nor all mute whose lips are tight.” And a kid waiter passing the podium postulated, “What then does that infer regarding one who has had his head hermetically sealed.” (And just as I feared, a viewer immediately contacted us to complain about the misuse of the word “postulate” in the above context. [Had he signed his letter I’d be tempted to turn his name over to the Pro-Alliteration Society: The Armed And Dangerous Branch.])

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Only revolutionist thinking offers adequate variety.

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As he stirred the early morning tar, the head shingler said to his apprentice, “Once on the roof, even when you trip it’s on a higher plane.” (Several of the septic tank men looked green with envy — or with something.)

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A revolutionist told his son, “If you can, on occasion, think of ideas spatially, you might find it of benefit.”

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The king made it official by proclaiming: “The difference in being dumb-and-sober and dumb-and-drunk is a bloody nose or two nights in jail, whichever comes first.” And the people were greatly amazed to suddenly realize the importance of being sober…or was it dumb?…

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Some of the people on board didn’t know how they got on board, but that’s all right — the train’s seen it all before.

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To the linear mind conclusions seem to spell success, but withal, it is the lack of actual conclusions that keeps the linear mind alive and flourishing.

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Several were nonetheless killed who’d never even played in traffic. Just imagine how cheated they must have felt. (And a viewer writes: “Why is it that if you stand them on their head, turn them inside out, and lean them over sideways, some Kyroots make more sense?” [If u cn rd ths u cn mk bg bks as a prt tm hmn.])

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And there’s this one reality that won’t allow much to be said about him. He says he hopes it starts a trend.

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Wrapping up a life of full experience, one chap expressed it this way — “God, I hate centrifugal force!”

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One revolutionist noted to his brother that if you can get older without getting nostalgic, you won’t get so old.

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A would-be city intellectual, with a certain fashion flair, asks: “If leaving the top off of a writer’s pen will cause the ink to dry up, what might a bad haircut do to us excitable thinkers.”

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More drill press tattoos to live by: “A noisy machine is a safe machine.” “Hey — What other kind are there?!!” “Hey — why don’t you shut the hell up!” “Hey — who’s gonna make me.” “Hey — you don’t frighten me.” …(Hey — You figure the point’s in there somewhere?!!)

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A man’s ordinary attention is like a submarine sandwich.

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A local said to a visiting, out-of-universe god, “You don’t know what real fun is until you’ve been human for a weekend.” And the deity pouted and thought, “Ahhh — I was gonna say that about being me.”

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Offered, for your consideration regarding your own neural banquet: No matter how crowded the table, there’s always room for a hungry king with a bad attitude. (And a viewer faxes in: “Are you referring to how things normally are or how we might make them?” “This uncertainty seems to be a continuing problem.” Query: Do you think that last sentence was part of his letter or something I added?)

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Through a fluke in its internal wiring system, this one guy’s furnace, when turned on, instead of putting out heat gave out the local weather report. Being the good-natured and warm-blooded soul that he was, the guy said that everything considered — the connection was close enough for him.

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An ole man told a kid, “If you misuse words, words can misuse you.” And the lad said, “What the hell do I care.” And he slapped him on the back, “That-a-boy, that’s just how I feel.”

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In the world, as gradually conceived, those who think they’re “hot stuff,” are. (No, no, don’t cheer for me. I just report the news.)

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One man says he’s convinced that all drugs are UFO’s from another universe, and his wife says if that’s so then his ordinary neurons are “fifth-grade-drop-out-doodle-bug fishermen along the Gulf Coast.”

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The common wisdom of the crowd is like the warning shouted out by those in the Middle Ages as they prepared to empty their chamber pots from upper story windows.

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Many people can’t take yes for an answer — leastwise from them self. (And Observatory Three-Nineteen reported a distant chuckle was detected.)

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{…and a Co-Anchor added:} “Oh yes, on a related scientific story: As it turns out, the death of Professor Wilson was due to shock. It seems he inadvertently looked in the wrong end of his telescope.” (…then Kyroot added: Yet it could have been even more interesting had it at the time been trained on himself.)

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When they cry, men have two kinds of tears in their eyes.

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In apparent retaliation, he stood and exclaimed, “If we humans didn’t have the stuff we have now to talk about, do you realize what we might have to talk about!!”

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Variety can be found in the obvious, but must be in the too, t-o-o obvious.

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Finally looking up from his small accident and partial coma, the young kid said, “If the proper treatment for lumpy gravy involved a hammer — I don’t wanna know what you guys have in mind for my mental condition!”

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A viewer writes, “Say, look here, Mr. Kyroot: If talk is such an important activity, how come the common people can do it?” Signed, “Securely and Uniquely Yours,” etc.

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Whenever he was about to appear to his creatures, this one god’s foremost concern was always the same — “Is my fly closed?”

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One ole rumple-head exploded, “Anybody that writes a book and then has to put a title on it doesn’t know what they’re doing!” And his brother, equal to the task, re-exploded, “Yeah, and how’s about people always starting a thought with the first word!!”

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There was once a man who couldn’t talk who found a holy book. After reading it he was glad of his condition.

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Only the neural revolutionist could be said to damn near “not exist,” in any positive sense. (Corollary From The Crypt: Anything that “makes you feel better,” is a w-a-s-t-e of
t-i-m-e.)

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One guy who somehow managed to take full control of his closet said, “One nice thing about having charge over a finite area is that it’s so meaningless, conclusive, and funny.” (To thwart any incoming corrections, his mama points out that anyone with his charm and good looks doesn’t have to limit the word “one” to single examples.)

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When it reached the nine o’clock hour and he was about to wrap things up, this one reality told the remaining, “For those of you who didn’t get your questions in tonight, look at it this way: The answer would have probably been what you were afraid of anyway.” (Some were relieved, some annoyed, and some giggled, which proves the validity of his comment.)

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“Say Pa Pa.”
“Yes, my boy?”
“What do humans actually mean when they refer to such ideas as ‘supernatural beings’ and ‘divine intervention’?”
“Well, you can stretch your mind and imagine, can’t you?”
“Yes, Father.”
“I mean, better than those Wiffle-Heads you hang out with.”
“Oh my yes.”
“Then just imagine a five-dimensional stick poked in a 3D eye, and you’ve got it.”
(As the squirrel said as he stepped from the bus, “I do think inter-kin communications are s-o-o important, don’t you?”

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In response to the conductor’s inquiry, one passenger said, “Ahh–‘Being accountable-to-no-one’–now THERE’s the ticket!”

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One chap tried to open a retail Attitude Store, but finally had to fold it; everybody kept wanting to ask about trade-ins.

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One man claims his submarine sandwich is too much like his attention.

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Many people seemed astounded at the outcome, and an ole timer, nearby remarked, “I twitter to imagine their reaction if they’d’a been here when it started!” …(Yeah, ain’t that always the way,” added the Ain’t-That-Always-The-Way-Man.
…(The thing about hittin’ last”, said the pitcher, “is that you catch all the bouquets, or else get the exercise of doggin’ the bricks.”)

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In the contest between the, Tormentors-of-Tomorrow, and the Pesterers-Of-The-Past, the judges have decided that the winner seems to be the team of The-More-Or-Less-Now.

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“Secondary rituals,” said the Queen Anne Chair, “Are sissy rituals,” and the baby Ottoman asked, but what other kinds are there?” “Shut up,” she replied, “and continue to whirl and Chant the name of the Holy Upholsterer.” (The fires of physical traditions give way to the intoxicating smoke of verbal notations.)

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Remember: It is actually easier to scratch plastic than it is to break it. (And several people were so sure this had powerful, metaphorical message that they took the rest of the day off from work.)

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Only the intellect of man will awake in the morning and say, “My, my, let me see; what particular bucket of pig shit will I step in today?”

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Counsel for the day — one ole man to his kid: “Never trust anyone who seems ‘trustworthy,'” and the lad replied, “I assume you’re referring to my relationship to my own thought processes,” (And thus was the elder able to live and elder-it-up another day).

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In a subtle attempt to instruct his subordinates, the sheriff steadied the riderless steed and said, “Boys, blood on the saddle can mean only one of two things.” Many of the deputies were struck speechless whilst a few others began running about, renting their hair and shouting, “Alliterations! — Alliterations! — Any more alliterations and we’ll go bloody bonkers.” (Later that same day, The Council For Adult Literation left a message on your machine that said, “Ve-ry funny!”

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{…And a note later found painted on a telephone pole next to the school read,} “Remember: A mind is a terrible thing.”

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Several of the advisers to the local, vocal god came to him and said, “Your Lordship, it has come to our attention that there are some creatures treating their language with something less than full-bore fear and respect; do you want that we should do something about them?” and his Grace replied, “No, no–They’ll do us all in soon enough without our help.”

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To goad his little creatures on, this one reality said, “Nobody tells Me what to think — least of all, me!” (And somewhere, ahh, in sweet somewhere-land, a kindly mother’s son or daughter slept better that night not knowing this.)

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Full time jobs done with part time brains, keeps the secondary tracks under city trains.

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“Remember,” said a revolutionist to his son, “anyone who asks you to, ‘Take things seriously’–can’t be ‘serious.'”

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Another real pleasantry of city life is that you can not only ride any of the buses and trains available, but also engage in detailed discussions regarding the intricacies of travel while knowing nothing about transportation in general. (Don’t you just love it! — [and if you say no, it just proves you ain’t going no where].)

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“Well, since we brought the subject up, adds one guy, “Another neat thing about city life is how bad it pisses some people off.”

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{…and one god added:} “Anyone who can spot the irony and inconsistencies of life can marry my daughter.”

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One guy got so good at it that even those who didn’t know what he was doing were impressed. (…and Kyroot said, “may I add”: Is it possible to over stress the usefulness of silence and secrecy!)

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A kind of ecology update, I guess: Note: amidst the current concern over conservation of resources it hasn’t been necessary to encourage the recycling of ideas.

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Ordinary intelligence finds it difficult to accept any explanations of life that don’t seem serious.

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An anonymous letter we received is from someone who says: “Why don’t you go ahead and call what you do what I know you think about it anyway: ‘The Very Few Get-It Show.'”

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All runaway slaves speak ill of their masters, except revolutionists.

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Oh yeah, our board of Trustees, Directors, and Beer Tasters has asked me to announce that we will no longer use letters on the show we received that are signed.

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If it seems exciting enough, many people will listen to stuff they don’t understand. (Hey!, talk about your hot NEWS FLASH!!!)

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Whenever this one reality wanted to take his creatures’ hand — he’d hold out his; at other times when he wanted them to take his — he’d hold out his; at first for some, it was confusing, but ultimately for all — comforting.

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